Down To The Grissle - Cool C

Sitting here, writing a rhyme cos I’m angry

Cos people wanna change me

And what I do I didn’t make it for you

Stop beefing you’re through

Hip Hop started from the street

It’s not soft just a grissle beat

Soft, that’s a no-no

Hip Hop on the strength will keep you in the flow

So I must insist

All hell freeze and listen to this

Cos I’m taking it back

And if it’s not hardcore then I call it wack

The point I’m trying to get across

Cos it seems that you lost the source

Any weak beat that’s put on wax

Then commence with the weakest rap

And another thing, I’ve been thinking

Hip Hop ain’t all about singing

That junk don’t rock

Think you got the nerve to call that Hip Hop?

Man you’re nuts, that ain’t bumping

That’s why I’m here to explain a little something

Singing, that’s wack

I’m proud to say that I rap

Yeah, the beats make you jump

Move your rump, start your heart to pump

Destroying critters like a mad bomb missile

Hip Hop, down to the grissle

Yeah, you know I’ll rough a nucka

Cool C and E-Marvel from The Hilltop

On the ackniculous tip

Why don’t you tell 'em what’s up with the radio

Listen to the radio, they wanna diss you

Trying to tell you what to do

I ain’t for that, I’m gonna grissle them back

With the ill track

There’s no music, I didn’t choose it

Pump up the volume, you better use it

And play it, jocks keep complaining

I’m tired of playing the game, I quit

This is it

Back to straight up Hip Hop legit

Beats so hot, man it sizzles

(Yeah) down to the grissle

It ain’t nothing like Hip Hop music

And we ain’t singing it, we bringing it

So you know the beat is kicking, chicken

But Cool C I think they want more

Give 'em more

You want more (you know it)

The rhyme scores

Listen, it’s hardcore

Down, all the way

You ain’t, get away

Trying to make me work for free, that ain’t me

Cos my name’s Cool C

Back again on the grissle train

Getting dope, so I can get in

For real, Tat controls the wheels

Make one record and think you can deal

You can’t, that’s nut thinking

Thinking that, you must have been drinking

Sucker, you ain’t saying nothing

Treat you like a target, and start begging on you

Cos man you’re through

It’s the Hilltop that’s doing the do

Picking off suckers, like a chisel

(Why?) They ain’t down to the grissle

Yeah that’s right, down to the grissle

I’m chilling dear like a old head

DJ Tat Money thousands and thousands on the 1 and 2

Steady Boo B bumping on the beatbox

Fatal Attraction rocking the dance steps

Thick & Thin dancers in the house

Wild Crew in effect

3-D in effect, Chuck Nice, Woody Wood and EST

And yo, this goes out to all the people who’s down with the real Hip Hop

And everybody else, and nothing

Take this in your face