"Kept Grindin'" lyrics - INSANE CLOWN POSSE
We kept hustlin'
We kept grindin'
The overwhelmin' workload that it takes
The shakin' off snakes, the pains and the aches
Wrong moves and mistakes, they disrupt
Corrupt and distract you from your mission
And all those who let go and spend their lives wishin' and missin'
I couldn't listen in school, I felt I had a different callin'
But all everybody did was roll their eyes and start yawnin'
But this is real life and only you is livin' through your eyes
There are dreamers, those who want it and us, who won't be denied
It's a struggle every day, success is far from fuckin' free
Unless you plucked it from a tree with J and ICP
Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J refuse to lose
Livin' proof do what you got and you can do what you choose
Hate to sit back on this track like a little bitch and reminisce
But instead I'll kick a little history all about the hatchet
By this time in the game, most motherfuckers fell apart
In these years we still shinin' and we now just gettin' our start
Inner City Posse jumped on the scene and we was mad crewed up
In the end when shit got rough it was just the two of us
When you was in the club getting' ya grind and ya sip on
We was in the parkin' lot gettin' our flyers on
Did my first show when I was sixteen, it's still part of my scheme
J holdin' out a drive-through window at Burger King to support our dreams
It seemed like yesterday, the world wasn't ready for two clown freaks
But we kept grindin', now who on whose dick, lil' bitch shit
We kept hustlin'
We kept grindin'
I woke up in the mornin' with my head on backwards
Went from street livin' to an underground master
Went from sellin' baggies in allies to sellin' from here to Cali'
And rollin' with the Psychopathic family
I started up with Krazees, hooked up with Violent J
The rest is still being written like a biography
Don't think you know my story 'cause there's too much to tell
Just know that I've been underground and I've been doin' well
Since the days of makin' tapes in the basement
We came a long way, I'd like to see you do the same shit
Monoxide and I'm Twiztid with a Z
Carnival representin' till I D-I-E
We met ICP way back, tourin' once or twice
They was real cool, felt like we known 'em all our life
They said, "You ever wanna side with them?"
We was like, "Hell yeah, we down the ground with friends"
They put us out, this was way before the family era
When we toured for three years with a t-shirt
Gettin' mixed response from the bleachers and show-goers
Prepared for rock-throwers and flame-throwers, we stayed focused
In '98 we dropped our first LP
Psychopathic presentin' Twiztid Mostasteless, the CD
Go out and get it, bitch, shit is cold as ice
So dope that we released it twice and we still here
We kept hustlin'
We kept grindin'
It started as a guest, I moved later to a real spot
Worked behind the scenes before I really got a shot
In the studio, twistin' still need jsdflkjlk;jsdflkdfjdf
My skills got me the deal off the CD you know it's dope
But it was on now in '99, the first GOTJ
Ya, Dead Homie Blaze and ABK rippin' the stage
The first time I ever got to grind in the sunshine
Six minutes shorter, the EP's full play time
Still confusin' some, give love for One Less G
That's when we moved to the streets and people started hearin' me
From Colton Grundy to Clockwork Grey my skills increased
Don't believe me? Pick up my next CD
I keep it grindin' like an old set of car brakes
Started off with a duel player and cassette tapes
By '95 my life was frustrated so I developed my mentals
And let the funk recreate it
And then I hit the stage with my homie Blaze, thuggin' for life
City to city tours under the light
Straight outta Detroit grindin' Warrior, baby
I ain't never gonna stop, my heat's never on safety
This is Psychopathic bitch boy and we so sweet
What you know about the label runnin' under the streets?
This be Anybody Killa, homie, like me or not
Over a hundred thousand sold, bitch, with one 'bout to drop
For real
We kept hustlin'
We kept grindin'
Motherfuckers don't trip, I'm one of the youngest homies on the
And keepin' it grindin' with a
And on my way to the fuckin' top
Because we underneath the surface be prepared to be real hurt, bitch
We came from the gutter and now I'm fuckin' your mother and workin' it
I know I'm only 24 up in this hoe but check it, yo
I was smokin' it before some of y'all was even startin' to grow
Some of y'all don't even know, so many shows by eighteen
And by my twenty-first I was on the national scene
And see, been given an opportunity to speak my words and, yo
Be keepin' it wicked and run with the hatchet for show
So slow your roll, my name is Bonez and this be O-T
We murderin' fucks till the sun comes up that's why they call us A.M.B
Hey, homie, I hope you listen to my rappin'
'Cause rappin' is all I have it's all that every fuckin' mattered
Your heart can get shattered your pockets can get fatter
Just grind like me and mine and you'll shine like my family
In the beginnin' my mission was to make it to the hatchet
Then I did it and started laughin', I grinded and look what happened
My mind is not on this planet 'cause y'all thought that we vanished
But god's hand got my back and the game still gets me fuckin' mad
I start poppin' off at the mouth when somethin' bothers me
You motherfuckers better give it up for R.O.C
You motherfuckers better give it up for A.M.B
DJ Clay mix-tapes, gettin' paid and makin' haters bleed
We kept hustlin'
We kept grindin'
All the blood and the tears I spent on over the years
And all the time on the grind I conquered most of my fears
Not knowin' would I make it and was it worth the sacrifice
Skippin' meals and skippin' bills, I hoped that it was worth the price
Of the love of my kids and would they hate me in the end
For all the time I didn't spend I knew I'd have to make amends
So kept the mike in one hand the other gripped on my glock
Kept one eye on the prize, the other fixed up on the clock
It was a hustler in my heart who let me know I wouldn't fail
Would I end up on the stage or would I end up in a cell?
Then one Monday afternoon I got that call from Psychopathic
Put the pistol in the drawer and now I'm runnin' with the hatchet
(Woo-woo)
We kept hustlin'
We kept grindin'
I was sixteen young and was never put on
But was put down strong and when Big Rude gave me a call
Sayin' that the wicked clowns had a party called Big Ballas
And if I want to come spin and make a couple dollars
St. Andrew's Hall
(Yeah)
Remember it all
(Yeah)
When I went into this game who knew I would last this long
Then when '06 came around you can fuck the fuck off
It was me and Shaggy 2 Dope, I was on my first tour
And little did I know it was the first of many more
Now I'm pushin' out mix-tapes for the juggalos
And the love I get from them keeps me higher than some dro
That's why I'm standin' here
Arms crossed just to let you know how we
We kept hustlin'
We kept grindin'