Artist: MF Grimm Album: Do it For the Kids b/w Bloody Love Letter 12" Song: Do it For the Kids Typed by: GregVersion2@yahoo.com Going out to my nigga Rob Swift For having faith in me I'ma show niggas East Coast is back And all that other shit is dead I represent for Manhattan I rhyme for the dead Time to set it TEC-9 dreams and MAC-11 wishes Infrared is beaming on the target making sure there is no misses Your funeral, you know who's blowin' kisses at your widow It sound fucked up but your widow's doing ditto kiddo Get with me, on your death she didn't dwell You're living up in Heaven but I know you're mad as hell No one knows I killed you except you (And we all know that dead men can't do shhhh) Homicides in the dark, can't trace the bullet Pick up the shell, dug the lead out your fucking heart Shaking gates in Heaven because she's fucking me Swinging on God cause you need Heaven's keys to get to me Your spirit ain't shit to me, kid step to me You're history, ghostbuster ass kickin' victory When it come to hardcore I am epitome of evil So don't pull stunts like Knievel Brainstorm Violence in the belly of the beast won't cease I've packed a piece since lease was born permanently creased Far from weak, not too many better Hardcore is color black but I shine like patent leather Food for thought, hush, eat my words with you mind Emcees are grapes and grapes are crushed to wine A deadly breed, no fad or bad seed You never forget me like the Jews will never forget Hitler's bad deed Brain cells are blown like a bike tire In nights escape the mental hell by running through the verbal fire I wanted friends to see me at my best But I lost a lot of friends in violent crimes in the process My attitude's a mess, I like drama Forget about my problems, I smoke a lot of scama I have few things to live for but even more to die for My niggas out the street is what I strive for To die unheard, I won't grant it Six feet under this planet, unknown, I can't stand it Platinum don't mean shit when you're perpertrating someone else's life And they life ain't legit How we livin'? We livin' day by day Ain't no tellin' on Earth how long you get to stay Microphone friction with diction in speakers Cause feedback, verse bleed black, when you attack Or, repeat heated words I speak Weak beat, strong vocals, no question the beats delete Grimm's voice is elite Everyone loves a winner but what happen when a winner meets defeat? Nuclear thoughts (boom), radiation , termination Clouds of mushrooms spell doom to all creations Fuck World War I or World War II see Cause rappers gotta deal with World War me And World War me equals World War III We can rhyme or either fight kid So what it's gonna be? This is going out to my nigga Jay Black You my nigga, always will To my nigga Big Vito, Kirk, Punk, D Smooth Salim, my whole family Y'all know what time it is All these niggas out here frontin' You know what time it is Real niggas do real things Real niggas are here, so run in fear Fuck you