Big Beat Battalion Back in the Place Lyrics

Yo, Grammar G, why don't you gimme a beat box?
This, that, quid pro quo
My rhymes lock you up like Guantanamo
Just let me go with this acapella
You can't touch this flow, they call it salmonella
I'm poison, I'm voicin' all sorts of concern
My rhymes keep me paid like a college intern
We'll keep it pumpin' like small pox
Smooth J, Grammar G, with that big beat box

[Chorus]:
One (one) for the treble, two (two) for the bass
Smooth J, Grammar G, back (back) in the place
Yes (yes) y'all, and ya don't
That's right y'all, 'cause ya won't

I said one, two, three shots can take the toll
'Cause I'm the one that's creepin' in the grassy knoll
And quick is how I make my getaway
Fool, you're never gonna catch the man Smooth J
Because I flick a wicked rhyme, a wicked rhyme is what I flick
I'm a rough-neck cracker jack, not whack but quick
Well, a UNLV jersey with the number 4
Because LJ is the man and your mom makes me snore
A better man than G you will never find
'Cause I'm one and only and one of a kind
I teeter-totter and now I'm teachin' your daughter
I'm farmin' more peanuts than my man Jimmy Carter
'Cause I'm so handsome, hold up, correction
I'd be better lookin' with a nicer complexion
Shout out to Gracey, yes y'all, she's my cat
She likes to say meow and you know that she's all that
Just me, and my boy G
And I'm the newest limb on my family tree
They try to stop me because I praise the Lord
They want me runnin' like the fugitive Harrison Ford
Let loose with the juice and I'll get crispy
Vanilla Pearl made me hurl so he's history
So check G, 'cause I'm comin' up
And correctly is the way that I strut

[Chorus x 2]

Hark, hark, and everybody say HEY
Up, up to the mic steps, steps Smooth J
Never caught in less than the freshest apparel
I've got more rhymes than a Christmas carol
I manage the mic like Tom Kelly
But I don't like the donuts that are filled with jelly
But I'll still go to Al's and hang with the fellas
They'll wanna dis' this but they're just jealous
A little alliteration in your face and
I storm like a trooper to the base and
Better than this you have never heard
Cookies crunch and MC's crumble from my word
Grammatically perfect, grammatically correct
That's why I'm Grammar G and that's why you'll get wrecked
'Cause I got more effect than ILM
They all wish they was me but I don't wish I was them
The first rap tape I bought was all the way live
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five
Nucleus Houdini to Run DMC
And now it's all about Smooth J and Grammar G
I s_____r on my sheets and my pillow
But bust me a beat and I will go (go go)
Off like a bee from a hive
'Cause I get goosebumps when I'm rhymin' right
'Cause I can kick a kooky flow, fresh like cookie dough
Melt like chocolate chips and then I let ya go
We never jack beats, this is not stolen
You know how it is rockin' and rollin'
Not yet as good as I can get
But it's all set to rock on cassette
Or vinyl or 8-track or compact disc
And you'll be catchin' 'em all like you was Carlton Fisk
Yo, this is it and a little bit more
And all you other suckers can leave your mics at the door
'Cause there's not enough room when we're on stage
'Cause I'm 6 foot 3, 53 years of age
And I weigh above 2 quarters and a dime
And when this is over you're gonna hit rewind
Done with the show, we've collected our cash
Let's catch graveyard down at the Pass

[Chorus x 2]

No you will not...