Do It For The Kids - MF Grimm

Goin’out to my nigga Rob Swift

For having faith in me

I’m a show niggaz East Coast is back

And all that other shit is gay

I represent for Manhattan

Time to set it Tech 9 dreams, and mack (a lever) wishes

in for red is beaming on the target makin’sure there is no missing

Your funeral you know who’s blowing kisses at your widow

It sounds fucked up but your widow’s doing dildo (ghetto)

You and me and your death she didn’t dwell

You’re living up in heaven but I know you’re mad as hell

No one knows I killed you except you

(Whispering) But we all know that dead men can’t tell sh…

Homicides in the dark kid trace the bullet pick up the shell

Doctor laid out your fuckin head

Shakin’gates in heaven because she’s fucking me Swingin’on God cause you need???

to get to me Your spirit ain’t shit to me kid step to me Your history goes (bust the ass) kickin’victory

When it come to hardcore I am (epithomy)

of evil, so don’t pull stucks like (cannival?)

I bring storm

Violence in the belly of the beast won’t cease

I packed the piece at least, this world permanently crissed?

Far from weak, not too many better

Hardcore is colored black but that shines like packed leather

Food for thought, hush, eat my words, reads your mind

MCs engraved in grapes I crush the wine

A deadly breed no fag and bad seeds

You’ll never forget me like the jews will never forget Hitler’s bad deeds

Braincells are blown like a bike tire

Ignites escape the mental hell I’m runnin’through the verbal fire

I wonder if friends will see me at my best

But I lost a lot of friends of violent crimes in the process

My attitude’s (I miss) I like drama

Forget about my crimes I smoke a lot of scammer

I have few things to live for but even more to die for

My niggaz out the street is what I strive for

To die unheard, I won’t grant it Six feet under this planet, unknown I can’t stand it Platinum don’t mean shit

When you’ve perpetrated someone else’s lifes

And their life ain’t legit

And how we livin?

we livin day by day

Ain’t no tellin’on earth how long you get to stay

Microphone friction with diction in speakers

Called feedback

?

be black when you attack

Or repeat hear the words I speak

Weak beat, strong vocals

No question the beats, delete

Grimm’s voice is elite,

Everyone loves a winner but what happens when the winner meets defeat?

Nuclear thoughts boom radiation termination

Clouds and mushroom spells doom to all creation.

Fuck World War I or World War II, see

Cause rap has gotta deal with World War Me And World War Me equal World War Three

We can rhyme or either fight kid, so what’s it gonna be?