Mf Grimm - Adam & Eve lyrics

Life be fooling me, society is screwing me

It's entrapment so I see no future days

But the dead is schooling me, my thoughts are jewelry

So hopefully longevity my creativity is appraised

Everytime I flow, whether fast or slow

I illustrate and complicate like paintings from Van Gogh

I cock my brain back like a TEC-9

I bust rhymes off, I let my mind shine

Intellect orbits morbid, rhymes antifinite

Scrabble minds like Milton Bradley everytime that I write

Your matter I'm space, matter in space is weightless

Scatter when chased, duck motherfucker or be faceless

Verbal gangbanger, world changer, black Jesus

The bacon ripped to pieces with my murder thesis

Paralyzed I kick ass, telekinesis

That's physical communication through terror brain sensation

Sometime I feel like death is getting closer

The streets is so cold but hot like a toaster

The electric chair is here, yo Cuomo try to stop it

But that punk ass nigga Pataki put the plug back in the socket

Push the red button, light the match

Blow this motherfucking world up and let's start from scratch

When World War 3 come, it's time to leave

Omega rewind back to Adam and Eve

No bygones are bygones, streets turn to Saigon

I'm capping 'em before they take me out

That shit ain't happening

FCC, break the codes that I'm rapping in

Phones tapping in, cameras in the crib are mapping in

Fuck the Klan or any man who hide behind politics and bibles

To stop me from survival

No longer do I contribute to genocide like I did

I chop trees; I plant seeds for the kids

But when this war come I'm flipping wigs

Power to the people, fuck these evil pigs

So burn to ashes, in God we trust

I turn the wild to a pile of dust

And I halt rotation, world stop turning

Mind missiles, Earth starts burning

Bone gristle, traces behind

One more time, erase mankind

Create from dust, trust insight

Unlock darkness, shed light

Beam touch soil, heat magnification

Volcanoes boil, next step vegetation

Reproduction, subtract clouds of gloom

Beauty born through destruction and doom

MF Ebola, quarantine the vocal room

Locals die soon, once inhale my deadly tomes

I'm killing billions to make room for me to get up

Then I raise the dead up, I speak for those that's fed up

But won't let up, crucifix, birds picking at me

Tapes seized like I'm Nixon see

Rikki Tikki Tavi, snakes hissing at me

Life's a bitch, bitches blowing kisses at me

Niggaz get jealous, get the guns spitting at me

And to God I pray, but oh the shit he say

You wouldn't believe it in a million years (No)

You'll be horrified, crucified, stoned by peers

As the lynch mob cheers