MF Grimm – Do It For The Kids lyrics

Goin'out to my nigga Rob Swift
For having faith in me
I'm a show niggaz East Coast is back
And all that other shit is gay
I represent for Manhattan

Time to set it

Tech 9 dreams, and mack (a lever) wishes
In for red is beaming on the target makin'sure there is no missing
Your funeral you know who's blowing kisses at your widow
It sounds fucked up but your widow's doing dildo (ghetto)
You and me and your death she didn't dwell
You're living up in heaven but I know you're mad as hell
No one knows I killed you except you
(Whispering) But we all know that dead men can't tell sh...
Homicides in the dark kid trace the bullet pick up the shell
Doctor laid out your fuckin head
Shakin'gates in heaven because she's fucking me
Swingin' on God cause you need??? To get to me
Your spirit ain't shit to me kid step to me
Your history goes (bust the ass) kickin' victory
When it come to hardcore I am (epithomy)
Of evil, so don't pull stucks like (cannival?)
I bring storm

Violence in the belly of the beast won't cease
I packed the piece at least, this world permanently crissed?
Far from weak, not too many better
Hardcore is colored black but that shines like packed leather
Food for thought, hush, eat my words, reads your mind
Mcs engraved in grapes I crush the wine
A deadly breed no fag and bad seeds

You'll never forget me like the jews will never forget Hitler's bad deeds
Braincells are blown like a bike tire
Ignites escape the mental hell I'm runnin' through the verbal fire
I wonder if friends will see me at my best
But I lost a lot of friends of violent crimes in the process
My attitude's (I miss) I like drama