Adam & Eve

MF Grimm - “Adam & Eve”
[Emcee(s): MF Grimm]
[Producer(s): DJ Crucial]

[Verse 1: MF Grimm]
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
Every time 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’ll bust
Rhymes off, I’ll let my mind shine
Intellect orbits morbid, rhymes anti-finite
Scrabble minds like Milton Bradley every time that I write
You’re 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, Como tried to stop it
But that punk-ass nigga Pataki put the plug back in the socket

[Bridge: MF Grimm]
Push the red button, light the match
Blow this motherfucking world up and let’s start from scratch
When World War III come, it’s time to leave
Omega rewind back to Adam and Eve

[Verse 2: MF Grimm]
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’ll 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’ll 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
Niggas 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