10 Years Grindin

[Intro]

Yo, listen

Mmm

[Verse 1]

Remember me?

I was on police cars on Channel U 2003

So when I tell you it's 10 years

In fact its more like 13

And when I was 13 and Wu-Tang Forever came out

Wrote out the lyrics in my english book

Both discs including the skits

Not a coincidence I spit like this

Craft I have mastered

Armed with the arsenic pen for the men that wanna beg friend

Or pretend it is them that stand what I stand for

Step in the ring get banged by the champ

Aw sit down stan get handled

True you're bars are dusty like a old mans back foot trekking the desert with no sandals

Who is checking on those vandals

Bit-break mic's with the bars of a martian

Left my kids to be fatherless bastards

See I'm so far past them

Run a lap 10 times, they're talking about starting

Dickheads ask "wheres the proof?"

4 of the top 10 Fire In The Booth's

6 albums all packed with truth

12 UK tours now who's who?

Shit...

Done all this while ignored by the mainstream

Everyday life feels like a daydream

See you know that you're cold

When mans grandma see you and they cross the road

Say that they love what you're doing for the struggle and they're feeling the stories you told

Pouring your soul

Boring a hole

Right through the pain straight into the cold

See the more it unfolds

More that you're sure that he knows

More that you feel that a portion of gold

Is not worth distorting your goals

If you're already sure of the truth that you hold

See I'll leave with that gem

Been droppin' them since back then

It's 2016 and It's Not a Rumour just turned 10

My friend

[Chorus]

10 years grinding

What have I done with all of that timing

Mastered the art of this rhyming

Spit hard and I passed the assignment

10 years grinding

What have I done with all of that timing

Mastered the art of this rhyming

Spit hard yeah I passed the assignment

[Bridge]

What you know about graft?

What you know about art?

What you know about heart?

What you know about touring the world from the start but your songs never close to the chart

[Verse 2]

A decade's a long time

If you find yourself following the wrong line

But you can change course with a strong mind

We around the world with the words but they're not mine

I don't create them I just arraign them

Spit them on tracks and the crowd go crazy

For the flows and the fables

Tekks and the turntables we're able to play ball

My stable? Farther of the house

[?] from your mouth bring it out

See the sagas I spew, targeting few

It's drama for dudes, you are scarred if you knew

See the half of your crew, departing from you

The other half with the all of your crew

A regard for the truth

That is the hardest thing we can pass to the youth

'Cause this truthing shit takes work

And there's no guarantee it'll work

And some other little talent-less jerk

Might come in the team and take your shirt, that's how it goes

All you can do is flow and hope that their ears work well

Hope they can tell

You're more like ghosts in a shell when you got man shook like a obeah spell

Hell? Well that's light work

Whats an ABC to a tight verse?

I'mma slay these beats and I might burst

Couple more egos with the right verse

You little 3 amigos need a night nurse

Come and see me on stage for the right purse

Yeah a prize fighter, 10 year grinder

Its the right rhymer, push up your lighter

Who can reciter

Stanza mans can't decipher

I plan like Japan and ban man from cyphers, done

Man get bun

Here's to 10 more years to get spun, son

[Chorus]

10 years grinding

What have I done with all of that timing

Mastered the art of this rhyming

Spit hard and I passed the assignment

10 years grinding

What have I done with all of that timing

Mastered the art of this rhyming

Spit hard yeah I passed the assignment

[Bridge]

[Verse 3]

What you know about grinding?

What you know about timing?

Can you read all the signage

Have you mastered the science of rhyming

The science that I am defining, you're trying

The miles this vehicle has run

And its heavyweight more than a tonne

And of course I do talk 'bout my tongue

These lungs that become these thunderous drums

When I'm done my sons could never get breakfast

As a parent I am that reckless

And I don't give a fuck 'bout your necklace or any of the other type reckless investments

I'm tested, and proven

Many times over, its older, its colder

With shoulders the size of mountainous boulders

All of your [?] don't count it as [?]

Wise from young so I'm 'llowing the olders

Unless otherwise proven, I'm schooling the foolish

And I'm built for the game lets do this

[Chrous x2]

[Bridge x2]