Grit Filmography

• Musical Mutiny (1970)

Grits Filmography

• Inspired Ambition (2008)

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Grits - Roots
• Grits - RZA
• Grits - The Roots

Yo Malik Blunt
Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
Man I like ALL KINDS of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
Word, that was trippy
Whassup with you Black Thought man, wassup?
Word, organix, groovy stew grits
with cheese, and mad honey
That ain't nuttin man!
That's the grits that needs cash man!
I like my grits with sugar man
I like them with BUTTER
Sweet and smooth man
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it
I can tell another bout real grits getters
Gettin grits y'all (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another bout real grits getters
(Dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another bout real grits getters
(Dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another bout the grits getter
Now me, I'm out to get the grits, more than a little bit
If I said, "Don't get it Black," you know I'd be a hypocrite
Levels often fluctuate to surplus from deficit
Rated with the X, is the X-tra X-plicit grits
I, slides, AND, slips, AND, dives, AND, dips
into it, it being grits that I gets like a quaker
But take the raincoats, for the oats
When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow
with butter, you slip up in the grits and make em other
Some people call it skins but, grits is the other term
that you gots to learn, to keep up on all the scoop
I get a little ends but, never spends loot
for the wiggle, some immature, kids like to laugh
so they giggle for the grits and, when they get close
they start skitz-in, not this kid, because I switched in
flipped in, changed the position that I hits in-side
I glide, words can't describe, how I move be
like, hittin a doobie, Thought'll get ya groovy, so!
Yo Black, here's a bit of advice:
your wife's nice so you better keep the girls away
from the grits getter
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
Yeah I likes to unzip it, strip it then grip it
To be specific I won't like it, so get the ticket
Flip it like it was a coin, put the loins in the groins
In other words the groins I stretch, now you gets the sketch
You, know I use my mark like the worm on Noah's Ark
But if I happen to see a spark, I umm, parks my bark
Guess I haves to rest my num before the next number to sum
But so I can't slumber or sleep, my shovel's diggin deep
Peep this hick whose name was Vickie
Gettin tricky rather slicky
Her performance showed endurance
She said, "Me like to licky licky"
Body more gracious, or should I say bodacious
Took my order then she sorta served me
like she was a waitress
Never will I say that she was tasteless
Maker of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress
Still enthused, cause I got my cruise on
P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes on
Protection, against infection
Erect projections travels South in your mouth
like a dentist checked in, commence to be intent
She said, "I can't understand you, but damn you like Prince"
I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu
By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu
They also said the way I entered from the center
is adventurous, imprint on you dentures when I bust
or I thrust, Mid-Atlantic, they act like a schitzophrenic
Sometimes they panic like I'm Diggin on a Planet
I don't gotta Beama or a Jetta, ?C-ka-Reama alla netta?
Malik is the sleek grits, getter
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
I would be lyin if I told you I could not
prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie
Humans get picky, and judge it by the thickness
But if it bends your spoon then add some butter with the quickness
I might get a bit smoother, if you move it to a
better, position, that's probably what she wishin
You can add some groovy spices, to give it extra
But my advice is to first let it simmer
Hot, if it's hot then let the pot sit and cool
Cause if you spill your milk, we label you beginner
Humans gotta know, that I keep my bowl, full of grits
Swingin with their daughters while their parents throwin fits
Tellin me to change my diet plan, to bran cereal
Or rice, I tried that twice, it didn't work
In fact, it made my milk kinda sour
Half and half, part creamer, and skeemer
That's why if it's grits then it gotta be organic
Cause if it's artificial, I panic
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
Yo man, what about me man?
? everybody clowns ?
Yo man, just pass your grits down man
(You needs to eat Gerber man)
Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya
A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail ya
daughter or your sister, the younger skins elixir
Kick a cat, but I won't like a cat, I'll figure
I'd rather, play the thigh kisser, sister,
I don't die swift, and yo I'm not a quitter
So umm, let me place my hands upon that waist and trace
my way to the right nip and left nip then sip
Similac, until my Jimmy grows fat, grab my pack of hats
from the back, then flee, to the next block
to knock off socks, yo you know my props
So father, don't bother
Cause once the grits is hot, yo they're good as got
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters

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...
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 starvin'
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, boilin' water, salt in it
House full of brothers and sisters, the pop's missin'
Pillsbury box on the stove in the kitchen
Young shorties in my hood started hustlin'
Packin' bags at the neighbourhood associate
Growin' up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit
I'm too young, no jobs'd hire me legit
You walkin' down the street with ya gun in ya hand
Drinkin, thinkin' 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 takin', stomach achin'
Morning star Reggie makin' go good with the Grits
Now let's take it back for real
when we used to build at ghetto big wheels
with the shoppin' cart wheels, and wood to nail the seat on
Girls skippin' rope in the street
the Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet
Skelly chief, flippin' baseball cards for keeps

Yo Malik Blunt
[B] Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
[B] Man I like ALL KINDS of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
Word, that was trippy
Whassup with you Black Thought man, wassup?
[T] Word, organix, groovy stew grits
with cheese, and mad honey
That ain't nuttin man!
[T] That's the grits that needs cash man!
I like my grits with sugar man
[B] I like them with BUTTER
Sweet and smooth man
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it
I can tell another bout real grits getters
Gettin grits y'all (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another bout real grits getters
(Dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another bout real grits getters
(Dig it, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another bout the grits getter
[Black Thought]
Now me, I'm out to get the grits, more than a little bit
If I said, ";Don't get it Black,"; you know I'd be a hypocrite
Levels often fluctuate to surplus from deficit
Rated with the X, is the X-tra X-plicit grits
I, slides, AND, slips, AND, dives, AND, dips
into it, it being grits that I gets like a quaker
But take the raincoats, for the oats
When you crush trail mix yo, I dig my grits fixed slow
with butter, you slip up in the grits and make em other
Some people call it skins but, grits is the other term
that you gots to learn, to keep up on all the scoop
I get a little ends but, never spends loot
for the wiggle, some immature, kids like to laugh
so they giggle for the grits and, when they get close
they start skitz-in, not this kid, because I switched in
flipped in, changed the position that I hits in-side
I glide, words can't describe, how I move be
like, hittin a doobie, Thought'll get ya groovy, so!
Yo Black, here's a bit of advice:
your wife's nice so you better keep the girls away
from the grits getter
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
* repeat 4X w/ minor variations *
[Malik Blunt]
Yeah I likes to unzip it, strip it then grip it
To be specific I won't like it, so get the ticket
Flip it like it was a coin, put the loins in the groins
In other words the groins I stretch, now you gets the sketch
You, know I use my mark like the worm on Noah's Ark
But if I happen to see a spark, I umm, parks my bark
Guess I haves to rest my num before the next number to sum
But so I can't slumber or sleep, my shovel's diggin deep
Peep this hick whose name was Vickie
Gettin tricky rather slicky
Her performance showed endurance
She said, ";Me like to licky licky";
Body more gracious, or should I say bodacious
Took my order then she sorta served me
like she was a waitress
Never will I say that she was tasteless
Maker of the pastry, so's I calls her pastress
Still enthused, cause I got my cruise on
P-O-L-O blues on, when I choose to move I puts my shoes on
Protection, against infection
Erect projections travels South in your mouth
like a dentist checked in, commence to be intent
She said, ";I can't understand you, but damn you like Prince";
I make it feel like a Zulu, from Honolulu
By the way she roll away like a dog who name was Ubu
They also said the way I entered from the center
is adventurous, imprint on you dentures when I bust
or I thrust, Mid-Atlantic, they act like a schitzophrenic
Sometimes they panic like I'm Diggin on a Planet
I don't gotta Beama or a Jetta, ?C-ka-Reama alla netta?
Malik is the sleek grits, getter
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
* repeat 4X w/ minor variations *
[BROther ?uestion]
I would be lyin if I told you I could not
prepare a fat bowl of sticky, grits for a quickie
Humans get picky, and judge it by the thickness
But if it bends your spoon then add some butter with the quickness
I might get a bit smoother, if you move it to a
better, position, that's probably what she wishin
You can add some groovy spices, to give it extra
But my advice is to first let it simmer
Hot, if it's hot then let the pot sit and cool
Cause if you spill your milk, we label you beginner
Humans gotta know, that I keep my bowl, full of grits
Swingin with their daughters while their parents throwin fits
Tellin me to change my diet plan, to bran cereal
Or rice, I tried that twice, it didn't work
In fact, it made my milk kinda sour
Half and half, part creamer, and skeemer
That's why if it's grits then it gotta be organic
Cause if it's artificial, I panic
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
* repeat 4X w/ minor variations *
Yo man, what about me man?
* everybody clowns *
Yo man, just pass your grits down man
(You needs to eat Gerber man)
[Kid Crumbs]
Who gets the grits, now let me tell ya
A plenty posse bloom from the cellar, to nail ya
daughter or your sister, the younger skins elixir
Kick a cat, but I won't like a cat, I'll figure
I'd rather, play the thigh kisser, sister,
I don't die swift, and yo I'm not a quitter
So umm, let me place my hands upon that waist and trace
my way to the right nip and left nip then sip
Similac, until my Jimmy grows fat, grab my pack of hats
from the back, then flee, to the next block
to knock off socks, yo you know my props
So father, don't bother
Cause once the grits is hot, yo they're good as got
Who gets the grits? (Say what?) Bust it, let a
brother tell another about the real grits getters
(Yeah, the grits getters get the grits y'all)
* repeat 4X w/ minor variations *
* talking to fade *