Grim - K.A.A.N., A-F-R-O

I’m taking my time to get the feel then adjust

I scope it all, I seen the writings on the wall

I read the room then moved along

I’m watching for snakes in my lawn and the longest arm of the law

We need body armor and bombs, I’m embalming them like Saddam

A sadistic ritual form, it’s in my nature I guess

I digress, back to the art for the of which I’m obsessed

The sonics connect like I’m RZA, bring it straight to yo' neck

I navigated through neglect and take the necessary steps

I pivot just to elevate, allowing my words to set in

To set the record straight, the realism’s how it resonates

in a song but fate a predetermined date

The derelict known to deceive, to put a want over a need

To fulfill the feeling of greed, the animalistic instinct

We been on the brink of extinction, the spiritual awakening releasing

The consciousness of the mind is peaking

Within a steady ground where there’s nothing new to believe in

Internal been my battle, where I fight my grievances

Demons been trying to steer me down a one-way with a blindfold

Heaven and hell, where we headed well only God knows

Either way they giving toe tags with a barcode

I hope we find the resolution

I hope we find the resolution

'Cause it all looks grim

It all looks grim

I hope we find the resolution

I hope we find the resolution

'Cause it all looks grim

It all looks grim

Yo yo, Fro, Fro, yo

Make way, say when

Stay blessed, y’all so

The rhymes that I rap are grim like MF with my wins and my bicep

Lyrically benchpress, never will be boredom when you are listening to the big

foot

Leave your power shortage and then Fro disappear in the woods

Onto a gritty battle like drug addicts in the alley, it can get grim

Mortality waiting, it get challenging

The of knowing crime is emotionless

The, the culprit, what kind of commotion is this?

The one that go gung-ho, hole in your lungs slow, quid pro quo

The cops close in, I’m running low

Six foot three, the suspect is black and Spanish

Crooked police, see me a threat, have to vanish

Have to manage, in this ice cold life like an eskimo, damage the mic

When I’m on sight, I’m 'bout to let it fro