No More Words

Intro: Pete Rock

Yeah yeah one two InI in the place

From the Vernon-ville section yeah

This goes out to all the niggas that

Be frontin always talking saying shit

They don't need to be saying and goes

Like this Grap Lover

Verse 1: Grap Lover

Dig it I bust rhymes that keep the wise minds open

Plus am hoping that ya get in the gist of my mind bliss

Yo I am to represent the most high (most high)

I heats up ya mind like a furnace no lie

So why try test or dismiss ya stress

On brother like Grap Lover

Is to impress ya friends or maybe my man Rob O

But the God is down with I so that shit don't go so

Take that ass to the lost and found

Look for ya style there you little clown

I am too busy paying dues got no times

For playing games more credentials to my name

Cause I am about to get fame

Ya played out game got you thinking you star

But talk is cheap so you won't't get far

Tag ya name on the list with the rest of the herbs

Cause on the strength for you

I got no words

Hook: Pete Rock

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Verse 2: Marco Polo

Justice imperial heavenly Asiatic decent

On to be another hero in the present

Father blessin brought all by his essence

The healer of soul beyond the heights untold

Worth gold plus I rest aside the Vernon-ville bold

Where the brothers get ya open

Junior players stay hoping to make it

You might not last they might bust that ass

And that's when ya grasp for the father

You call you should da stall

So why bother at all

I stand tall and reign supreme fa I va

I bet yo won't find a no mc that's liver

So wish upon a star that's yo rhymes up yo part

You study all day to pass the mc bar

It's no thing to put the funk swing in a effect

I loves on the beat so the mic gettin wreck

And theres no more words so respect kid

Hook: Pete Rock

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Verse 3: Rob O

Started my man played it off

I never noticed me why you scheming

With the fucked up motive

But uh check it let me school ya

On the I the who what when and the why

See I am despiser of discussing needs

Of the I rule is the size of a muscle

Seem smaller than smallest hidden just

To niggas planet and soil of earth

And it's the biggest

Tree that you ever seen turned into green

Now ya fiend some man made shit by machine

Shy damn bring the sticks

Bring the brimstone bricks

But ya naming them

Listen to the crunch of your cranium

Flow to the very last word of revelation

Not sweatin armageddon or am I lettin

Quite patient but still I bust that thick like ill

Smoke trauma chill son no more words

Hook:Pete Rock

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs

I am out

We got no more words for brothers

That be steppin on niggas and frontin

No what am saying straight up InI 95, 96

Word to mother soul brother records

My man ran bangers in the house

As we do it like this check it out

One two no more words no more words

【Fades out】