MF Grimm - Adam & Eve lyrics

Life be fooling me, society is screwing me It's entrapment so I see no future days But the dead is schooling me, my thoughts are j**elry So hopefully longevity my creativity is appraised Everytime I flow, whether fast or slow I illustrate and complicate like paintings from Van Gogh I co*k my brain back like a TEC-9 I bust rhymes off, I let my mind shine Intellect orbits morbid, rhymes antifinite Scrabble minds like Milton Bradley everytime that I write You're matter, I'm space, matter in space is weightless Scatter when chased, duck motherf**er or be faceless Verbal g**ner, world changer, black Jesus The bacon ripped to pieces with my murder thesis Paralyzed I kick a**, telekinesis That's physical communication through terror brain sensation Sometime I feel like d**h is getting closer The streets is so cold but hot like a toaster The electric chair is here, yo Como try to stop it But that punk a** n***a Pataki put the plug back in the socket Push the red bu*ton, light the match Blow this motherf**ing world up and let's start from scratch When World War 3 come, it's time to leave Omega rewind back to Adam and Eve No bygones are bygones, streets turn to Saigon I'm capping 'em before they take me out That sh** ain't happening FCC, break the codes that I'm rapping in Phones tapping in, cameras in the crib are mapping in f** the Klan or any man who hide behind politics and bibles To stop me from survival No longer do I contribute to genocide like I did I chop trees; I plant seeds for the kids But when this war come I'm flipping wigs Power to the people, f** these evil pigs So burn to ashes, in God we trust I turn the wild to a pile of dust And I halt rotation, world stop turning Mind missiles, Earth starts burning Bone gristle, traces behind One more time, erase mankind Create from dust, trust insight Unlock darkness, shed light Beam touch soil, heat magnification Volcanoes boil, next step vegetation Reproduction, subtract clouds of gloom Beauty born through destruction and doom MF Ebola, quarantine the vocal room Locals die soon, once inhale my deadly tomes I'm k**ing billions to make room for me to get up Then I raise the dead up, I speak for those that's fed up But won't let up, crucifix, birds picking at me Tapes seized like I'm Nixon see Rikki Tikki Tavi, snakes hissing at me Life's a b**h, b**hes blowing kisses at me n***as get jealous, get the guns spitting at me And to God I pray, but oh the sh** he say You wouldn't believe it in a million years (No) You'll be horrified, crucified, stoned by peers As the lynch mob cheers