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MF, special herbs, fingers in the spice rack |
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A little bit of my love, sprinkled into gingerbread |
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I wonder, American Hunger gotta feed feds |
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Do bids, CO's searching under bed |
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MF worldwide, see no Carson Daly |
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I'm the original, researching like Alex Haley |
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All's well in Hell, listen GM Grimm's fairy tale |
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Get slick rewrite, script turn horror flick |
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But murder scene for the police, we gonna edit it |
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Bloody screams, violence, all seen in 3D |
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Loud dreams, silent screams, slash mic and vocal chords |
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Execute hype man, now you gotta eat alone |
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I pass, cause Grimm is on a fast |
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You're a charmer but your armor shatter like glass |
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Being me ain't easy, it's a difficult task |
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If you look through my eyes, you'll rip 'em out your head |
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I had fair warning about the streets, I didn't heed it |
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Fuck God, going to Heaven I didn't need it |
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Devil by nature in my heart I really knew it |
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Started a war up in Heaven and I blew it |
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Not good with taking orders, so I took the dare route |
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But ended up getting aired out |
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I give props because it was a fair bout |
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I give props because it was a fair bout |
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Now I'm trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators |
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That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator |
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Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators |
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That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator |
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Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators |
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That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator |
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Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators |
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That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator |
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Perc is cursed, you hear it in hiss |
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Voodoo doll, sticking pins in an iPod |
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Pulling strings in industry, watching puppets dance |
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Niggas I burnt, watch 'em turn to the man |
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Time flies when alive, quickly turn OG |
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But niggas still can't fuck with me |
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I don't tour, so when you see me you see me |
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No radio and I'm never on the TV |
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Still get dough, music's a drug, I move weight |
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Mad is the flow so wack niggas hate |
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My heart got cold but my mind spit heat |
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The world's on my shoulder but I'm not on my feet |
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Chariots of fire, gunshots from the wheelchair |
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Nigga I'll leave you there |
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Emcees are counterfeit, three dollar bill shit |
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Some have gimmicks, others you just feel shit |
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All in they lyrics, others be bullshit |
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You know what, fuck them (Yeah fuck them man) |
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I'm tired of talking about these niggas |
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Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators |
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Time gap, three years, better do your homework |
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Not a stranger to murder, seen many niggas die |
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Exterminate my life, so many tried |
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Black Nikes, white stripe, drink grape Kool-Aid |
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To be an MF, you're donned by me |
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MF Grimm, real name Percy |
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C-E-O, last name Carey |
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My boys are the white noise, my crew is scary |
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Day By Day Distribution got it on the smash |
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Those who challenge get knocked on they ass |
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Grab niggas with my mind, across the room get flung |
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Mastered styles of Wing Chun |
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You can be the best, I'm trying to feed my family |
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Plus I'm paranoid, please don't fuck with me |
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I'll kill you, straight up, this is reality |
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This ain't a made up urban documentary |
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I thank the creator for the woman who was sent to me |
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My life, my legs, didn't know what they meant to me |
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Until I had to lose them both and regain them |
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Spirits all around me I try to explain to 'em |
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Go ahead and put the back |
