No More Words

[Intro: Pete Rock] Yeah yeah one two InI in the place From the Vernon-ville section yeah This goes out to all the niggas that Be frontin always talking saying shit They don't need to be saying and goes Like this Grap Lover [Verse 1: Grap Lover] Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise minds open Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind bliss Yo I am to represent the most high (most high) I heats up ya mind like a furnace no lie So why try test or dismiss ya stress On brother like Grap Lover Is to impress ya friends or maybe my man Rob O But the God is down with I so that shit don't go so Take that ass to the lost and found Look for ya style there you little clown I am too busy paying dues got no times For playing games more credentials to my name Cause I am about to get fame Ya played out game got you thinking you star But talk is cheap so you won't't get far Tag ya name on the list with the rest of the herbs Cause on the strength for you I ain't got no words [Hook: Pete Rock] (4x) Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs [Verse 2: Ras G] Justice imperial heavenly Asiatic decent On to be another hero in the present Father blessin brought all by his essence The healer of soul beyond the heights untold Worth gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold Where the brothers get ya open Junior players stay hoping to make it You might not last they might bust that ass And that's when ya grasp for the father You call you should da stall So why bother at all I stand tall and reign supreme fa I va I bet yo won't find a no mc that's liver So wish upon a star that your rhymes up to par You study all day to pass the mc bar It's no thing to put the funk swing in a effect I loves on the beat so the mics gettin wreck And theres no more words so respect kid [Hook: Pete Rock ] (4x) Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs [Verse 3: Rob O] Started my man played it off I never noticed me why you scheming With the fucked up motive But uh check it let me school ya On the I the who what when and the why See I am despiser of discussing needs Of the I rule is the size of a muscle Seem smaller than smallest hidden just To niggas planet and soil of earth And it's the biggest Tree that you ever seen turned into green Now ya fiend some man made shit by machine Shy damn bring the sticks Bring the brimstone bricks But ya naming them Listen to the crunch of your cranium Flow to the very last word of revelation Not sweatin armageddon nor am I lettin Quite patient but still I bust that thick like ill Smoke trauma chill son no more words [Hook:Pete Rock](4x) Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs I am out We got no more words for brothers That be steppin on niggas and frontin No what am saying straight up InI 95, 96 Word to mother soul brother records My man ran bangers in the house As we do it like this check it out One two no more words no more words [Fades out]