The Grime & Grit

Just get into the grime and grit (repeated)
 (Pep Love)
 Hard work is what it takes we
 Uppin the stakes
 Heavyweights, breakbeats
 And rhymes that levitate
 Through time and space
 But when I get into the grime
 Aint no time to waste
 We design divine premonition
 And position ourselves
 To manufacture dope
 And put it on the shelves
 If ya brain cells
 Dilatin when we violatin
 Rules of your pre-concepts
 And no exceptions is made
 Manifest fresh with my best friend
 Actualizing what was destined
 Now that you and I see eye-to-eye
 I bet we can both fly to the most high
 But first
 Lets dig our fingers in the earth
 And roll in the dirt
 Man that shit wont hurt
 There's a war goin on outside ya home
 Click ya boots, decide what side ya on
 Apocalypse rips through the chocolate cities
 From California to the Middle East
 The talkin this talkin it's gettin intense
 Let me tell you about these days of the last
 I'm gettin convinced
 You can hear it in the spirit
 Of the lyrics I kick
 And the sounds that Jay-Biz mixed
 Fuck the glamor and the glitz
 My grammar depicts
 Truth of the scandalous tricks
 These songs represent bricks
 Now just get into the grime and grit
 We gotta work for life sustaining
 And what's that worth?
 But the bullets and red
 It was raining lead and radiation
 Shrapnel leaving ya chidren dead
 We can't go for that
 No, my raps pulsate
 While the wax rotate
 Let's take it to the max
 No limitations
 The natural effect
 Of work is sweat
 But the stage is set
 For the modern sages to arrive
 The Prose--Pep Love and Jay-Biz
 It's an ageless journey
 But the page is turning
 And the pessimism just don't concern me
 Must engage this fully
 As our ways get dark
 As our days get
 Trails we gonna blaze
 Until we at the maze exit
 Onto the next shit
 But for now just
 Get into the grime and grit
 We gotta work, exert the heart
 So that you don't get jerked
 In this game brings pain and hurt
 But I remain this
 Same insane individual
 Who sparked the flame
 Makin the situation critical
 With a collage of audiovisual
 Original styles that?
 Rape and pillage you
 On tape like the pilgrims
 Doin what we feelin to break through
 And now it's time we raise the ceiling