The Life I Live

Intro: Pete Rock

Uh, check it

InI in the house, y'all

Soul brother number one

The life I live

Rob-O, Ras, Grap Luva, and Marco Polo

Yeah, hit 'em off the verse, one time

Verse 1: Grap Luva (Rob-O)

Yo, my display of attributes in a tight situation

Is like squeezing grapes for the drunken sensation

(But these grapes got the taste of wrath)

On behalf of my staff I blaze a trail and set a path of forward motion

Cause a commotion and diminish competition

School the shorties cause the "I" be on a mission, steady dismissing

Nonsense and weak foes who kick fuckery flows and stay afloat in the water

I simply oughta seize your whole manslaughter attitude

Cause niggas like you ain't really rude

I'm never pulling punches, delivery is revelation

Hear the I out, find out what you're facing

Never displacing is the way brothers be living

But what's the true elements of what I'm giving?

Delivering the full coverage of how I'm living in the years of the nine

My style and my life is defined

Scratched hook

Damn right I like the life I live

Verse 2: Ras G

The very first African man born into a system that's torn into pieces

Not running through the feces but every day I feel that the love keeps decreasing

So I bring the love vibe to make it all coincide

I love His Imperial Majesty and it's a tragedy

I've seen your whole strategy is weaker

Your style's been blown like the speaker

While I'm an old school new school rhyme fool with no tool

Packing the mic and keeping my cool like the water in the pool, quite refreshing

Won't settle for less in this rap game, I'm far from lame

While others fiend for fame I remain the same

Staying laced for the future that's faced my lord

We're InI, all together on one accord

Yo, the clique that manifests with much rapport

With much love to give within the life I live

Scratched hook

Damn right I like the life I live

Verse 3: Rob-O

Birth time, see my first rhyme in 2-0-7

1-9-7-1, September 11th

To the twelfth is when he blessed my peoples with wealth

First born son arrived chilling in good health

Couldn't imagine the praise when I came out the poon-poon

My mama's womb was a nigga's only room

Now I got the whole world to express myself

Stretch myself, relax and plus rest myself

With impossible props to pull

Check it, steadily avoid all the obstacles

And negativity, y'all faggots stressin' me

Take advantage to get the best of me

Sweating in hopes of getting next to me

It won't happen, see I came to rock the spots

Serving the facts I got, on these urban black blocks of America

From four square miles New York is scarier

With strength dominates the inferior

And I'm out

Hook(Until fade out)

Damn right I like the life I live