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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

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RZA

Grits

 

Grits

(album: Birth Of A Prince - 2003)


[Hook: Allah Real]
When I was small
We had nothing at all
We used to eat Grits, for dinner
It was pain
almost drive a man insane
what we could find for
to survive another day
but I said nah...

[RZA]
An old killa bee once hummed me a tune
Stay up at night, don't sleep on ya moon
Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room
Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon
Old Earth in the kitchen, yell "it's time to eat"
Across the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feet
One pound box of sugar, and a stick of margarine
A hot pot of Grits got my family from starving
Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit' the gravy
used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby
Steamy hot meal serve less than five minutes
Big silver pot, boiling water, salt in it
House full of brothers and sisters, the pop's missing
Pillsbury box on the stove in the kitchen

[Hook]

[Masta Killa]
Young shorties in my hood started hustling
Packing bags at the neighbourhood associate
Growing up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit
I'm too young, no jobs'd hire me legit
You walking down the street with ya gun in ya hand
Drinkin, thinking of a masterplan
Your Old Earth can't afford what ya friends got
So you roll up to the spot, with ya thing 'pon cock
And it seems worth the taking, stomach aching
Morning star Reggie making go good with the Grits
Now let's take it back for real
when we used to build at ghetto big wheels
with the shopping cart wheels, and wood to nail the seat on
Girls skipping rope in the street
the Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet
Skelly chief, flipping baseball cards for keeps
Momma said it's getting late, and it's time to come eat

[Hook]

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