Do it For the Kids
By Kool G Rap
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Going out to my n*gga Rob Swift
For having faith in me
I'mma show n*ggas East Coast is back
And all that other sh*t is dead
I represent for Manhattan
I rhyme for the dead
Time to set it
TEC-9 dreams and MAC-11 wishes
Infrared is beaming on the target making sure there is no misses
Your funeral, you know who's blowin' kisses at your widow
It sound f*cked up but your widow's doing ditto kiddo
Get with me, on 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
(And we all know that dead men can't tell shhhh)
Homicides in the dark, can't trace the bullet
Pick up the shell, dug the lead out your f*cking heart
Shaking gates in Heaven because she's f*cking me
Swinging on God cause you need Heaven's keys to get to me
Your spirit ain't sh*t to me, kid step to me
You're history, ghostbuster ass kickin' victory
When it come to hardcore I am epitome of evil
So don't pull stunts like Knievel
Brainstorm
Violence in the belly of the beast won't cease
I've packed a piece since lease was born permanently creased
Far from weak, not too many better
Hardcore is color black but I shine like patent leather
Food for thought, hush, eat my words with you mind
Emcees are grapes and grapes are crushed to wine
A deadly breed, no fad or bad seed
You never forget me like the Jews will never forget Hitler's bad deed
Brain cells are blown like a bike tire
In nights escape the mental hell by running through the verbal fire
I wanted friends to see me at my best
But I lost a lot of friends in violent crimes in the process
My attitude's a mess, I like drama
Forget about my problems, I smoke a lot of scama
I have few things to live for but even more to die for
My n*ggas out the street is what I strive for
To die unheard, I won't grant it
Six feet under this planet, unknown, I can't stand it
Platinum don't mean sh*t when you're perpertrating someone else's life
And they life ain't legit
How we livin'?
We livin' day by day
Ain't no tellin' on Earth how long you get to stay
Microphone friction with diction in speakers
Cause feedback, verse bleed black, when you attack
Or, repeat heated words I speak
Weak beat, strong vocals, no question the beats delete
Grimm's voice is elite
Everyone loves a winner but what happen when a winner meets defeat?
Nuclear thoughts (boom), radiation , termination
Clouds of mushrooms spell doom to all creations
f*ck World War I or World War II see
Cause rappers gotta deal with World War me
And World War me equals World War III
We can rhyme or either fight kid
So what it's gonna be?
This is going out to my n*gga Jay Black
You my n*gga, always will
To my n*gga Big Vito, Kirk, Punk, D Smooth
Salim, my whole family
Y'all know what time it is
All these n*ggas out here frontin'
You know what time it is
Real n*ggas do real things
Real n*ggas are here, so run in fear
f*ck you
For having faith in me
I'mma show n*ggas East Coast is back
And all that other sh*t is dead
I represent for Manhattan
I rhyme for the dead
Time to set it
TEC-9 dreams and MAC-11 wishes
Infrared is beaming on the target making sure there is no misses
Your funeral, you know who's blowin' kisses at your widow
It sound f*cked up but your widow's doing ditto kiddo
Get with me, on 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
(And we all know that dead men can't tell shhhh)
Homicides in the dark, can't trace the bullet
Pick up the shell, dug the lead out your f*cking heart
Shaking gates in Heaven because she's f*cking me
Swinging on God cause you need Heaven's keys to get to me
Your spirit ain't sh*t to me, kid step to me
You're history, ghostbuster ass kickin' victory
When it come to hardcore I am epitome of evil
So don't pull stunts like Knievel
Brainstorm
Violence in the belly of the beast won't cease
I've packed a piece since lease was born permanently creased
Far from weak, not too many better
Hardcore is color black but I shine like patent leather
Food for thought, hush, eat my words with you mind
Emcees are grapes and grapes are crushed to wine
A deadly breed, no fad or bad seed
You never forget me like the Jews will never forget Hitler's bad deed
Brain cells are blown like a bike tire
In nights escape the mental hell by running through the verbal fire
I wanted friends to see me at my best
But I lost a lot of friends in violent crimes in the process
My attitude's a mess, I like drama
Forget about my problems, I smoke a lot of scama
I have few things to live for but even more to die for
My n*ggas out the street is what I strive for
To die unheard, I won't grant it
Six feet under this planet, unknown, I can't stand it
Platinum don't mean sh*t when you're perpertrating someone else's life
And they life ain't legit
How we livin'?
We livin' day by day
Ain't no tellin' on Earth how long you get to stay
Microphone friction with diction in speakers
Cause feedback, verse bleed black, when you attack
Or, repeat heated words I speak
Weak beat, strong vocals, no question the beats delete
Grimm's voice is elite
Everyone loves a winner but what happen when a winner meets defeat?
Nuclear thoughts (boom), radiation , termination
Clouds of mushrooms spell doom to all creations
f*ck World War I or World War II see
Cause rappers gotta deal with World War me
And World War me equals World War III
We can rhyme or either fight kid
So what it's gonna be?
This is going out to my n*gga Jay Black
You my n*gga, always will
To my n*gga Big Vito, Kirk, Punk, D Smooth
Salim, my whole family
Y'all know what time it is
All these n*ggas out here frontin'
You know what time it is
Real n*ggas do real things
Real n*ggas are here, so run in fear
f*ck you
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