Twin Peaks

MF Grimm ft. Hasan Salaam and MF MEZ - “Twin Peaks”
[Emcee(s): Hasan Salaam, MF MEZ (AKA Destroyah), and MF Grimm]
[Producer(s): DNAE Beats]

[Intro: Hasan Salaam]
Yeah. Day By Day. MF Grimm, MEZ, Hasan Salaam. See, we’re much more than a label, y’all. Listen

[Hook: Hasan Salaam] (x2)
These are the motions that the messengers spoke of
The makers are the owners, in control of their culture
It’s all love and peace—keep your gun and a toaster
B-boy, b-girls, move like you’re supposed ta

[Verse 1: Hasan Salaam]
The melodies and harmonies stick to your ribs like
Hominy grits in the winter, you dig?
I’ll offer what I alter as my life on a bridge
My style stay halal, never fuck with the pigs
The lesson that you getting isn’t off my rib, and if
Shorty reflecting, I’m reborn through my kids
The only thing is I don’t want to pass ‘em down my sins
Have ‘em have to walk a mile in my Timbs
It’s hard to ignore the allure of Shayṭān and his
Jinns when your stomach’s on E with no ends
So you could consider this the rebirth of the cool, calm
And collected—mama didn’t raise no fool. Drop
Jewels and golden rules that they left out of school
When I dropped out of school, landed in a cesspool, see?
All the lies that the teachers tell us
All these rhymes about the bullshit the TV sell us
We are the lost tribe in the wilderness of the West
Stolen from the best part, now they’re scorching the flesh
Blood run through the Nile, she too sore to caress
Newborns taste the sickness when they sip from a breast
Bad food and false knowledge, that’s a lot to digest
So I guess that’s we hide our lows and get high
Spend what little we got to go out and get fly
‘Cause it’s easier to get high than get by
So we try to keep our minds in the sky ‘til we try to supply
Valentine, I could do that when I die
Sleep is for the weak, and my life been stoned. The North
Light, I shine like that’s the prose in the poem
A lot of people want to know what trip I’m on, but it’s
The Underground Railroad taking us on—come on. A lot of
People want to know what trip I’m on, but it’s
The Underground Railroad taking us on—come on

[Hook: Hasan Salaam] (x2)
These are the motions that the messengers spoke of
The makers are the owners, in control of their culture
It’s all love and peace—keep your gun and a toaster
B-boy, b-girls, move like you’re supposed ta

[Verse 2: MF MEZ (AKA Destroyah)]
I’ll move with the music, groove to the basics
Bass hits boom in your system. Let’s move like
It’s fluent language, change it to spitting
Do as the loosest, bang in the whip when
You’re cruising, meditate. Let me set it straight:
You’re forever fake ‘cause you choose to be stupid
I was a criminal, it’s typical shit
Pitiful, so I’m losing that mental state
Fuck it. There’s no use for it anyway
Every day, I’m chasing the dream of paper and cream
Bread to break for my team, placed it in a safe, escaped
From the scene to a place where my face isn’t seen
Away from haters and snakes, I’m changing my fate
But running away wasn’t the way. I’m able
To see, confront it. Love it or hate it, take it
For what it is. It’s crazy, you see? I switched from
Guns to hands, ones to grands from
Hands to guns, grands back to ones—damn!
It’s a trap like maximum, but I
Gotta be a man ‘til I’m done in my casket wall

[Hook: Hasan Salaam] (x2)
These are the motions that the messengers spoke of
The makers are the owners, in control of their culture
It’s all love and peace—keep your gun and a toaster
B-boy, b-girls, move like you’re supposed ta

[Verse 3: MF Grimm]
So many asked me how I keep going
Keep flowing, keep showing that I’m
A forced to be reckoned with, not to be ignored
Hated by most, a few do adore
Watched downfall, then they saw me
Rise to occasion, fix situation
Change occupation, become master builder
Look at blueprints, redesign nation
Come test me? What give ‘em that notion?
Foes be clumsy, swing in slow motion
Look at ‘em breathing hard as I’m coasting
Wanna keep me down in Hell and stay roasting
It’s my time for me to make a change
I’m not happy, not satisfied
How could I be when most my people died?
Blacks are confused and eating freedom fries
Will we continue to lose our self?
Will we ever realize that we are the wealth?
When we feel the whole hood, I’m still “For the Kids”
If I die alone tomorrow, I’m still dual-lift
Patrick Ewing degrees, I’m showing it
Nothing’s new under the Sun. What hovers over it?
I’m a slave to the rhythms—for masters, I’m owning it
Merchandising? Owning it. Publishing? Owning it
Percy Carey’s a free man, so I’m patrolling it
Destiny is in my hands, and I’m controlling it

[Hook: Hasan Salaam] (x2)
These are the motions that the messengers spoke of
The makers are the owners, in control of their culture
It’s all love and peace—keep your gun and a toaster
B-boy, b-girls, move like you’re supposed ta