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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Grits
Grits
Performer
Stacey Jones
Stacey Jones
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stacey Jones
Stacey Jones
Writer
Otto Price
Otto Price
Songwriter
Teron Carter
Teron Carter
Songwriter
Ric Robbins
Ric Robbins
Writer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Otto Price
Otto Price
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Show 'em you the illest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
How they gonna feel it?
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
I'ma flow em' with my poem
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
[Verse 2]
My equilibrium is slightly off
I'm a little bit tilted off the loudmouths in hip hop
Who claim they built it
Hip hop is a God-inspired art form
Correction's my delivery
Givin' proper credit with no edit to the chivalry
Straight-laced, straight-faced
You can buck it if you want to
Undermining cleverly your twisted schemes
The fact is, on to bigger and better things
Future shining, amazing
As a ray of light to somebody trapped in a cave
Since they freed the slaves
I'm burstin' at the seams for a chance to gleam
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
I mean, it's like this when it's simply put
My plagiarism, wisdom used in decision making process
Helps me make the kind of choices I can live with, swallow, and digest
I rise up like emotions and feelings
Dust in cracks of ceilings
Healing in the name of Jesus, all the achy parts
Landscaping, mentally shaking
Unusual fellow
This album's three times dope
Don't hope it's gon' be mellow
I'm coming with the force of a county sheriff servin' subpoenas
To a ballooned buffoon, barbaric with his platoon
Goon squadron
And soon, this gon' be released
And like Jesus, we bringin' swords and not peace, to say the least
[Verse 3]
(I'ma, I'ma ) I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
Y'all can watch the way I throw 'em
Take what I instilled up in my poem
I'ma go in like a surgeon
Urgin' y'all to cease with all the splurgin'
Hit me on my pager
This is major, this is major
[Verse 4]
Show 'em you the illest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
How they gonna feel it?
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
I'ma flowin' with my poem
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
Show 'em you the illest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
How they gonna feel it?
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
I'ma flow em' with my poem
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
[Verse 5]
From the middle of the dirty rhyme
Excursion cause diversion, splurgin' nouns and verbs converted
Phrases, phases from my pages
Ballers call us verbal players
Crumbs and bricks, we flip the layers
Stack the cake and serve in prayer
Hopes and dreams, we must believe
Dope emcees from birth are these
No need for paper-chasin' cheese
Blessed with riches, Heavenly
Daily hate is breedin' jealousy
Usin' my lifestyle as an album concept
But soon enough, the truth reveals the lies you claim in your rep
'Cause we the realest, not in sense of claimin' hardest on wax
What you see is what you get, we only hard on them facts
Best believe we the illest 'cause you bouncin' the beats
Created and illustrated by some Christian emcee
My style is universal, school of rhyme university
Institutin' my profession with lessons through diversity
Could never be pinpointed by beats 'cause beats could never define
One who's anointed in speech
And, likewise, spiritually, through intervention
Words capture me, enrapture thee
Minds of blinded individuals close-minded
Residuals don't make you and emcee
Just because your budget's big and your video looks Hollywood
Don't make you better than me
Time is tickin', people changin'
Taste the real from fake appeal
I'm from the 'Ville, I thought you knew we was Titans
Don't clash with Nash
Not on a mission to prove, but was commissioned to move
Not for flashy style and image, but 'cause God said it was finished
[Verse 6]
Show 'em you the illest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
How they gonna feel it?
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
I'ma flowin' with my poem
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
Show 'em you the illest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
How they gonna feel it?
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
I'ma flow em' with my poem
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
Show 'em you the illest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
How they gonna feel it?
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
I'ma flowin' with my poem
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
Show 'em you the illest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
How they gonna feel it?
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
I'ma flowin' with my poem
I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em
Show 'em you the realest
(I'ma show 'em, I'ma show 'em)
Written by: Otto Price, Ric Robbins, Stacey Jones, Teron Carter
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