[Verse 1: MF Grimm]
Some quote scriptures or [?]
Grimm scriptures are made from scratch, my mind floats
And I got war scars, war scrapes from war skits
Rhymes souped up like lentil to show my mental is not accidental
My world revolves, causes autocratic
My guns revolve, but some are automatic
Vision beyond the optical needed, we're living prodigal
Sleep with third eye open or get
Clipped like a cuticle
Conditional choices
Stable, critical
Who lives who dies, who strives, it's so political
Young street camp stripped of belts and pistol title shots
Heavy-weight division, KO's, no split decisions
Giuliani [??] this hellhole
But he don't give a fuck so
There's cuts, headbutts and elbows
Drugs sweeps, bullets fly, bloods splot blotches
Thugs creep, niggas died, tortured held hostage
Actions, brutal, beyond belief but authentic
Rhymes, genuine thoughts are, anti-synthetic
Attempt to get Jurassic, clench your back prehistoric
Roach niggas are more [?]
Kidnapped, snatched, ran off, no self extortion
Shit's Creek, they seek demand of financial portions
6 million dollars, nigga, like you Steve Austin
Cause if they really love you, thats how much love is costing
Or death will be puzzled, jigsaw fate
Chopped up, distributed, body parts, different states
Take you to spots that nobody knows
Curiosity grows, as you decompose
[Verse 2: Megalon]
Lord have mercy, Percy
[?], but don't curse me
6 million ways to die, but none of them can hurt me
Aw fuck!
I'm stuck in the desert and I'm thirsty
Calling Black Jesus , "Help! Red Devils disturbing me!"
But I'ma rise, Look into my eyes
It's hard to survive when your mother and father dies
Try suicide but all you do is cry
Wrist bleeding
Who do I believe in?
Looking through Satan's eyes I start hating God for no reason
Why do I feel this way?
Everyday living in darkness, I never ever seen the bright of day
I hide away from the sun and come out at night
Squeeze, squeeze the steel tight, cause if it ain't real,it ain't right
Now I'm up to no good
Big shorty from the hood
Almost died twice but I don't think that I could
Last 5 years, did 5 bids
I hope I don't have to do a 25 to life bid
Gotta live, gotta feel the braille, locked in jail
Cut a nigga throat to get a cell
Black doom, Black doom
Getting it done in a room
Selling crack boom, crack boom, from the sun to the moon
[Verse 3: MF DOOM]
Big up, the jig is up, swigg up
Chop a nigga up, but first have him schedule a pick up
If you ask me
They all a bunch of sick pups
Always seem to repeat the same stuff like hiccups
Nowadays the games all bugged out
Folding like back when Hammer tried to come thugged out
Stop it, he pulled files like Coppit
Out from under the feet of the clowns that pop shit
Nasty like spit the verse and go gargle
Don't fit no type of profile, Psychological
Any last words, times up like [?]
The super villain run 'em like Ham Burglar, "robble robble!"
Another one ask 'em, "Could I hold the microphone?"
He said, "Sorry my brother, you gots to get your own!"
Set the tone, even though, he's already known
When he get the rock he rock on like Shep Pettibone
On the down stroke, "Good day, townsfolk!
Thank you for your vote, and you all get a pound of smoke!"
The dro, soon to blow, don't make him wait till noon to know:
The villain been doing flows since many many moon ago
