Earth

MF, special herbs, fingers in the spice rack
 A little bit of my love, sprinkled into gingerbread
 I wonder, American Hunger gotta feed feds
 Do bids, CO's searching under bed
 MF worldwide, see no Carson Daly
 I'm the original, researching like Alex Haley
 All's well in Hell, listen GM Grimm's fairy tale
 Get slick rewrite, script turn horror flick
 But murder scene for the police, we gonna edit it
 Bloody screams, violence, all seen in 3D
 Loud dreams, silent screams, slash mic and vocal chords
 Execute hype man, now you gotta eat alone
 I pass, cause Grimm is on a fast
 You're a charmer but your armor shatter like glass
 Being me ain't easy, it's a difficult task
 If you look through my eyes, you'll rip 'em out your head
 I had fair warning about the streets, I didn't heed it
 Fuck God, going to Heaven I didn't need it
 Devil by nature in my heart I really knew it
 Started a war up in Heaven and I blew it
 Not good with taking orders, so I took the dare route
 But ended up getting aired out
 I give props because it was a fair bout
 I give props because it was a fair bout
 Now I'm trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
 That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator
 Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
 That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator
 Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
 That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator
 Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
 That you call Earth but I call Hell's equator
 Perc is cursed, you hear it in hiss
 Voodoo doll, sticking pins in an iPod
 Pulling strings in industry, watching puppets dance
 Niggas I burnt, watch 'em turn to the man
 Time flies when alive, quickly turn OG
 But niggas still can't fuck with me
 I don't tour, so when you see me you see me
 No radio and I'm never on the TV
 Still get dough, music's a drug, I move weight
 Mad is the flow so wack niggas hate
 My heart got cold but my mind spit heat
 The world's on my shoulder but I'm not on my feet
 Chariots of fire, gunshots from the wheelchair
 Nigga I'll leave you there
 Emcees are counterfeit, three dollar bill shit
 Some have gimmicks, others you just feel shit
 All in they lyrics, others be bullshit
 You know what, fuck them (Yeah fuck them man)
 I'm tired of talking about these niggas
 Trapped on a planet of pain and perpetrators
 Time gap, three years, better do your homework
 Not a stranger to murder, seen many niggas die
 Exterminate my life, so many tried
 Black Nikes, white stripe, drink grape Kool-Aid
 To be an MF, you're donned by me
 MF Grimm, real name Percy
 C-E-O, last name Carey
 My boys are the white noise, my crew is scary
 Day By Day Distribution got it on the smash
 Those who challenge get knocked on they ass
 Grab niggas with my mind, across the room get flung
 Mastered styles of Wing Chun
 You can be the best, I'm trying to feed my family
 Plus I'm paranoid, please don't fuck with me
 I'll kill you, straight up, this is reality
 This ain't a made up urban documentary
 I thank the creator for the woman who was sent to me
 My life, my legs, didn't know what they meant to me
 Until I had to lose them both and regain them
 Spirits all around me I try to explain to 'em
 Go ahead and put the back