Artist: Ghostface Killah f/ RZA
Album:  Supreme Clientele
Song:   The Grain
Typed By: X-Calibur, Tha Masta

[Sample]
"Do you wanna see it? Do you wanna see it?
I'm gonna do it for you. I'm gonna do it for you.
I'm gonna do it for you. I'm gonna do it for you."
"New Ghostface!"

[Ghostface Killah]
Eh yo, deep in the trenches, wig young, black-green beret
Chrome laser guns blazin at spades
Wallabees, cherry noose, Kool Aid
Ten niggas for the Tai Chi, black blades
One-hundred dollar seats, showed up
We at the opera, Queen Elizabeth rubbin' my leg
Had ketchup on her dress from a Whopper
Chunky-ass necklace, must be her birthstone
John Paul cop the biggest stones that are known
So god, eyes up on the Prince, fuckin with Diana
2 rows across Dirty givin hickies to Viana White
Fingerin Pamela Lee, we on the balcony
Dare one of y'all to Malcolm X me
Somebody might catch a Kennedy yo
Let me adjust my lens to these binculars
I paid five g's, slidin off like King Vitamine (Yo)
Vikin, patriot of Wall Street, broads start to think
I'm layin like a hyphen

[RZA]
Tony Starks' darts make the NARCs dogs bark
With the Benz parked up against the boulevard
Starks had the phone sparked
One cop at the window, blast like a cymbol crash
What the fuck son you tryin' to break glass?
He flashed his badge, "License and registrations?"
At that moment, his fat partner started chasin
Chickenheads, they was racin with their hearts pacin
Was snatchin Gold, tryin to dip into the God's basement
Hour chasin, lead still shed, spread
Crack shorty head, left sweety there for dead
Ghetto voodoo, spankin, sticky from cheese doodoo
Starvin for a fifty-cent bag of Oodles and Noodles
Neighborhood sick with it, Clan 'bout to cut wig
Maybe one of y'all rich rap niggas need to politic
Beats from the sky, they go beat you in your eye
Don't tease 'em, why you be keepin 'em high?
Dip like an Oreo cookie in cold milk
Bones silk, gold filt cap, Wu-Wear hat, low tilt
True Islamic, we speak verbal rhyme phonics
While y'all try to change this hip-hop to technotronics

Don't go against The Grain, The Grain (x3)

*singing*
(Girl) Cuz of you I'm hurting
Within my, within my heart
I know it's not right be flirting
But our relationship has to start
You're the one that I'm clocking
It's time for you to start jocking
Dont' want you to see me cry
(This is why, this is why)

I met this girl named Rhonda from way down yonder
(Eh yo, God don't fuck wit her!)
I met this girl named Liz she was all in the biz
(Eh yo, Lord don't fuck wit her!)
I rocked a hoe named Tina from the heart of Medina
(Eh yo, kid don't fuck wit her!)
Yeah, that girl Kit Kat, she was a good putty cat
(Eh yo, nigga you better fuck wit her!)

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" -- Jeru the Damaja