In The End - MF Grimm

Rappers that entered the battle, but, in

The end, they just…

«Broke the hell out» — Slick Rick on Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew ft.

Slick Rick — «La Di Da Di»

My rap lines immobilize wise guys, pressure’s

Applied on every rhyme, evil thoughts unwind.

See, my

Data scatters, removing these rappers that chitter-chatter

Verbs shatter your matter, flow is painful to an amateur

Mr. Spectacular bubbling like lavender

Doing numbers to characters and tossing ‘em to scavengers

I got what it takes ‘cause I devour rappers properly

Mentality’s deep, so why pursue and try to copy me?

‘Cause their rhymes are flatlined.

Flow is a threat to all

Mankind.

Follow my scent just like a canine

The fragrance you embrace is laced with a raw taste

Manhattan my birthplace, I’ll work at a smooth pace

Representing criminals mixing minerals

Arsenal invincible, buying emeralds

Touch untouchable, Klingon cloak invisible

Galaxy to galaxy, slay extraterrestrials

Revolution equal change, spiritual industrial

It would be cool if we could live like the Huxtables

Break pain down all the way to the decimal

Not testable, get beat to death with words I decibel

Words congressional, it’s professional.

Devour

Me?

Some try, die thinking I’m digestible

But cyanide is not digestible.

Little

Kid, drink your milk and eat your vegetables

Stop storytelling like Aaron Spelling

Fronting like villains, accumulating millions

Lies of the century, they take off

Then leave the planet, burn to ashes on reentry

When, in reality

Niggas never should have…

«Broke the hell out» — Slick Rick on Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew ft.

Slick Rick — «La Di Da Di»

Rappers that entered the battle, but, in

The end, they just…

«Broke the hell out» — Slick Rick on Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew ft.

Slick Rick — «La Di Da Di»

I’m blowing out your eardrums like afros and then some

Inferior to no one, respected like a shogun

Analyze my verse that I’ve designed between the lines and I’m

Sure you’ll find the thoughts that I’ve gathered are genuine

I’m top choice, my flow’s moist—never could I be dry

I show enough supply to blow the whole sea sky-high

Like Oklahoma, straight-up, kiddo, as if I’m sober

Control you like a Hindu with the flow, possessing cobras, see?

I’ll make my picture clear, vivid, and graphic

These rhymes that I’ve crafted leave timid rappers plastered

The microphone specialist explosive like a terrorist

If my rhymes are garments, then you’ll all be wearing this

We’re scuffing

Brains like sneakers, vocals shake speakers

Eyes dilate, hearts vibrate like beepers

In the studio, Big Yves, Grimm Reaper

Show Mad Flows, then go a little deeper

Periodically, idiotically, niggas rise

Gigantically, gasp frantically, sink

Titantically, funny dudes or antics, B

Of a rapper fronting.

Family plots, Melendez

Hunt after me savagely with one incentive

Energy be all comprehension, brought back, walking mentally

Brain shield, nigga, forcefield, no one enters me

The Fourth Dimension is the entity

Activate the sixth sense and just follow me

Where success is truly in the mind, vibrations from

The brain and the heart, they intertwine

Jay Black push buttons from afar

Scrub my brain with Armor All and shine like a star

Memories and scars, mad jewels and cars

Be up to par stepping to the Monsta Island Czars

Nigga

«Broke the hell out» — Slick Rick on Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew ft.

Slick Rick — «La Di Da Di»

Rappers that entered the battle, but, in

The end, they just…

«Broke the hell out» — Slick Rick on Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew ft.

Slick Rick — «La Di Da Di»

«Broke the hell out» — Slick Rick on Doug E. Fresh & The Get Fresh Crew ft.

Slick Rick — «La Di Da Di» (x8)