Song | Crumb Snatchers |
Artist | MF Grimm |
Album | Scars & Memories |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Carey, Gonzo | |
Yo, check this out | |
All you fake ass, party ass niggaz out there | |
That keep biting my man's shit | |
We gonna keep it real for the 94 | |
Monsta Island aight | |
All you bitch ass niggaz, get the fuck out of Monsta Island aight | |
Yo Grimm, set that shit off like this | |
[Grimm, Verse 1] | |
I can either help or kill like radiation | |
Imitate Kuwait, in the motherfucking train station | |
Mutilate like Charles Manson | |
I'm cuttin bitches and I'm givin 'em stitches like Marla Hanson | |
Come and test me from Brooklyn to Bahamas | |
Battle the best and digest like Jeffrey Dahmer | |
Mad motherfuckers murder military methods | |
Priest of death, pass my blessings with the Smith & Wesson | |
Punk ass rappers, I'm stickin up | |
Straight wicked(?) rush, terror stricken cause you're butt(?) | |
I hang with CM, Kurious George, and ?? | |
In the streets I have a rep for pullin spirits out of bodies | |
I show no fear, I'm not giving in | |
So change your address, cause you're living in oblivion | |
Emperor of evil, impress my competition | |
'Till my last breath, the best destroy recognition | |
Death's the definition, rappers' fame is reduced | |
They're scared I'm loose, and now they wanna call a truce | |
They hate it, I made it, they waited | |
And hesitated, but now their brains invaded | |
Anger been in this(?), you're hearing this | |
You're fearing this, ass I'm tearin' this(?) | |
You get dissed, so you're pissed | |
Cause ass I kick, always get last licks | |
The money devil of ??, all I roll is 666 | |
Musical mace, eyes puffy like a ?? | |
Disgrace crews of two, and make 'em break up like dirt base(?) | |
I cause disasters, I am the master | |
Turning little bastards into fucking Casper | |
So put your name on a tombstone | |
Cause when you try to kill me, I refuse to die alone | |
[Chorus] | |
A lot of niggaz wanna be me, but they can't be ( but why?) | |
Because there's only one ?? | |
Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
What they tryna snatch kid? (Crumbs) | |
Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
What they tryna snatch kid? (Crumbs) | |
[Verse 2] | |
Violence, plus intellectual analysis equal military thoughts | |
Fights with other thoughts is my favorite sport(?) | |
Quantities of entities enter me evilly | |
He who's dumb enough to battle me, not drastically, and has to be | |
In the world of fabrication, demonstrations of confrontations commence annihilation | |
Let's pretend we're both guns, and make this shit erratic | |
I'll be the revolver, you can play the automatic | |
Automatic flip scripts, revolver show loyalty | |
Each gun is die able, but only one's reliable | |
You shoot fast, but in the end you jam | |
Then I click back, and turn your brains into spam | |
Grimm is the man and I demand my recognition | |
Even if I have to blow your ass to spiritual submission | |
I heard somewhere niggaz is scared of revolution | |
Revolute against the Reaper, and get pulled from evolution | |
I was shot a few times, and I died, and ?? | |
Now I got beyond life, and attack the supernatural | |
Seven shots fired, seven shots went in me | |
Grimm was Jesus Christ, and to the concrete cause the pinned me | |
A lot of hardcore niggaz, I just figure they're imposters | |
Rapper's war games, and Grimm's brain name is Joshua (?) | |
So if you want to battle then I gotta say | |
The only winning move against Grimm Reap is not to play | |
[Chorus] | |
[Verse 3] | |
As I follow Apollo, gotta prophecy in music | |
So up the raising sun, and transform it into poetry | |
Stalking the shadows of the human mind | |
And leaving weary niggaz better fear me when they hear my eerie theories | |
On the rap scene, me you can't compare | |
Punks like to stare, but they wouldn't dare | |
I'm givin niggaz nightmares on the streets of Elm | |
Step into oblivion as you enter my realm | |
I turn "boom bap" into "boom bip" | |
My mind's on reverse shit, so you can call me Mxyzptlk | |
Quantum lethal universe is different time and places | |
Surrounded by an oasis of dead faces | |
Will I die in a peaceful way, or go all out like Carlito's Way? | |
Fuck it, gotta live Day By Day | |
Peace to my nigga by the name of J | |
Styles automatic, with skills of Eddie Futch | |
Stick shift rhymes, I burn 'em out like a clutch | |
Primitive rappers ass kick or they either(?) spark | |
Cause you're a dinosaur, sent to a Jurassic park | |
The Reaper's rude, drop your ass to your knees | |
If death was food, I'll be handing out free cheese | |
Sit back, relax, smoke some scama | |
Niggaz screamin battle, but they brain have no armor | |
En garde, grab the mic and take your fighting stances | |
Like they take chances, we can battle for advances | |
(Fuck this wheelchair) I'm in a wheelchair, but still makin money | |
Cause I got my murder buddies wearin hoodies, who get bloody | |
The rap Boba Fett, if you rhyme then I want ya | |
Mental bounty hunter, of hardcore fronters | |
Some sleep on the Reap, like I'm not nice | |
But I don't freestyle, cause my style cost a price | |
Tiny temptations of termination, no hesitation | |
Retaliation to all imitation, creations was making duplications of my innovations | |
So whatcha want niggaz? Bring it on (Bring it on) | |
I'll blow you out the sky like Captain Kirk do the motherfuckin Klingons | |
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
Graze ya with a razor, watch ya jugular bust | |
Grimm is the one that flew the cuckoo's nest | |
"Fuck the world" is written on my chest | |
[Chorus] | |
[Grimm talking] | |
I represent Monsta Island (Ya don't stop) | |
I represent Monsta Island (Ya don't stop) | |
Big Vito's in the motherfuckin house | |
Punks in the motherfuckin house | |
Ya don't stop | |
Bring it on niggaz | |
East coast to West | |
Grimm Reaper is the best |
zuo qu : Carey, Gonzo | |
Yo, check this out | |
All you fake ass, party ass niggaz out there | |
That keep biting my man' s shit | |
We gonna keep it real for the 94 | |
Monsta Island aight | |
All you bitch ass niggaz, get the fuck out of Monsta Island aight | |
Yo Grimm, set that shit off like this | |
Grimm, Verse 1 | |
I can either help or kill like radiation | |
Imitate Kuwait, in the motherfucking train station | |
Mutilate like Charles Manson | |
I' m cuttin bitches and I' m givin ' em stitches like Marla Hanson | |
Come and test me from Brooklyn to Bahamas | |
Battle the best and digest like Jeffrey Dahmer | |
Mad motherfuckers murder military methods | |
Priest of death, pass my blessings with the Smith Wesson | |
Punk ass rappers, I' m stickin up | |
Straight wicked? rush, terror stricken cause you' re butt? | |
I hang with CM, Kurious George, and nbsp?? | |
In the streets I have a rep for pullin spirits out of bodies | |
I show no fear, I' m not giving in | |
So change your address, cause you' re living in oblivion | |
Emperor of evil, impress my competition | |
' Till my last breath, the best destroy recognition | |
Death' s the definition, rappers' fame is reduced | |
They' re scared I' m loose, and now they wanna call a truce | |
They hate it, I made it, they waited | |
And hesitated, but now their brains invaded | |
Anger been in this?, you' re hearing this | |
You' re fearing this, ass I' m tearin' this? | |
You get dissed, so you' re pissed | |
Cause ass I kick, always get last licks | |
The money devil of nbsp??, all I roll is 666 | |
Musical mace, eyes puffy like a nbsp?? | |
Disgrace crews of two, and make ' em break up like dirt base? | |
I cause disasters, I am the master | |
Turning little bastards into fucking Casper | |
So put your name on a tombstone | |
Cause when you try to kill me, I refuse to die alone | |
Chorus | |
A lot of niggaz wanna be me, but they can' t be but why? | |
Because there' s only one nbsp?? | |
Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
What they tryna snatch kid? Crumbs | |
Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
What they tryna snatch kid? Crumbs | |
Verse 2 | |
Violence, plus intellectual analysis equal military thoughts | |
Fights with other thoughts is my favorite sport? | |
Quantities of entities enter me evilly | |
He who' s dumb enough to battle me, not drastically, and has to be | |
In the world of fabrication, demonstrations of confrontations commence annihilation | |
Let' s pretend we' re both guns, and make this shit erratic | |
I' ll be the revolver, you can play the automatic | |
Automatic flip scripts, revolver show loyalty | |
Each gun is die able, but only one' s reliable | |
You shoot fast, but in the end you jam | |
Then I click back, and turn your brains into spam | |
Grimm is the man and I demand my recognition | |
Even if I have to blow your ass to spiritual submission | |
I heard somewhere niggaz is scared of revolution | |
Revolute against the Reaper, and get pulled from evolution | |
I was shot a few times, and I died, and nbsp?? | |
Now I got beyond life, and attack the supernatural | |
Seven shots fired, seven shots went in me | |
Grimm was Jesus Christ, and to the concrete cause the pinned me | |
A lot of hardcore niggaz, I just figure they' re imposters | |
Rapper' s war games, and Grimm' s brain name is Joshua ? | |
So if you want to battle then I gotta say | |
The only winning move against Grimm Reap is not to play | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
As I follow Apollo, gotta prophecy in music | |
So up the raising sun, and transform it into poetry | |
Stalking the shadows of the human mind | |
And leaving weary niggaz better fear me when they hear my eerie theories | |
On the rap scene, me you can' t compare | |
Punks like to stare, but they wouldn' t dare | |
I' m givin niggaz nightmares on the streets of Elm | |
Step into oblivion as you enter my realm | |
I turn " boom bap" into " boom bip" | |
My mind' s on reverse shit, so you can call me Mxyzptlk | |
Quantum lethal universe is different time and places | |
Surrounded by an oasis of dead faces | |
Will I die in a peaceful way, or go all out like Carlito' s Way? | |
Fuck it, gotta live Day By Day | |
Peace to my nigga by the name of J | |
Styles automatic, with skills of Eddie Futch | |
Stick shift rhymes, I burn ' em out like a clutch | |
Primitive rappers ass kick or they either? spark | |
Cause you' re a dinosaur, sent to a Jurassic park | |
The Reaper' s rude, drop your ass to your knees | |
If death was food, I' ll be handing out free cheese | |
Sit back, relax, smoke some scama | |
Niggaz screamin battle, but they brain have no armor | |
En garde, grab the mic and take your fighting stances | |
Like they take chances, we can battle for advances | |
Fuck this wheelchair I' m in a wheelchair, but still makin money | |
Cause I got my murder buddies wearin hoodies, who get bloody | |
The rap Boba Fett, if you rhyme then I want ya | |
Mental bounty hunter, of hardcore fronters | |
Some sleep on the Reap, like I' m not nice | |
But I don' t freestyle, cause my style cost a price | |
Tiny temptations of termination, no hesitation | |
Retaliation to all imitation, creations was making duplications of my innovations | |
So whatcha want niggaz? Bring it on Bring it on | |
I' ll blow you out the sky like Captain Kirk do the motherfuckin Klingons | |
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
Graze ya with a razor, watch ya jugular bust | |
Grimm is the one that flew the cuckoo' s nest | |
" Fuck the world" is written on my chest | |
Chorus | |
Grimm talking | |
I represent Monsta Island Ya don' t stop | |
I represent Monsta Island Ya don' t stop | |
Big Vito' s in the motherfuckin house | |
Punks in the motherfuckin house | |
Ya don' t stop | |
Bring it on niggaz | |
East coast to West | |
Grimm Reaper is the best |
zuò qǔ : Carey, Gonzo | |
Yo, check this out | |
All you fake ass, party ass niggaz out there | |
That keep biting my man' s shit | |
We gonna keep it real for the 94 | |
Monsta Island aight | |
All you bitch ass niggaz, get the fuck out of Monsta Island aight | |
Yo Grimm, set that shit off like this | |
Grimm, Verse 1 | |
I can either help or kill like radiation | |
Imitate Kuwait, in the motherfucking train station | |
Mutilate like Charles Manson | |
I' m cuttin bitches and I' m givin ' em stitches like Marla Hanson | |
Come and test me from Brooklyn to Bahamas | |
Battle the best and digest like Jeffrey Dahmer | |
Mad motherfuckers murder military methods | |
Priest of death, pass my blessings with the Smith Wesson | |
Punk ass rappers, I' m stickin up | |
Straight wicked? rush, terror stricken cause you' re butt? | |
I hang with CM, Kurious George, and nbsp?? | |
In the streets I have a rep for pullin spirits out of bodies | |
I show no fear, I' m not giving in | |
So change your address, cause you' re living in oblivion | |
Emperor of evil, impress my competition | |
' Till my last breath, the best destroy recognition | |
Death' s the definition, rappers' fame is reduced | |
They' re scared I' m loose, and now they wanna call a truce | |
They hate it, I made it, they waited | |
And hesitated, but now their brains invaded | |
Anger been in this?, you' re hearing this | |
You' re fearing this, ass I' m tearin' this? | |
You get dissed, so you' re pissed | |
Cause ass I kick, always get last licks | |
The money devil of nbsp??, all I roll is 666 | |
Musical mace, eyes puffy like a nbsp?? | |
Disgrace crews of two, and make ' em break up like dirt base? | |
I cause disasters, I am the master | |
Turning little bastards into fucking Casper | |
So put your name on a tombstone | |
Cause when you try to kill me, I refuse to die alone | |
Chorus | |
A lot of niggaz wanna be me, but they can' t be but why? | |
Because there' s only one nbsp?? | |
Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
What they tryna snatch kid? Crumbs | |
Frontin like they all that, but they just bums | |
What they tryna snatch kid? Crumbs | |
Verse 2 | |
Violence, plus intellectual analysis equal military thoughts | |
Fights with other thoughts is my favorite sport? | |
Quantities of entities enter me evilly | |
He who' s dumb enough to battle me, not drastically, and has to be | |
In the world of fabrication, demonstrations of confrontations commence annihilation | |
Let' s pretend we' re both guns, and make this shit erratic | |
I' ll be the revolver, you can play the automatic | |
Automatic flip scripts, revolver show loyalty | |
Each gun is die able, but only one' s reliable | |
You shoot fast, but in the end you jam | |
Then I click back, and turn your brains into spam | |
Grimm is the man and I demand my recognition | |
Even if I have to blow your ass to spiritual submission | |
I heard somewhere niggaz is scared of revolution | |
Revolute against the Reaper, and get pulled from evolution | |
I was shot a few times, and I died, and nbsp?? | |
Now I got beyond life, and attack the supernatural | |
Seven shots fired, seven shots went in me | |
Grimm was Jesus Christ, and to the concrete cause the pinned me | |
A lot of hardcore niggaz, I just figure they' re imposters | |
Rapper' s war games, and Grimm' s brain name is Joshua ? | |
So if you want to battle then I gotta say | |
The only winning move against Grimm Reap is not to play | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3 | |
As I follow Apollo, gotta prophecy in music | |
So up the raising sun, and transform it into poetry | |
Stalking the shadows of the human mind | |
And leaving weary niggaz better fear me when they hear my eerie theories | |
On the rap scene, me you can' t compare | |
Punks like to stare, but they wouldn' t dare | |
I' m givin niggaz nightmares on the streets of Elm | |
Step into oblivion as you enter my realm | |
I turn " boom bap" into " boom bip" | |
My mind' s on reverse shit, so you can call me Mxyzptlk | |
Quantum lethal universe is different time and places | |
Surrounded by an oasis of dead faces | |
Will I die in a peaceful way, or go all out like Carlito' s Way? | |
Fuck it, gotta live Day By Day | |
Peace to my nigga by the name of J | |
Styles automatic, with skills of Eddie Futch | |
Stick shift rhymes, I burn ' em out like a clutch | |
Primitive rappers ass kick or they either? spark | |
Cause you' re a dinosaur, sent to a Jurassic park | |
The Reaper' s rude, drop your ass to your knees | |
If death was food, I' ll be handing out free cheese | |
Sit back, relax, smoke some scama | |
Niggaz screamin battle, but they brain have no armor | |
En garde, grab the mic and take your fighting stances | |
Like they take chances, we can battle for advances | |
Fuck this wheelchair I' m in a wheelchair, but still makin money | |
Cause I got my murder buddies wearin hoodies, who get bloody | |
The rap Boba Fett, if you rhyme then I want ya | |
Mental bounty hunter, of hardcore fronters | |
Some sleep on the Reap, like I' m not nice | |
But I don' t freestyle, cause my style cost a price | |
Tiny temptations of termination, no hesitation | |
Retaliation to all imitation, creations was making duplications of my innovations | |
So whatcha want niggaz? Bring it on Bring it on | |
I' ll blow you out the sky like Captain Kirk do the motherfuckin Klingons | |
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust | |
Graze ya with a razor, watch ya jugular bust | |
Grimm is the one that flew the cuckoo' s nest | |
" Fuck the world" is written on my chest | |
Chorus | |
Grimm talking | |
I represent Monsta Island Ya don' t stop | |
I represent Monsta Island Ya don' t stop | |
Big Vito' s in the motherfuckin house | |
Punks in the motherfuckin house | |
Ya don' t stop | |
Bring it on niggaz | |
East coast to West | |
Grimm Reaper is the best |