No More Words Lyrics - 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 

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 

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 

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Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas 

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs 

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 

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Check it out I got no more words frontin niggas 

Tag ya name to the rest of the herbs 

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 

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