The Original

[Intro: samples]
“I’m the original—”
“I’m the original—”
“I’m the original—”
“I’m the original—”
“Yeah, who is this character?"

[Chorus: MF Grimm + samples]
(“I’m the original—”) You can imitate it
(“I’m the original—”) But never duplicate it
(“I’m the original—”) Just like a cat, you copy
(“I’m the original—”) But the xerox came out sloppy
(“I’m the original—”) Try to do it faster
(“I’m the original—”) But I am the master!
(“I’m the original—”) Now you’re getting nervous
(“I’m the original—”) ‘Cause I’m comin' to the surface!

[Verse 1: MF Grimm]
There’s only one Grimm Reaper—yes, there’s only one!
Niggas try to steal my name and fame, but they’re all my sons
Slap-box with spirits, knuckle up with omens
Try to bite my flowing, and your mouth be foamin'
Act hard, I’ll murder each one of ‘em, toast
Roast the back of their heads, but blew brains two yards in front of ‘em
Done with ‘em, now they’re all forgotten
‘Cause I pick fights the way slaves pick cotton
Grimm Reaper! AKA the Grinch, I’ve been hated for a while
On trial, mind state: murder
Pre-meditated, evidence is my twelve-inch
Chilling with D-Smooth, ‘Pac, and also Vince
Murders mapped out in every measure, bury enemies like they’re treasure, give The Reaper so much pleasure
Lyrics are kept in stacks, knapsacks, and mental racks
Rhymes so crazy, Son of Sam did half my tracks
Necks—I wring them, crews—I fling them
Bring them all, I’ll destroy your whole kingdom
I see all these niggas in the video and I wonder
If they’re individually pussy and know safety is in numbers
All big-head rappers, I will diss them
The world is too little—Grimm Reaper run the fucking solar system
I got Mad Flows—yeah, you stole some
You thought you had the cookie, but you only had the cookie crumbs
Slash throats in verbal combat. You stretch
Your brain to the limit—well, I stretch mine beyond that
Send all pawns, I roll with knights and rooks
If looks can kill, then your crew killed with looks
I battle ten men. What’s dying? Ten men
For those who scheme on, Dream On like Brian Benben
Master loose-leaf, but rhyme books tight
Not afraid to face death ‘cause I know what he looks like

[Chorus: MF Grimm + samples]
(“I’m the original—”) (You can imitate it) (Yeah)
(“I’m the original—”) But never duplicate it
(“I’m the original—”) (Just like a cat, you copy)
(“I’m the original—”) But the xerox came out sloppy
(“I’m the original—”) (Try to do it faster) (Motherf—)
(“I’m the original—”) But I am the master!
(“I’m the original—”) Now you’re getting nervous
(“I’m the original—”) ('Cause I'm—) ‘Cause I’m comin' to the surface!

[Bridge: samples + MF Grimm]
“Nah, I ain’t do that, man
What? That’s crazy, man. That ain’t my drawing, man”
This is only for you MCs
“Biting your style, man. And they coming out here, making money like they’re trying to hustle me, man
Scooby-Doo”
Only you gonna understand this fucking verse
Bitch-ass niggas

[Verse 2: MF Grimm]
Miscarriage all thoughts impregnated
Abort pre-actions, dreams are terminated
Your cranium’s transparent—I can see right through you
Plus your speech is incoherent
Distortions of dialect communication
Now I gotta stomp y’all like communism
As you paradox, I’m rock-solid like a prism
Since paralyzed, I don’t paint pretty pictures
In my lyric book's hip's-hop holy scriptures
Aggravated ‘cause my spine’s severed—I rhyme forever
Dime-a-dozen? Pshhh—me? Never
Legs can’t move, but, in my head, I dance
I wear a hobo straightjacket with crooked pants
As your shit go, “Blaow! Blaow!” shit go, “Blucka! Blucka!”
Step to me and crash, motherfuckers, like a sleepy trucker
If you try to front like you’re all that, I’ll send you mail
But all mail sent will be black
‘Cause you tell lies of white, claim you’re right
But out of a hundred percent of rappers, ninety-nine percent bite
A sniper bullet derailed me, but, like I said with KMD;
All hail me!

[Chorus: MF Grimm + samples]
(“I’m the original—”) You can imitate it
(“I’m the original—”) But never duplicate it
(“I’m the original—”) Just like a cat, you copy
(“I’m the original—”) But the xerox came out sloppy
(“I’m the original—”) Try to do it faster
(“I’m the original—”) But I am the master!
(“I’m the original—”) Now you’re getting nervous
(“I’m the original—”) (‘Cause I’m coming to the surface!)