Grown Man Sport

(álbum: Underground Classics - 2006)

[Ras G:]
Natty Dread like Bob so rock steady
With no spaghetti with meat sauce
Maybe salads with one toss
No bread of the sorrow 'cause afraid to see tommorow
It's religion, never suspicious
You're too delicious for the tongue
See, the lungs breathe a natural high
Just like the shirts that's so lovely
So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo
Because I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows
That make ya dance until the sisters take glance
I hope you find romance... try your luck, take a chance
'Til I enter, like the Milton Plaza, I'm the center
Of it all, the fucking prince of the ball
Standing six feet tall, that's a long way to fall
But not worried 'cause my vision ain't blurried
The I'n'I is hotter than the spice and curry
So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury

[Grap Luva:]
So check the situation, a raw deal is what we're facing
Bust the flavors of the rules they mandate
The climate gets hotter as the city gets smaller [?]
A million and one cats, they trying to earn top dollar
Half that mill, they straight out to kill
Uncultivated and destined to act real ill
Black let up in the things of five boroughs of pain
Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same
I'm twenty-something years of age
And life surely ain't about hand-outs, so I lays my plan out
Hard work is levicated to an art called survival
Consider Jah's lesson from conception to arrival
Now that I'm here, my fears shall decrease
Learning about life, making my way to the east
From four square yard struggler
The G's on time, yo God, hit me with that rhyme

[Rob-O:]
In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O
You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts, I'm Rob Odindo
But your intentions confuse me on the surface
Ya nervous, because you lack a purpose
Check it, thought about it, much much later
Should've kept it real, would've been much greater
But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact
Being pussy kept your wack ass back
Now, in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit
Game tight, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain't right
Ascension among the ranks
I'm giving thanks to the most high for planting me firm
Upon this world that's forever changing
The conflict that I'm engaging
The constant riff and miscommunication
Imagine that, me take the weight for some next kid short
Yo, it's a Grown Man Sport

[InI & Pete Rock:]
Yeah yeah like that
Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
It's a Grown Man Sport, yeah
Laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
It's a Grown Man Sport, come on
Laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
It's a Grown Man Sport
Lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
This here is a Grown Man Sport

[Mekolicious:]
Hold it... suppose it was me speaking on tapes
To create a lifestyle to marinate
Different latitudes search cocaine to food
Excuse my move to bliss, eternal stress in fits
I see the same in many
Penny thoughts 'cause plenty thought I wasn't ready and willing
Now I'm blowing through the ceiling
Go real only when a nigga make me any noise
So figure, the first letter supports the sport

[Marco Polo:]
Enfin Séraphin Pieds fins
InI, le nouveau prophète de la scène mondiale
Oui, que voulez vous faire nous tester
Je (dois faire?) pas pense a deux fois mon frère et ce Grown Man Sport
Qui veut dire c'est pas chouette dans mon livre le remettre (...?) INI, est ici pour vivre toujors
Je prie le grand maitre Selassie roi de rois chaque soirs, alors...

[InI & Pete Rock:]
Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa
It's a Grown Man Sport, yeah
Laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa
It's a Grown Man Sport, come on
Laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa
It's a Grown Man Sport
Lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa
Yeah it's a Grown Man Sport
Like that
This one going out dedicate this one to the almighty God
Rastafari Selassie
InI as we come of for 95 96
Ya live, respect