Natty Dread like Bob so rock steady With no spaghetti with meat sauce Maybe salads with one toss No bread of the sorrow 'cause afraid to see tommorow It's religion, never suspicious You're too delicious for the tongue See, the lungs breathe a natural high Just like the shirts that's so lovely So ask Marco Polo and I never go solo Because I roll with the crew that keep the funk flows That make ya dance until the sisters take glance I hope you find romance... try your luck, take a chance 'Til I enter, like the Milton Plaza, I'm the center Of it all, the fuckin' prince of the ball Standin' six feet tall, that's a long way to fall But not worried 'cause my vision ain't blurried The I'n'I is hotter than the spice and curry So don't stress the father or you might feel the fury [Verse 2: Grap Luva] So check the situation, a raw deal is what we're facin' Bust the flavors of the rules they mandate The climate gets hotter as the city gets smaller, more squalors A million and one cats, they tryin' to earn top dollar Half that mill, they straight out to kill Uncultivated and destined to act real ill Black let up in the things of five boroughs of pain Only reason why the east and the west it ain't the same I'm twenty-somethin' years of age And life surely ain't about hand-outs, so I lays my plan out Hard work is levicated to an art called survival Consider Jah's lesson from conception to arrival Now that I'm here, my fears shall decrease Learnin' about life, makin' my way to the east From four square yard struggler The G's on time, yo God, hit me with that rhyme [Verse 3: Rob-O] In-tro-ducin the R to the O-B-O You didn't know, I witness ya thoughts, I'm Rob Odindo But your intentions confuse me on the surface Ya nervous, because you lack a purpose Check it, thought about it, much much later Should've kept it real, would've been much greater But, you got in it like a pussy, in fact Bein' pussy kept your wack ass back Now, in '95 to 2000 Rob is on some next shit Game tight, yeah in ya heart, you know it ain't right Ascension among the ranks I'm givin' thanks to the most high for plantin' me firm Upon this world that's forever changin' The conflict that I'm engagin' The constant riff and miscommunication Imagine that, me take the weight for some next kid short Yo, it's a Grown Man Sport [Hook: InI & Pete Rock] Yeah yeah like that Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa It's a Grown Man Sport, yeah Laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa It's a Grown Man Sport, come on Laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa It's a Grown Man Sport Lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa This here is a Grown Man Sport [Verse 4: Mekolicious] Hold it... suppose it was me speakin' on tapes To create a lifestyle to marinate Different latitudes search cocaine to food Excuse my move to bliss, eternal stress in fits I see the same in many Penny thoughts 'cause plenty thought I wasn't ready and willin' Now I'm blowin' through the ceilin' Go real only when a nigga make me any noise So figure, the first letter supports the sport [Verse 5: Marco Polo] Enfin Séraphin Pieds fins InI, les nouveaux prophètes de la scène mondiale Oui, que voulez vous faire nous tester ? Je ne crois pas Pense à deux fois mon frère et ce Grown Man Sport Qui veut dire c'est pas chouette dans mon livre là InI est ici pour vivre toujours Je prie le grand maître Selassie roi des rois chaque soir Alors.. [Outro: InI & Pete Rock] Laalalaaaaalalalaaaaaaaa It's a Grown Man Sport, yeah Laalalaaalalaaaalaalaalaaaaaaaa It's a Grown Man Sport, come on Laalalaaaaaaaalalalaaaaaaaaa It's a Grown Man Sport Lalalaaaaalalaaaalalalaaaaaa Yeah it's a Grown Man Sport Like that This one goin' out dedicate this one to the almighty god Rastafari Selassie InI as we come of for 95 96 Ya live, respect