Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grim, artist - K.A.A.N.. Date of issue: 04.05.2021
Song language: English
Grim |
| I’m taking my time to get the feel then adjust |
| I scope it all, I seen the writings on the wall |
| I read the room then moved along |
| I’m watching for snakes in my lawn and the longest arm of the law |
| We need body armor and bombs, I’m embalming them like Saddam |
| A sadistic ritual form, it’s in my nature I guess |
| I digress, back to the art for the of which I’m obsessed |
| The sonics connect like I’m RZA, bring it straight to yo' neck |
| I navigated through neglect and take the necessary steps |
| I pivot just to elevate, allowing my words to set in |
| To set the record straight, the realism’s how it resonates |
| in a song but fate a predetermined date |
| The derelict known to deceive, to put a want over a need |
| To fulfill the feeling of greed, the animalistic instinct |
| We been on the brink of extinction, the spiritual awakening releasing |
| The consciousness of the mind is peaking |
| Within a steady ground where there’s nothing new to believe in |
| Internal been my battle, where I fight my grievances |
| Demons been trying to steer me down a one-way with a blindfold |
| Heaven and hell, where we headed well only God knows |
| Either way they giving toe tags with a barcode |
| I hope we find the resolution |
| I hope we find the resolution |
| 'Cause it all looks grim |
| It all looks grim |
| I hope we find the resolution |
| I hope we find the resolution |
| 'Cause it all looks grim |
| It all looks grim |
| Yo yo, Fro, Fro, yo |
| Make way, say when |
| Stay blessed, y’all so |
| The rhymes that I rap are grim like MF with my wins and my bicep |
| Lyrically benchpress, never will be boredom when you are listening to the big |
| foot |
| Leave your power shortage and then Fro disappear in the woods |
| Onto a gritty battle like drug addicts in the alley, it can get grim |
| Mortality waiting, it get challenging |
| The of knowing crime is emotionless |
| The, the culprit, what kind of commotion is this? |
| The one that go gung-ho, hole in your lungs slow, quid pro quo |
| The cops close in, I’m running low |
| Six foot three, the suspect is black and Spanish |
| Crooked police, see me a threat, have to vanish |
| Have to manage, in this ice cold life like an eskimo, damage the mic |
| When I’m on sight, I’m 'bout to let it fro |