Earth

MF, special herbs, fingers in the spice rack A little bit of my love, sprinkled into gingerbread I wonder, American Hunger gotta feed feds Do bids, CO's searching under bed MF worldwide, see no Carson Daly I'm the original, researching like Alex Haley All's well in Hell, listen GM Grimm's fairy tale Get slick rewrite, script turn horror flick But murder scene for the police, we gonna edit it Bloody screams, violence, all seen in 3D Loud dreams, silent screams, slash mic and vocal chords Execute hype man, now you gotta eat alone I pass, cause Grimm is on a fast You're a charmer but your armor shatter like glass Being me ain't easy, it's a difficult task If you look through my eyes, you'll rip 'em out your head I had fair warning about the streets, I didn't heed it Fuck God, going to Heaven I didn't need it Devil by nature in my heart I really knew it Started a war up in Heaven and I blew it Not good with taking orders, so I took the dare route But ended up getting aired out I give props because it was a fair bout I give props because it was a fair bout Now I'm trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator Perc is cursed, you hear it in hiss Voodoo doll, sticking pins in an iPod Pulling strings in industry, watching puppets dance Niggas I burnt, watch 'em turn to the man Time flies when alive, quickly turn OG But niggas still can't fuck with me I don't tour, so when you see me you see me No radio and I'm never on the TV Still get dough, music's a drug, I move weight Mad is the flow so wack niggas hate My heart got cold but my mind spit heat The world's on my shoulder but I'm not on my feet Chariots of fire, gunshots from the wheelchair Nigga I'll leave you there Emcees are counterfeit, three dollar bill shit Some have gimmicks, others you just feel shit All in they lyrics, others be bullshit You know what, fuck them (Yeah fuck them man) I'm tired of talking about these niggas Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators Time gap, three years, better do your homework Not a stranger to murder, seen many niggas die Exterminate my life, so many tried Black Nikes, white stripe, drink grape Kool-Aid To be an MF, you're donned by me MF Grimm, real name Percy C-E-O, last name Carey My boys are the white noise, my crew is scary Day By Day Distribution got it on the smash Those who challenge get knocked on they ass Grab niggas with my mind, across the room get flung Mastered styles of Wing Chun You can be the best, I'm trying to feed my family Plus I'm paranoid, please don't fuck with me I'll kill you, straight up, this is reality This ain't a made up urban documentary I thank the creator for the woman who was sent to me My life, my legs, didn't know what they meant to me Until I had to lose them both and regain them Spirits all around me I try to explain to 'em Go ahead and put the back