MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF! MF!
Murder anybody, I don’t care who you tell
I bust shells, they all fell
Potential, kinetic, only time tell
Pressing up unit's for more
Communicate with the dead
Don’t take it personal this
Is strictly business, kid
Nosy niggas wanna hang around
We’re into torture, have you tied up
Every confrontation conquered and
Faces of my adversaries, mutilation
Other cases involving Percy Carey, yes
I did a bid dream what the Feds feel,
Pistol- whipping pigs old toupee
Grimm’s probably twisting wigs
Not a stranger to getting hands dirty
Either mine or an enemy or
This the life we lead some
Can’t separate their wants
Learn from it and try to teach the seeds
Supply power others throw
Roast like they’re sunflowers
Hail gun power, sparks I sneeze
I’m Evahflowin’, so I rhyme for Breeze
Then, willing, I rhyme for cheese
Lay you down with ease manhattan
a thousand degrees niggas
Nowadays, take your eye off
You’re a goner if I think you’re a snitch
Then I throw a cup of water on you
Kill you on your own corners
Some have kids, but when it’s on
Defeat that, they’ll hunt you later
The ones now that pitter patter
Hit baby formula, Similac, crack splatter
Fox Five covering kill reporter,
Choking niggas like I’m Darth Vader
Fuck Jacob’s Ladder time’s changed
Use an elevator life is a struggle
So Day By Day’s the Entertainment
Day By Day, we make our moves
So competition hit the pavement
Ghetto politicians, recognition, move
Shaking hands and kissing babies
Maybe they’ll assassinate me
Fully automatic, rapid fire bullets fill me
A hybrid: Michael Corleone
The clock, moving palms with Viktor Vaughn
I make it "Rain Blood" with Megalon
Brothers in the street know
Yes, a made man trapped in a wasteland
They know my mind’s a refinery
So they keep an eye on me
Change life for comrades before they
I sacrifice mine before they
Double- O- 7, tuxedo niggas
Unavoidable, death will occur
Niggas left shaken, not stirred
On video surveillance, Grimm is blurred
Tie my belt tight so it stays in place
Get out my chair, crawl up the steps
so they don’t feel I’m a threat
But, believe me, I’ma get ‘em
And that you can bet think
Nothing to see but a knock
I’m on the floor with a Glock
Most in his face, a few in his heart
I slithered down the stairs
Reach for your gun, it’s done in vain
Bullets pollute blood, infect the brain
Every time they try to kill me