Kept Grindin' - Insane Clown Posse

We kept hustlin

We kept grindin

The overwhelming workload that it takes

The shakin' off snakes

The pains and the aches

Wrong moves and mistakes

They disrupt, they corrupt and distract you from your mission

And all those who let go and spend their lives wishin and missin

I couldn’t listen in school, I felt I had a different callin

But all everybody did was roll their eyes and start yawnin

But this is real life and only you is livin through your eyes

There are dreamers, those who want it

And us, who won’t be denied

Its a struggle every day, success is far from fuckin free

Unless you plucked it from a tree, with J and ICP

Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J (Shaggy: «Refuse to Lose!»)

Livin' proof do what you got and you can do what you choose

Hate to sit back on this track like a little bitch and remininsce

But instead I’ll kick a little history all about the hatchet

By this time in the game, most motherfuckers, they done fell apart

In these years we still shinin and we now just gettin our start

Inner City Posse jumped on the scene and we was mad crewed up

In the end when shit got rough and tough, it was just the two of us

When you was in the club gettin ya grind and ya sip on

We was in the parkin lot, hittin up cars, gettin our flyers on

Did my first show when I was sixteen

It’s still part of my scheme

J holdin out a drive-thru window at Burger King to support our dreams

It seemed like yesterday, the world wasn’t ready for two clown freaks

But we kept grindin

Now who on whose dick, lil Bitch shit

I woke up in the morning with my head on backwords

Went from street livin to an underground master

Went from sellin baggies in alleys

To sellin bangers from here to Cali

And rollin with the Psychopathic family

I started up with Krazees, hooked up with Violent J

The rest is still bein written like a biography

Don’t think you know my story, cause there’s too much to tell

Just know that I’ve been underground and I’ve been doin well

Since the days of makin tapes in the basement

We came a long way, I’d like to see you do the same shit

Monoxide, and I’m Twiztid with a Z

Carnival representin' til I D-I-E

We met ICP way back, touring once or twice

They was real cool, Felt like we known 'em all our life

They said You ever wanna sign with them

We was like hell yeah we down the ground with friends

They put us up, this was way before the family era

When we toured for three years with a t-shirt

Gettin mixed response from the bleachers and show-goers

Prepared for rock-throwers and flame-throwers we stayed focused

In '98 we dropped our first LP

Psychopathic presentin' Twiztid Mostasteless, the CD

Go out and get it bitch, shit is cold as ice

So dope that we released it twice

And we still here

It started as a guest spot, Parlayed to a real spot

Worked behind the scenes before I really got a shot

In the studio, quick still needin to prove somethin

My skills got me the deal off the CD you know it’s dope

But it was on now in '99, the first GOTJ

Ya Dead Homie Blaze and ABK rippin the stage

The first time I ever got to grind in the sunshine

Six minutes shorter the EP’s full play time

Still confusin some, give love for One Less G

That’s when we moved to the streets and people started hearin me

From Colton Grundy to Clockwork Grey my skills increased

Don’t believe me?

Pick up my next CD

Last House on Dead Street

I keep it grindin like an old set of car brakes

Started off with a duel player and casette tapes

By '95 my life was frustrated so I developed my mentals and let the funk

recreate it

And then I hit the stage with my homie Blaze, thuggin for life

City to city tours under the light

Straight outta Detroit grindin Warrior baby

I ain’t never gonna stop, my heat’s never on safety

This is Psychopathic bitch boy and we so sweet

What you know about the label runnin under the streets?

This be Anybody Killa homie, like me or not

Over a hundred thousand sold bitch with one bout to drop

For real

Mothafuckas don’t trip I’m one of the youngest homies on the (Otis: «block»)

And keepin it grindin with a (Otis: «dot»)

And on my way to the fuckin (Otis: 'top")

Because we underneath the surface

Be prepared to get real hurt bitch

We came from the gutter and now

I’m fuckin your mother and workin it

I know I’m only 24 up in this ho but check it yo

I was smokin before some of y’all was even startin to grow

Some of y’all don’t even know

So many shows by eighteen

And by my twenty-first I was on the national scene, see

Been given an oppurtunity to speak my words and yo

Be keepin it wicked and run with the hatchet

For sho so smoke your roll

My name is Bonez and this be O-T

We murderin fucks til the sun comes up

That’s why they call us A.M.B

Hey homie I hope you listen to my rappin

Cause rappin is all I have it’s all that every fuckin mattered

Your heart can get shattered your pockets can get fatter

Just grind like me and mine and you’ll shine like my family

In the beginning my mission was to make it to the hatchet

Then I did it and started laughin I grinded and look what happened

My mind is not on this planet, cause y’all thought that we vanished

But God’s Hand got my back

And the game still gets me fuckin mad

I start poppin off at the mouth when somethin bothers me

You mothafuckers better give it up for R.O.C

You mothafuckers better give it up for A.M.B

DJ Clay mixtapes, gettin paid and makin haters bleed

All the blood and the tears I spent on most of the years

And all the time on the grind I conquered most of my fears

The knowin I would make it and was it worth the sacrifice

Skippin meals and skippin bills I hoped that it was worth the price

Of the love of my kids and would they hate me in the end

For all the time I didn’t spend I knew I’d have to make amends

So kept the mike in one hand the other gripped on my Glock

Kept one eye on the prize the other fixed up on the clock

It was a hustle in my heart that let me know I wouldn’t fail

Would I end up on the stage or would I end up in a cell

Then one Monday afternoon I got that call from Psychopathic

Put the pistol in the drawer and now I’m runnin with the hatchet

(All: «Woop Woop!»)

I was sixteen young and was never put on

But was put down strong when Rude Boy gave me a call

Sayin that the wicked clowns had a party called Big Ballas

And if I want to come spin and make a couple dollars

St. Andrew’s Hall (Yeah!) Remember it all (Yeah!)

When I went into this game who knew I would last this long

Then when '06 came around you can Fuck the Fuck Off

It was me and Shaggy 2 Dope I was on my first tour

And little did I know it was the first of many more

Now I’m pushin out mixtapes for the Juggalos

And the love I get from them keeps me higher than some dro

That’s why I’m standin here, arms crossed

Just to let you know how we