Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Book of Daniel, artist - MF MezAlbum song American Hunger, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.07.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Day By Day Entertainment
Song language: English
The Book of Daniel |
I met this kid he seemed righteous |
Represented knowledge |
Yeah, him and his brother they was real smart |
But then his brother died and he was taken in by a grand master |
And from what I hear this kid Sambo was a snake |
A rat, he stole shit and ran away to another state |
Microchip bitch |
I don’t deep fry friends |
Grimm Reaper nuke 'em |
Hearts don’t mend |
Brothers turned to enemies |
Nigga, enemies I eat them raw |
Nigga, MF GRIMM is god of war |
Parole done, see you on tour |
Millions get paid, lets see who make more |
Master water |
Cause man is mostly made of it Spit fire consume by friends compete for oxygen |
Freeze deepness of minds |
Then skate on it Roast fire proof emcees with bad warranties |
War is a part of me Prison hardened me Demons tried to murder me Pistols always poppin’me |
Leadconvicts my flesh |
But God pardons me Revenge, was turning descendants |
So God, pardon me Put yourself in danger |
Running with a mouse |
Metal turned to braces |
Punch you in your mouth |
Zev Luv X, used to be merry |
The mask took control of you |
Like Jim Carrey |
Megalon, tap him in the jaw |
Knock it off him |
M.I.C. |
got to put your mask in a coffin |
Mos Def, De La soul |
Roots can’t revive you |
When the bullets start flying |
Who’s gonna hide you? |
Rhymesayers, Stones Throw |
Nature Sounds sign you |
Make peace with you? |
Zev I I tried to You can hide behind the mask |
But see through like glass |
Thought you was the truth |
But your style’s like ass |
Cut-throat bitch |
Man you got no class |
Little black Sambo |
Shouldn’t talk trash |
Midgets into crunk |
Monkeys in a cage |
Murderers in a cut |
Fucking you up on stage |
Tell them about the time |
That Gunn punched you in the face |
Basically you was hating |
And then you ran away |
You ain’t a man, you a character |
I bet that mask make you feel a lot scarier |
Cause man to man is your doom |
Like we’re parallels |
M.I.C. |
will see you soon at your burial |
Listen Vicky you not goons, you cartoons |
Your hype man is not Grimm, that’s not him |
What you speak is not true, that’s not you |
Your team’s weak, I’ll pop them, then pop you |
Smog made ya mask |
Jet Jag made your name |
M.I.C. |
gave you life |
And we can take that shit away |
I didn’t wanna get at you |
You know this is true |
One thing that stopped me Was Lord Dihoo |
But now you’re being |
Disrespectful to me and the crew |
Now I gotta do, what I gotta do |
M.J. did articles, she got your name hot |
The mask was made for you by Lord Scotch |
X-Ray gave you studio time when in town |
Rodan and Megalon, them brothers held you down |
Evil jay, had you paranoid like a clown |
Jumped off stage and ran when Kong came around |
We looked out for each other when you lived uptown |
On the cover of the EP, but look at us now |
Chess is life, we haven’t played off late |
But even on the cover, I put your ass in mate |
We been through so much, Zev you was close to me Used to come trough your house, buy your ass groceries |
I wrote the whole treatment to your MF video |
With Adam Lounge and Ricky 'Kid'Scotchno |
Hundred thousand dollar bail caught up and I called you |
Fired my attorney, you helped me get a lawyer |
You took me in, let me stay out in Atlanta |
Facing 15 to life, we bounced out to Cali |
You made sacrifices, recorded on the run |
We bust our ass, and got Ibylis done |
I made a mistake, told the press you hold dough |
I see now its my fault, they didn’t need to know |
I apologized to you, I thought we let it go |
B.B. King’s, New York, together did a show |
But look at us now, once again, here we go Money wasn’t worth it, it turned us into foes |
Whenever you had beef, your beef was mine |
I took a life for you, put mine on the line |
Doing songs with RZA |
That’s funny shit |
I remember you told me That he bit Tick, Tick… |
You said Ghost was whack |
You didn’t like his style |
Two-faced and three-headed |
Bitch I pull your file |
New food poisoning |
You vomit for a while |
You started some shit |
Now you sitting on a pile |
Metal face, tin foil |
Walk the green mile |
How could you ever diss M.I.C. |
Yves St. Lerock yes R.I.P. |
How could you ever diss M.I.C. |
Big Al R.I.P. |
How could you ever diss M.I.C. |
J. Black R.I.P. |
How could you ever diss M.I.C. |
Subroc R.I.P. |
How could you ever diss M.I.C. |
K. Nit R.I.P. |
How could you ever diss M.I.C. |
T. Collins R.I.P. |
What the fuck happened to you man |
You fell the fuck off man |
Niggaz used to love you, motherfucker |
Come home man |
Come home, Zev (Come on) |
Don’t let them niggaz brainwash you man |
I know your fans love you man |
They love you |
You getting brainwashed |