Grime

[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Idle hands are the devil's workshop (Workshop)
Prepare to deliver him the ones who turned pop (Turned pop)
Push 'em off the ledge in the flames
They couldn't take the heat, hip-hop was to blame (Was to blame)
Tried to stay away, yeah, I tried to leave (Tried to leave)
But music's like a drug, this is what I need (What I need)
I'ma turn beast every time I hear a drum kick
Lookin' for a reason, call it gain of function
I was on the mic ever since a young kid
Livin' in the studio every night hustlin' (Hustlin')
Drugs in the trunk, heater on my waistline
Breakin' my neck to a snare and a bassline (Bassline)
Livin' fast and furious doing this
Betrayed by the streets like a Judas kiss
A bad taste but not enough to break me (I made it!)
And that's the reason most of y'all hate me (They ain't me!)

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Been through Hell but I never left though
Want it all, watch me take it like a klepto
Look at my plan, writin' these rhymes
Look at my hands, look at that grime
No cosign, never had an intro
Just some hustle and a banging instrumental
Look at my plan, writin' these rhymes
Look at my hands, look at that grime

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
Made some enemies, made some friends
Broke laws, committed sins
Hip-hop made me do it at the end of it
So are they blind to what I'm doin' or just ignorant? (Or just ignorant)
Petty fans who won't jump in the rumble pit
All this mumble shit can't fuck with the rumblefish (With the rumblefish)
Mess around, you'll be found up in a dumpster, bitch (Dumpster, bitch)
Where I'm from make a Louisville Slugger wish
Your favorite rapper's on dope and he's your idol (He's your idol)
Used to be my homie but now we just rivals (Just rivals)
Like fuck, it was never meant to be
Keep it real! I wouldn't want to be my enemy (Nah!)
You don't want to deal with the kamikaze
Life gon' flash like a mob of paparazzi
Pay the cost! It don't matter what the toll is
When I catch you slippin' blame it on the showbiz

[Chorus: Bukshot]
Been through Hell but I never left though
Want it all, watch me take it like a klepto
Look at my plan, writin' these rhymes
Look at my hands, look at that grime
No cosign, never had an intro
Just some hustle and a banging instrumental
Look at my plan, writin' these rhymes
Look at my hands, look at that grime