D.I.Y.M.

Album cover art for "D.I.Y.M." by Darwin’s Waiting Room

Darwin’s Waiting Room - Rock, Rap Metal

D.I.Y.M.

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[Verse 1: Michael "Grimm" Falk] How many MCs must get dissed? Yo, motherfucker let me speak on this I be that lyricist, pugilist with an educated fist Evolutionist, forced to exist on a blacklist Pissed and dismissed, I resist to take a backseat No boy from backstreet, I'm intellectually elite My mind moves faster that Michael Johnson at a track meet Stepping over those under me like concrete Smaller than gnomes, shatter your thoughts like brittle bones Crushing feeble domes like El Niño did to mobile homes Lamp posts get ripped apart when I invade with my tirade Like Cat in the Hat during the Macy's Day Parade Worthy of an accolade, instead portrayed as a charade Conveyed as an Al Jolson with my mammy serenade Guilty of being white and out of step like Minor Threat But I'm a major threat, not willing to forgive and forget! [Chorus: Michael "Grimm" Falk] Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills, say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Bitch! [Verse 2: Michael "Grimm" Falk] Grimm, my pseudonym, I'm an MC, not a singer Put more dents in the game than the face of Wayne Huizenga Scarlet lettered, fettered as a wigger, just a wannabe Beset with every epithet, can't get the best of me People used to giggle and laugh, now clear a path I'm overcoming obstacles like Jeremy McGrath Those who used to raise an eyebrow, kowtow Had no respect for you then, got no respect for you know My spectacular vernacular suspends disbelief You went from verbose to comatose, silent as the chief Our time is brief, I hope no one forgets me I've got goals to achieve before I leave like Gretzky But I'll never retire until I see this thing through To imbue my point of you, challenging you like K2 My forte is to foray with the words I say So clear the way motherfucker 'cause I'm here to stay! [Chorus: Michael "Grimm" Falk] Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills, say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! [Bridge: Jabe] [?] [Chorus: Michael "Grimm" Falk] Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills, say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Say that shit to my face! Face! Face! Face!

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Credits

Writers
  • Grimm of Darwin’s Waiting Room
  • Jabe
  • Alex Cando
  • Eddie Rendini
  • Joe Perrone