The Harlem native, JR Writer’s, one-on-one demeanor is quite introverted, his
on-camera and stage presence resemble nothing of the same. JR Writer’s flow
quickly grabs the attention of any listener and his cleaver lyrics exude a sort
of surprising confidence. He has made appearances on underground mixtapes with
the Diplomats on songs like “Shake” with Cam’ron but this time around he gets an
entire track to confirm his ill lyrical skills. His tracks on the Diplomats
second LP Diplomatic Immunity 2 gives the spotlight to JR Writer as he secures
his spot as a member of the Diplomats with the poise of a first-round draft pick.
JR Writer brings a strong, silent-type, personality to the Diplomats, which
leaves plenty of room for true lyrical maximizing.
Grill em
J.R. Writer Lyrics
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Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em
Grill em, grill em, don't stop
This that get em sound, this that get it down (down)
This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no)
This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown
[Verse 1]
This that hard for real, off the charts my nillz
Soon as you get to the lot ock (what) start to grill
Show that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel
Scared a clown stare em down while the nigga park his wheels (do it)
Then head to the club to show em you a party wrecker (wrecker)
Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra (charge me extra)
But next minute he letting in a mob of heffers (what)
And wanna give you a hastle at that Don detecter
Search and pat ya where, like a fag and queer (queer)
Give that fag a stare have that little cracker scared (scared)
If he talking bout you can't wear ya hat in here
And that shit match ya gear (grill em, grill em)
This aint made for playas in the club waving paper (nope)
This is for those stone cold playa haters
Who just playa hate, spot the spot, place the place
And quick to lay a scrape or scuff in ya bathing apes (ohh)
See I be on my D-I-P
Cut you off while you dancing with that P-Y-T (come here)
Grill a bartender cause he wanna see I.D.
And they won't let you in that damn V.I.P. Grill em
[Hook]
This that get em sound, this that get it down (down)
This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no)
This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck
Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em
Grill em, grill em, don't stop
[Verse 2]
This that mobster shit (right) this Tupacalypse (right)
This that get in the club bub and pop some shit (huh)
This that I'm here right yeah watch ya bitch
He got, I aint got, hate on em cause he rockin it
What this nigga think (grill em) we don't feel this chimp (grill em)
I don't feel this chimp (grill em) we got bigger nth's (grill em)
(Grill em, grill em) if he dipped in mink (what)
We goin wild and push the crowd till he spill his drink (do it)
Relax you better scrap (scrap) look I keep the piece (uhh huh)
We ain't tryin to keep the peace you can go ahead with that (go head)
We got desserts macs that'll leave you dead and flat
Fat to skinny, small to tall, dogs Spud Webber Shaq (whatever)
Act and get stupid, scrappy lets do it
Hands up if the DJ put the scratch to ya music
Erratic and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo
Go low and throw bows faster than Cupid (hey)
That's what a thug about (bout) that's what thuggin bout (bout)
So that slouch you's a bad mother (shut your mouth)
They thought it was over till you let the bluccas sprout
Clapped a few slugs for shouts after the club get out
[Hook]
In J.R. Writer's song "Grill Em," he encourages listeners to confront and intimidate those who try to disrespect or hinder them. The chorus repeats the words "grill em" as a call to action. J.R. Writer sets the tone by describing situations where one might encounter opposition, such as at the club or in the parking lot, and emphasizes the need to assert oneself in those moments.
The lyrics also reference the pick-up artist scene, where J.R. Writer suggests that men should not be afraid to talk to women and should not let others dictate their behavior. This theme of individual empowerment is a recurring one in hip-hop music, which often seeks to empower marginalized communities.
The second verse of the song is more aggressive, with J.R. Writer asserting that he is a "mobster" and describing violent scenarios where someone might need to use a gun. While this type of imagery can be off-putting, it is important to remember that hip-hop often uses hyperbole and metaphor to craft its stories.
Overall, "Grill Em" is a bouncy and confrontational song that encourages listeners to stand up for themselves and not let others push them around.
Line by Line Meaning
Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em)
Keep grilling the haters, don't stop
This that get em sound, this that get it down (down)
This is the music that pumps you up and makes you want to take action
This that two step we don't shake or spin around (no)
We don't dance, we two-step and stay focused on our target
This that pick a clown size em up try ya luck
We're sizing up the people we don't like and taking our chances
Playa hate, grill em down, let me see you twist ya frown
We're taking down the haters and making them regret their actions
This that hard for real, off the charts my nillz
This is real and intense, not for the faint of heart
Soon as you get to the lot ock (what) start to grill
As soon as you arrive, start confronting and intimidating people
Show that mark a deal and you got the heart of steel
Show off your strength and determination to those who doubt you
Scared a clown stare em down while the nigga park his wheels (do it)
Scare off those who are weaker than you just by giving them a dirty look
Then head to the club to show em you a party wrecker (wrecker)
Go to the club and intimidate people to show them who's in charge
Grill the bouncer cause he tryin to charge you extra (charge me extra)
Confront the bouncer for trying to overcharge you
This aint made for playas in the club waving paper (nope)
This isn't for people who are just trying to show off money in the club
This is for those stone cold playa haters
This is for those who hate on others for no reason
See I be on my D-I-P
I'm always on the lookout for haters and ready to confront them
Grill a bartender cause he wanna see I.D.
Confront the bartender for asking for your identification
And they won't let you in that damn V.I.P. Grill em
Intimidate the VIP staff for not letting you in
This that mobster shit (right) this Tupacalypse (right)
This is intense and reminiscent of old-school Tupac music
This that get in the club bub and pop some shit (huh)
This is the kind of music that makes you want to show off and get confrontational
What this nigga think (grill em) we don't feel this chimp (grill em)
We're not afraid to intimidate those who think we're weak
We got desserts macs that'll leave you dead and flat
We have dangerous weapons that can kill you
Hands up if the DJ put the scratch to ya music
Raise your hands if the DJ is playing good music that pumps you up
Erratic and lose it (lose it) ohh no whoa yo
We're getting crazy and unpredictable, which can be dangerous for those around us
Act and get stupid, scrappy lets do it
Let's get into fights and do stupid things
They thought it was over till you let the bluccas sprout
People thought we were done until we showed our strength and power
Clapped a few slugs for shouts after the club get out
We shot a few bullets to make a statement after leaving the club
Contributed by Penelope D. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@derricktaylor2888
It's a damn shame JR doesn't own the rights to his music so he can post his greatest hits and records on streaming platforms. Mid 2000's GOAT.
@toraw4tv1
That’s redic yo smh fucc da industry
@WilliamCooper-pz7og
😊😊😊😊
@leintz1989
High school throwback. Still heat 🔥🔥
@whodatcall
Middle school for me
@TonyBucks585
Middle school for me , Fresh Jays niggas you to be fresh, Listening spraying cologne hoes was on me
@Unknown-Unknown.
2006 - 10th Grade 🙌🏽
@knikkaknikk86
Right. Best years of my life.
@ashc8213
Yess highschool days!
@jumpmanjohn2904
2021 and still bumping 🔥🔥🔥