Whats It All About? - The Grouch, Eligh, Scarub

I respect people in this world in so many ways

I neglect people in this world in so many ways

I love to love a person in this world for always

Love to hate a motherfucker when I couldn’t find ways

To get through, wanna hit you like a brick without a fist

I gotta express my calmer inner mind but with a twist

Not a lecture, it’s an art form, I’m the best for the job

That’s what I wanna share, get prepared, make it bob

You know that head I need to get to, never pass bullshit through

Hip you to a way of life that probably more fits you

It’s time to open up, quit acting tough and fronting more and

Get tighter on my raps, as a whole I wanna do something

I wanna move something bigger than a mountain

Live a thousand of my days happy and hella proud in my ways

I wanna praise these aspiring, admiring peers

Keep me moving on near, whether he lies

When will they ever realize, it’s all about being free, wise?

Big tree-sized individuals in the mental

If they permit into the temple, I’ll still be influential in this

I’ll still pick up a pencil with no credentials and rip

It’s my gift I’ve been given, it’s my life I’ve been living

And I’ve been driven to this point here

I’m tryna make my point clear, I’m tryna come across tight

Ain’t tryna take a loss without a fight, just wanting to do it right

I’m just wanting to do it right

Money brings power, power might bring pain

Now you might attain game without any of 'em

Plenty of 'em fail, many of 'em stack mail

Act well as if you know, cause if you show you dope you won’t

If you show you dope you won’t

What’s it all about?

I stick it to the beat, prepare for defeat, some gets mistreated

Lowered esteem for the self, embellish on the pain

While relish on crossing eyes and a brain, wise I’ll refrain

When my game is off, bitter disappointment, this appointment healing scars

Revealing stars unseen when the moon is shining

Who’s the tightest?

Well to me its the brightest emcee on a mic divided

In categorical temperaments, temperature rises feverish

Leaving two-thousand cleansed ends stacked on the back porch

With the torch lit, follow paths of brick herbs

To keep the sickness within a cage

Words with a page where age can’t be distinguished

Just the feeble, that’s no longer my job, my choice

My voice throbs like the engine of a Rolls-Royce, top influx

Ten bucks, that’s a pocket budget of a kid who grew to know his destinal goals

The rest fold in molten stagnent poses

That’s where determined prices stop and smell the fucking roses

I’ve been paying my dues to who knows

Ever since I’ve been able to tie my shoelaces

And walk to the park for open mics in circles to recite anything that came to

mind

But because of my age I was undefined

As one of the B-boys who could still get it on after

The streetlights came on and the night changed from dust to dawn

You see my momma didn’t know that her son had the crowd pleasing potentials

To pick up a pencil and permanently, shake shit up like Shakespeare

Shakes up the minds of critics, it was ridiculous what I had to go through

Day to day to meet up with the crew, then go down do to the Good Life and do

What I’ve been believing in ever since the beginning of time

From the beginning to the end of my rhymes, the crowd will climb out of their

chairs

Nothing but stares in my face as my words tap their eardrums with amazing grace

Scarub blew up the place

Even fools who didn’t like me would agree that my style was horrible

My aura would illuminate and shine, but it wasn’t bright enough to be seen

And still to this day through the eyes of Scarub supporters, he’s living a pipe

dream

Not bright enough to be seen, still living a pipe dream