Street General - MF Grimm

Street general

MF Grimm declares

War

Street general, MF Grimm declares

War.

Street general

Street general

If you

Relate with my life, that’s great.

If you can’t, that’s

Even better ‘cause I don’t want you to feel me

Just playing the cards life chose to deal me

Choking while government proceeds to hang me

Burn neck from strangling, laugh while dangling

Live, stand.

America delight me when I’m angrying

Bruce Banner, star spangling

Wreck perspective, on angles, mangling

Life in purgatory.

To death, we’re tangling

Echo in your ears ringing ‘em, guns banging while

You’re bling-bling jingling, Mr. Bojangling

Off-beat, on-beat, concrete-jungle-juggling

Organizing riots, tier-threes, box I’m bugging in

Visits by Jay Black, so I’m hugging him

Box with me to guide me, I’m not leaving him.

‘Til

I return to the essence, you best believe I’m breathing him

Nozzle fire freeze foes, grovel form engraving ‘em

Invisible tombstones and bones how I’m slaying ‘em

Platinum, alloyed iridium, idiots' idol

Ignoring ironic, igniting ice and idioms

Brain bionic, Johnny Mnemonic when I spit ‘em, I

Smash his glass mic, and the crowd just pity him

‘Cause, at one point in life, they were feeling him

Now they’re mad at me ‘cause what I did to him, but I’m

A grown-ass man, dawg thought he had a kid with him

Street general, MF Grimm declares

War

Street general

Street general

MF Grimm declares

War

Street general

Burn

Enemy asses like an acid enema

Emasculating, penetrating enamel who gamble

Annihilating perpetrating soloists in pairs

Anti-Emancipating, Solomon’s dares

Optimize demise of lies for materialistic

Wearers of Jacob ice that glares from

The hypnotizing Sun to pupils of the people who’s

Perverted purpose is pull position past others

To possess nonsense novelties

Scratching the itch, allergic to poverty

Chuck D said, «Fight powers that be,» but house

Niggas, out of spite, burn fields and fight we

To show those who oppress us the best that Lord

Knows these niggas ain’t nothing like we—they

Refuse to eat the glorious fruit

From the poisonous tree, so

How can they lose, be beat, or at least bruised

If they don’t seek to reap the rewards of the ripe, glorious

Fruit from the poisonous tree?

From the fruit, they

Flee—massa, they not like the boys and me.

Your

Slave, Percy Carey, he’s the one in the lead

Show his ass a lesson, whip him ‘til he bleeds

Trying to teach the babies?

Hang him from a tree

Let them stay illiterate, don’t let them niggas read

Rain or shine’s on my mind, so I’m screaming out, «Shaheed»

I’m aware I’m a medium of different type of sources

Heartless, vandalized by several different forces

Laughing at my misfortune, forces are remorseless

I ride love and anger like well-conditioned horses

Runaway slave saying, «Try, nigga, try»

Brainwave stays crying, «Why, nigga, why?»

Like they’re concerned, but these spy niggas spies

What they’re really saying is, «Die, nigga, die»

Trying to break me, but they don’t know me

Whip me savage, say my name is Toby

Before I submit to the one who think they’re master

I’ma take aim and empty out my pistol

Born at war, started out a soldier

Now have four stars tattooed on each shoulder

Street general, MF Grimm declares

War

Street general, MF Grimm declares

War.

Street general

Street general

Street general

MF Grimm declares

War

Street general

This shit is crazy, Marty.

I hear Bush.

I hear, I hear Bush.

Aagghh.

I’m either hearing voices or I’m hearing George W

«I believe that people whose skins aren’t necessarily… or, or a different

color than white can sell guns and have a great sense of optimism and

possibility»

«Listen, this nation is committed to dealing with poverty.

First,

let me make it very clear: poor people aren’t necessarily killers.

Just because you happen to be not rich, doesn’t mean you’re willing to kill»