The Path

Lyrics

[Intro: Gamma-Ra (AKA Majesty)] Yeah, it's M.I.C. (Y'all been sleeping). MF Grimm, RAVAGE (What up?), Destroyah (We're here), Gamma-Ra. We're kicking down building, we're stomping through the city. (Yo Grimm) If we can't eat, can't nobody eat (I think these cats are sleeping on the team, fam. Yo, set it on 'em) [Verse 1: Superstar Jet Jaguar (AKA MF Grimm)] Demonically possessed, cast spells with rap Superhuman strength, speak in tongues, levitating rhyme Without lungs, radioactive/radio active unless main- -stream, known to crush dreams, awake from sleep No GPS, lost on Elm Street (Elm Street) Hypnotic beats, deep theta, deltas Beta, and beta's alpha, even in delta I penetrate way beyond X-ray Money, hoped to get green, turned mean Flow flip gamma, grammar Manipulate molecular structure, restriction Cellular sanctions, stars turn pulsar Fiction, friction, factions in fractions Cyclops can't see eye-to-eye with cataracts Visines or battle axe, I'm Steve Job with a MAC-11 Beef with me, then I'ma kill it, grill it Squeeze trigger, pop a villain, make him feel it 'Til he can't feel it. Superstar Jet Jaguar grow bigger. You're a stick figure Nigga (Nigga), you ain't real (Nigga) [Hook: Superstar Jet Jaguar (AKA MF Grimm) and Gamma-Ra (AKA Majesty) with Scratches by Lyrical Graffiti] Get the fuck out my path, you're interfering with me Go against me, nigga, you don't want no dealings with me I brought some killers with me, villains that's really gritty Gorillas still in the city. By force, you gotta feel us [Verse 2: Gamma-Ra (AKA Majesty)] We travel amongst you daywalkers in the flesh. With my Convent of brothers, loving nothing less than the Success you'd expect from blood, tears, and sweat Above fear, respect, you thugs clear the deck We won't budge unless all the demands met All of the fam fed, and none of our hands red Until then, we defend the fort with four quarters Extend my pen, transcend to four corners I see the Four Horses, but our Monstas are stronger Three-headed dragons is asking for the torture No meetings at the table, this the final offer I'll let you live, kill myself, and then I'll haunt ya You're dealing with a monster with venomous rhetoric Chiseled tablets of scripture recorded, then peddle it Amongst all these devils, kids, a few rise that's Heaven-sent You don't really want it in the past, future, or present tense (Present tense) [Hook: Superstar Jet Jaguar (AKA MF Grimm) and Gamma-Ra (AKA Majesty) with Scratches by Lyrical Graffiti] Get the fuck out my path, you're interfering with me Go against me, nigga, you don't want no dealings with me I brought some killers with me, villains that's really gritty Gorillas still in the city. By force, you gotta feel us [Verse 3: Destroyah (AKA MF MEZ)] Yeah, I'm not A player, but I got a lot of haters trying to fire Glocks Blazing shots, trying to stop the paper. Gangsters hate me Not, but haters want to break my train of thought Basically to make me lost, insane and crazy in the fog (Word) So these snakes, jakes, and narcs unable to me cough up What I'd never do, and incarcerate me in a place up north Maybe a mental institute, but I ain't crazy. It's Impressive while pressing the messages in the necks of these bitches Some shady ladies that'll take your heart and make it break apart The aching starts when you're placed and encased in their clutch Brought lethal bleeding like their fingers razor-sharp. Between hating And love, the line is thin, so any vile man or squadron We take it in blood like a prophet hanging across A cross, dangling, making a statement for all (Making) (A statement for all) [Hook: Superstar Jet Jaguar (AKA MF Grimm) and Gamma-Ra (AKA Majesty) with Scratches by Lyrical Graffiti] Get the fuck out my path, you're interfering with me Go against me, nigga, you don't want no dealings with me I brought some killers with me, villains that's really gritty Gorillas still in the city. By force, you gotta feel us [Verse 4: RAVAGE (AKA MeccaGodZilla)] Keep poor Kids surrounding my posse, my team. Years slurring, Captain Morgan Storming, arguments minimal, but my mind's worried, my hypertension's Stirring like mercury, bubbles bursting from solar flares on the surface On safety, but cops'll chase like fools rising through the epidermis. Born Into survival, run through sewers seven-and-a-half hours after Sick deuces never clueless, raising a lie, not trying to be Parker Brother, coffin in a hearse, looking outside the window To my mother, on my way to Judgement. The struggle the reason I seek senses of brothers, a pyramid with each other, aim for the stars Cigar addict 'cause of the path. Am I poor? Trying to remain strong Not fabulous, reaching for my ankle when I get fly, the shackle is Coming from my own people hating, not even the establishment Submariner true, I command flow like ocean, stay growing Even when I'm resting, things are still in motion. Flatlined A few times. As my mind floating, ghost in a cell, you're scared to death Of the angel named by the Most High as the one closest (Closest) [Hook: Superstar Jet Jaguar (AKA MF Grimm) and Gamma-Ra (AKA Majesty) with Scratches by Lyrical Graffiti] Get the fuck out my path, you're interfering with me Go against me, nigga, you don't want no dealings with me I brought some killers with me, villains that's really gritty Gorillas still in the city. By force, you gotta feel us [Outro: Gamma-Ra (AKA Majesty)] When you see us, salute, stupid