[Verse 1: MF Grimm]
Some quote scriptures, but parrots quote. 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 ‘cause it’s autocratic
My guns revolve, but some are automatic
Vision beyond the optical needed when living prodigal
Sleep with third eye open or get clipped like a cuticle
Conditional choices stable or critical
“Who lives? Who dies? Who strives?” is so political
Young street champs stripped of belts in pistol title shots
Heavyweight division, K.O.’s, no split decisions
Giuliani referees this hellhole, but he don’t give a
Fuck, so there’s cuts, headbutts, and elbows
Drug 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, plant shit back prehistoric
Roach niggas are morbid from my acid thoughts of boric
Kidnapped, snatched, ran off, no self-extortion
Shit’s Creek, they seek demands of financial portions
Six Million Dollars, nigga, like you’re Steve Austin
‘Cause if they really love you, that’s how much love is costing
Or death will be puzzled. Jigsaw fate, chopped
Up, distributed body parts in different states
Take you to spots that nobody knows
Curiosity grows as you decompose
Some quote scriptures, but parrots quote. 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 ‘cause it’s autocratic
My guns revolve, but some are automatic
Vision beyond the optical needed when living prodigal
Sleep with third eye open or get clipped like a cuticle
Conditional choices stable or critical
“Who lives? Who dies? Who strives?” is so political
Young street champs stripped of belts in pistol title shots
Heavyweight division, K.O.’s, no split decisions
Giuliani referees this hellhole, but he don’t give a
Fuck, so there’s cuts, headbutts, and elbows
Drug 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, plant shit back prehistoric
Roach niggas are morbid from my acid thoughts of boric
Kidnapped, snatched, ran off, no self-extortion
Shit’s Creek, they seek demands of financial portions
Six Million Dollars, nigga, like you’re Steve Austin
‘Cause if they really love you, that’s how much love is costing
Or death will be puzzled. Jigsaw fate, chopped
Up, distributed body parts in different states
Take you to spots that nobody knows
Curiosity grows as you decompose
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