Do It For the Kids

Lyrics

MF Grimm - "Do It For the Kids" [Emcee(s): MF Grimm] [Producer(s): Rob Swift] [Sample (Melody): Bobby Hutcherson - "Montara" (0:53)] [Intro: MF Grimm] Going out to my nigga Rob Swift for having the 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 [Verse 1: MF Grimm] 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 blowing 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 a dead man can't tell (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 keys to get to me Your spirit ain't shit to me. Kid, step to me You're history, ghostbuster ass-kicking victory When it come to hardcore, I am epitome of Evil, so don't pull stunts like Knievel Brainstorm [Verse 2: MF Grimm] Violence in the belly of The Beast won't cease, I've packed A piece since Lee's was worn permanently creased Far from weak, not too many better. Hardcore Is color black, but I'll shine like patent leather Food for thought—hush, eat my words with your mind Emcees are grapes, and grapes are crushed to wine A deadly breed, no fad or bad seed. You'll never Forget me like the Jews'll never forget Hitler's bad deeds 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'll 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 [Verse 3: MF Grimm] 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 perpetrating Someone else's life, and their life ain't legit. How We living? We're living Day By Day Ain't no telling on Earth how long you get to stay Microphone friction with diction near speakers cause Feedback, birds flee, black, when you attack or Repeat heated words I speak, weak beat Strong vocals, no question, The Beast 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 could Rhyme or either fight, kid, so what it's gonna be? [Outro: MF Grimm] This is going out to my nigga Jay Black. You're 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 fronting. You know what time it is. Real niggas do real things. The real niggas are here, so run in fear. Hahahaha, motherfucker