If I... lyrics

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire

Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by

Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash

Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash

Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last

Lot is cast, take you from a broken past

Open with his smoking stash

Promise no more; he done broke his last

From affliction to addiction, wound to infection

From a rookie to professional, secret to confession

Every level is progressional, pushing every envelope and boundary protecting you

Slowly decomposing, you oppressing, you depressing, you be stressing you out

Testing what you about now, you grown with clout now, and drowning in doubt now

Ain't no question you sick and tired of the situation you facing

Asking God, "Why? How? Why me? Why now?"

Trying to get your mind right

Trying to keep your grip tight on life, in spite of the chaos and the battle internally

Defining your existence and your position eternally

Our mission in this industry is assisting you in shaking off them tendencies,

Exposing you to destiny

Spit truth lyrically in every vicinity

Diminishing strongholds of foes now

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire

Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by

Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash

Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash

Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last

Lot is cast, take you from a broken past

Open with his smoking stash

Promise no more; he done broke his last

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire

Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by

Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash

Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash

Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last

Lot is cast, take you from a broken past

Open with his smoking stash

Promise no more; he done broke his last

I proceed to put the pieces together

Obvious is the beat that meets every endeavour, whenever

Head on, popping and bucking to say it wrong

Opportunity ducking, all of them stuck in their zone

Freedom of speech, empower the streets

Fuel the cowards to spin hours for peace

They're growing poison, thinking they're doing a moral service

Whoopy-doo, they black with money

I should be proud but I'm nervous, like a gun in the hand of a killer

It always amazes me when the burn the flames off of the scrilla

Black man, wake up

Black man, feel me

Dr. King said we will overcome - will we?

Blood on the streets of Memphis for the cause

Moment of silence for death as we pause

Raise the terror alert, give me time to hear from error

And hurt the bearer of news in an era that's almost gone

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire

Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by

Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash

Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash

Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last

Lot is cast, take you from a broken past

Open with his smoking stash

Promise no more; he done broke his last

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire

Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by

Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash

Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash

Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last

Lot is cast, take you from a broken past

Open with his smoking stash

Promise no more; he done broke his last

I know if I was to simply say to you that if I got that spitfire

Get fly, I'm gonna help you get by

Bite my lip until it bleed if I let you crash

Body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash

Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last

Lot is cast, take you from a broken past

Open with his smoking stash

Promise no more; he done broke his last

Let you crash, body hit the water, splash, all for a wad of cash

Passion-plea to self, so it's not his last

Lot is cast, take you from a broken past

Open with his smoking stash

Promise no more; he done broke his last

• Artist:GRITS
• Album:Dichotomy B (2004)