Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tick, Tick, artist - MF Grimm. Date of issue: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tick, Tick |
| Walk the path of Jesus, witness if Hell frizzes |
| The mind teases reality, crack the pieces |
| Nothin' eases, bein' chastise with blood baptize |
| Guys revise, acknowledge past lives |
| Statements will be made, acknowledge me (knowledge me) |
| My mind is Heaven’s gate so enter me (enter me) |
| My mind is the gate ta Hell so try ta flee (try ta flee) |
| Both gates look da same, which will it be? |
| (which will it be?) |
| Demons screams from thought process |
| Enter seamen, Child born stress |
| Body want ta sleep but da mind can’t rest |
| Measure, pleasure through fanatical progress |
| When it come ta currency, love is nonexistent |
| Foes magnified, Friends become so distance |
| Some hope ya die, back-stabbed in an instant |
| Foes I despise, dis-case as Allies |
| Ta sabotage camouflage |
| Loyalty is lies |
| Ta see God, look inta my eyes |
| Ta see the Devil inya, look inta my eyes |
| As I rise from Hell’s equator |
| 'Cause I'm a slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up Mettle Finger's feed beats Grimm Reaper eat 'em up Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow 'em up |
| Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick, MF blow it up Slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up Mettle Finger's feed beats Grimm Reaper eat it up Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up |
| , slow 'em up Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick, MF blow it up Take air, compress it, bless it Mix loops like Ku Klux |
| MF don’t give two fucks |
| Nigga, quarterback blitz, poped, quickly fumble |
| Leave game with concussion, seein' stars and mumbles |
| This happens, ta any Emcee that want’s ta rumble |
| Dynasty’s destroyed like Carrington’s and Colby’s |
| Noise, reduced, MF thinks in Dolby |
| Chop that ass in half like Obi Wan Kenobi |
| Greatest of all time, God straight up told me Greatest of all time, the Devil even told me Icicles on surfaces of sun, we livin' coldly |
| Prophets be phony |
| And we attact, we switch like the Wu-Tang symbol |
| Still kill Jack even though Quick and Nimble plain and simple |
| Pick Niggas off while they ballin' and die old like stallin' |
| Yes |
| Death I hear ya callin', I accept collect |
| Human sacrifice, must pay respect |
| We catch reck Nigga, we catch reck |
| And we gonna gonna |
| Slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up Mettle Finger's feed beats Grimm Reaper eat it up Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow 'em up Brainsick, Tick, Tick, Tick |
| , MF blow it up Boom! |
| MF Grimm, MF Doom! |