The Original

Lyrics

[Intro: samples] "I'm the original—" "I'm the original—" "I'm the original—" "I'm the original—" "Yeah, who is this character?" [Chorus: MF Grimm + samples] ("I'm the original—") You can imitate it ("I'm the original—") But never duplicate it ("I'm the original—") Just like a cat, you copy ("I'm the original—") But the xerox came out sloppy ("I'm the original—") Try to do it faster ("I'm the original—") But I am the master! ("I'm the original—") Now you're getting nervous ("I'm the original—") 'Cause I'm comin' to the surface! [Verse 1: MF Grimm] There's only one Grimm Reaper—yes, there's only one! Niggas try to steal my name and fame, but they're all my sons Slap-box with spirits, knuckle up with omens Try to bite my flowing, and your mouth be foamin' Act hard, I'll murder each one of 'em, toast Roast the back of their heads, but blew brains two yards in front of 'em Done with 'em, now they're all forgotten 'Cause I pick fights the way slaves pick cotton Grimm Reaper! AKA the Grinch, I've been hated for a while On trial, mind state: murder Pre-meditated, evidence is my twelve-inch Chilling with D-Smooth, 'Pac, and also Vince Murders mapped out in every measure, bury enemies like they're treasure, give The Reaper so much pleasure Lyrics are kept in stacks, knapsacks, and mental racks Rhymes so crazy, Son of Sam did half my tracks Necks—I wring them, crews—I fling them Bring them all, I'll destroy your whole kingdom I see all these niggas in the video and I wonder If they're individually pussy and know safety is in numbers All big-head rappers, I will diss them The world is too little—Grimm Reaper run the fucking solar system I got Mad Flows—yeah, you stole some You thought you had the cookie, but you only had the cookie crumbs Slash throats in verbal combat. You stretch Your brain to the limit—well, I stretch mine beyond that Send all pawns, I roll with knights and rooks If looks can kill, then your crew killed with looks I battle ten men. What's dying? Ten men For those who scheme on, Dream On like Brian Benben Master loose-leaf, but rhyme books tight Not afraid to face death 'cause I know what he looks like [Chorus: MF Grimm + samples] ("I'm the original—") (You can imitate it) (Yeah) ("I'm the original—") But never duplicate it ("I'm the original—") (Just like a cat, you copy) ("I'm the original—") But the xerox came out sloppy ("I'm the original—") (Try to do it faster) (Motherf—) ("I'm the original—") But I am the master! ("I'm the original—") Now you're getting nervous ("I'm the original—") ('Cause I'm—) 'Cause I'm comin' to the surface! [Bridge: samples + MF Grimm] "Nah, I ain't do that, man What? That's crazy, man. That ain't my drawing, man" This is only for you MCs "Biting your style, man. And they coming out here, making money like they're trying to hustle me, man Scooby-Doo" Only you gonna understand this fucking verse Bitch-ass niggas [Verse 2: MF Grimm] Miscarriage all thoughts impregnated Abort pre-actions, dreams are terminated Your cranium's transparent—I can see right through you Plus your speech is incoherent Distortions of dialect communication Now I gotta stomp y'all like communism As you paradox, I'm rock-solid like a prism Since paralyzed, I don't paint pretty pictures In my lyric book's hip's-hop holy scriptures Aggravated 'cause my spine's severed—I rhyme forever Dime-a-dozen? Pshhh—me? Never Legs can't move, but, in my head, I dance I wear a hobo straightjacket with crooked pants As your shit go, "Blaow! Blaow!" shit go, "Blucka! Blucka!" Step to me and crash, motherfuckers, like a sleepy trucker If you try to front like you're all that, I'll send you mail But all mail sent will be black 'Cause you tell lies of white, claim you're right But out of a hundred percent of rappers, ninety-nine percent bite A sniper bullet derailed me, but, like I said with KMD; All hail me! [Chorus: MF Grimm + samples] ("I'm the original—") You can imitate it ("I'm the original—") But never duplicate it ("I'm the original—") Just like a cat, you copy ("I'm the original—") But the xerox came out sloppy ("I'm the original—") Try to do it faster ("I'm the original—") But I am the master! ("I'm the original—") Now you're getting nervous ("I'm the original—") ('Cause I'm coming to the surface!)