| MF, special herbs, fingers in the spice rack
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| A little bit of my love, sprinkled into gingerbread
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| I wonder, American Hunger gotta feed feds
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| Do bids, CO’s searching under bed
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| MF worldwide, see no Carson Daly
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| I’m the original, researching like Alex Haley
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| All’s well in Hell, listen GM Grimm’s fairy tale
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| Get slick rewrite, script turn horror flick
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| But murder scene for the police, we gonna edit it
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| Bloody screams, violence, all seen in 3D
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| Loud dreams, silent screams, slash mic and vocal chords
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| Execute hype man, now you gotta eat alone
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| I pass, cause Grimm is on a fast
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| You’re a charmer but your armor shatter like glass
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| Being me ain’t easy, it’s a difficult task
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| If you look through my eyes, you’ll rip 'em out your head
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| I had fair warning about the streets, I didn’t heed it
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| Fuck God, going to Heaven I didn’t need it
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| Devil by nature in my heart I really knew it
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| Started a war up in Heaven and I blew it
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| Not good with taking orders, so I took the dare route
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| But ended up getting aired out
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| I give props because it was a fair bout
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| I give props because it was a fair bout
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| Now I’m trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Perc is cursed, you hear it in his verses
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| Voodoo doll, sticking pins in an iPod
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| Pulling strings in industry, watching puppets dance
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| Niggas I burnt, watch 'em turn to the man
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| Time flies when alive, quickly turn OG
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| But niggas still can’t fuck with me
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| I don’t tour, so when you see me you see me
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| No radio and I’m never on the TV
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| Still get dough, music’s a drug, I move weight
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| Mad is the flow so wack niggas hate
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| My heart got cold but my mind spit heat
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| The world’s on my shoulder but I’m not on my feet
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| Chariots of fire, gunshots from the wheelchair
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| Nigga I’ll leave you there
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| Emcees are counterfeit, three dollar bill shit
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| Some have gimmicks, others you just feel shit
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| All in they lyrics, others be bullshit
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| You know what, fuck them (Yeah fuck them man)
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| I’m tired of talking about these niggas
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| Now I’m trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Time gap, three years, better do your homework
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| Not a stranger to murder, seen many niggas die
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| Exterminate my life, so many tried
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| Black Nikes, white stripe, drink grape Kool-Aid
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| To be an MF, you’re donned by me
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| MF Grimm, real name Percy
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| C-E-O, last name Carey
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| My boys are the white noise, my crew is scary
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| Day By Day Distribution got it on the smash
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| Those who challenge get knocked on they ass
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| Grab niggas with my mind, across the room get flung
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| Mastered styles of Wing Chun with tongue
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| You can be the best, I’m trying to feed my family
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| Plus I’m paranoid, please don’t fuck with me
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| I’ll kill you, straight up, this is reality
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| This ain’t a made up urban documentary
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| I thank the creator for the woman who was sent to me
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| My life, my legs, didn’t know what they meant to me
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| Until I had to lose them both and regain them
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| Spirits all around me I try to explain to 'em
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| Go ahead and put the chorus back
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| Now I’m trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator
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| Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
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| That you call Earth but I call Hell’s equator |