GRIM - My last request lyrics

rate me

(yo yo)

When it comes to statik, I'm givin' motherfuckers ass-kicks - tragic

Science - A magnet the habit - the streets timing

Bring pain and panic - comin' with it - I'm with it

Your life to me - it don't matter - gun clapper - niggaz don't mean shit

I rep raw, rip more, underlord, Up North, resort to bloodsports

Squeeze your head through the cell door

Locked in the ring dark, there's no use to swing hawks

Who goes there? Buck-fifty from ear to ear - I don't care

Fuckin' ruckus in titanium cages, and um -

Success with falling in New York is amazing

Nine Glock cocked - cops? Fuck cops, my block

Execute, rip n tear, prepare electric chair

For the villainous, halfway crooked crimes are silliness

The barrenous with the venomous, tantrums so scandalous

Motherfuckers can't handle - knock them like rambo

Still caged - with strength to go head-up for days nigga

(Yeeeaaah)

In despair as I'm sittin' in this chair 'bout to die

In jail a long time - no lie - can't cry

A lot of things are runnin' through my mind - mostly crime

My last request be one more chance to say my rhyme

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I be the militant mic-master makin' moves to menace

The type of nigga lockin' down buildings to sling to tenants

Who wunt it? I'll buck you from my rooftop - blunted

Simple-minded niggaz is carbon-copies they fronted

You look at me I'll still throw ya - killer iller

Wet ya like you're manta - da blood-spiller distilled chiller

Cold sound cast a spell - livin' well

I guess the fate - carried this weight - for cash n cakes

Illegal criminal, imbeciles vindicated, apprehend -

Illustrated my situation on paper

And let off flexes and letters - it won't get better

When I die I'm'hassle 'em - strapped into money-getter

They spastic, give 'em ass-kicks an' cultural conflicts

Conquer, stomp ya, your crew's a so corn-cobber

Anticipate my revenge, and avenge

And when the power surges my life comes to an end nigga

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