[Intro: Poetic]
Yo, huh
Yuh, rah
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1: Poetic]
Yo, I got stress on my brain, it causes chest pains
Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
And drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house
It's like living in a war walking through shootouts
And you doubt God exists
When hard fists be pounding on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter seconds after that you fade out
You're played out, you're laid out, your heart nearly gave out
You're lucky that you made out
With just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets [*sniff*] let you breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
Of Universal Law, I'm calling on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the 'Art of War', kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And 24 hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
Throwing fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to cell such as Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave are not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writing your own shit
'Cause I stick figures that think they phat and can't rap one blast
I make 'em Slim Fast, looking like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroners
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks and tiers
Escape out of your ducts every time you hear my name you better duck fate
Or catch a fucking face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that slipped off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey
Yo, huh
Yuh, rah
Yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1: Poetic]
Yo, I got stress on my brain, it causes chest pains
Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
And drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house
It's like living in a war walking through shootouts
And you doubt God exists
When hard fists be pounding on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter seconds after that you fade out
You're played out, you're laid out, your heart nearly gave out
You're lucky that you made out
With just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets [*sniff*] let you breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
Of Universal Law, I'm calling on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the 'Art of War', kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And 24 hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
Throwing fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to cell such as Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave are not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writing your own shit
'Cause I stick figures that think they phat and can't rap one blast
I make 'em Slim Fast, looking like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroners
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks and tiers
Escape out of your ducts every time you hear my name you better duck fate
Or catch a fucking face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that slipped off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey
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