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My name is....GRiMM
Song Info
Genre
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Peak #1,252
Peak in subgenre #555
Author
GRiMM
Uploaded
October 28, 2004
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
(verse 1)
spit original wit hit and go run in and outta wits
underrated, Im creatin, my image and I wont quit
always learnin, burnin wit enough degrees to be hot
never stop whether i am fuckin breathin or not
and as far I kno, Im already dead
every line u ever used has been already said
no way ya'll make haste, u race to make way
erase u fakes hated me since the 8th grade
been baked so much, wit an fuckin oven made graves
and raise hate see me when I rip away stages
misplace the faith i made to mistrust
on a stretcher u get carried away and dressed up
once the led struck my page is set up
heres my state u can savor the taste, my heads fucked
it’s the just of, my waste of razor blades, take away
my day to day I lay awake and pray my chest off
(hook)
Hanging on to the words inside I wrote
No one said Ill make it on my own
what I think, you say it aint right
my songs never rest, these words they wont lie no
(verse 2)
adjust your screen quick, Im just agreein wit
all your negative thoughts, but movin wit a breeze kid
I freeze lids, left with a stupid, weak script
But Ill die for my dreams like luther king did
See its gotta be this way man I just got no other option
We are all god’s children but I am up for an adoption
Wut Im overseeing, stuck in this open scene
Cut up all my hands when Im pickin up my broken dreams
Yo I quit, heres a song to pass the time
Passin lines, I’ve been tryin, but I haven’t got the rhymes
And wit half of these rappers, half of em lying
On the real, I would sign away my soul to get signed
But I stand stuck, hands up in handcuffs
Got these pockets of knowledge but nothing from a campus
But I stay strung, comin off the top like dandruff
Wit these words as a paintbrush and beats as my canvas
(verse 3)
Gettin back to the roots, Im back to the truth
Getting Back to bein grimm then its all back to you
See we lookin for the difference when the facts are new
Pushin back wit the all tracks that I don’t even gotta prove
No one holds my hand Im doin this on my lonesome
Hope always coasts a low dosage grow some
Teacher teacher, u aint teach me nothing
So u preach as a ghost while I grow to nothing
The weight I hold is greater than waiting if u could say its so
And they will know I’ve been underrated if I could make it show
And I been waitin for, a fuckin day to glow
Im hated, say the latest, afraid of it so I lay it low
You’d never know we’re fuckin livin in hell
How many drugs I gotta take to kill a memory cell?
Its either heaven or hell, the weather’s better in jail
I been dead, beheaded never, Im ahead of myself
