MF Grimm - Do It for the Kids Lyrics

Goin' out to my nigga Rob Swift
For having faith in me
I'm a show niggas East Coast is back
And all that other shit is gay
I represent for Manhattan

Time to set it

Tec-9 dreams, and MAC-11 wishes
Infrared is beaming on the target makin' sure there is no missing
Your funeral you know who's blowing kisses at your widow
It sounds fucked up but your widow's doing ditto kiddo
You and me and 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
But we all know that dead men can't tell shhh
Homicides in the dark, can't trace the bullet pick up the shell
Dug the lead out your fucking heart
Shakin' gates in heaven because she's fucking me
Swingin' 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-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 packed the piece at least, this world permanently creased
Far from weak, not too many better
Hardcore is colored black but I'll shine like patent leather
Food for thought, hush, eat my words, reads your mind
Mcs engraved in grapes I crush the wine
A deadly breed no fag and bad seeds
You'll never forget me like the Jews will never forget Hitler's bad deeds
Braincells are blown like a bike tire
Ignites escape the mental hell by runnin' through the verbal fire
I wonder if friends will see me at my best
But I lost a lot of friends of violent crimes in the process
My attitude's a mess I like drama
Forget about my crimes 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 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?