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D.i.y.m. Lyrics - Singles - Darwin's Waiting Room

How many MC's must get dissed? 

Yo, motherfucker let me speak on this 

I be that lyricist, pugilist, with an educated fist 

Evolutionist forced to exist on a black list 

 

Pissed and dismissed, I resist to play the backseat 

No boy from backstreet, I'm intellectually elite 

My mind moves faster that Michael Johnson at a track meet 

Stepping over those under me like concrete 

 

Smaller than gnomes, shatter your thoughts like Britte Bones 

Crushing feeble domes like El Nino did to mobile homes 

Lamp posts get ripped apart when I envade with my tirade 

Like cat in the hat during the Macy's Day parade 

 

Worthy or an accolade instead portrayed as a charade 

Conveyed as an Al Jolson with a mammy serenade 

Guilty of being white and out of step like minor threat 

But I'm a major threat not willing to forgive and forget 

 

Judge me on skills, not my color or race 

Judge me on skills, not my color or race 

Judge me on skills, not my color or race 

Judge me on skills 

 

Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face 

Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face 

Say that shit to my face, bitch 

 

Grimm, my pseudonym, I'm an MC not a singer 

Put more dents in the game than the face of Wayne Hyzienga 

Scarlet lettered, fettered as a wigger, just a wannabe 

Beset with every epithet, can't get the best of me 

 

People used to giggle and laugh not clear a path 

I'm over coming obstacles like Jeremy McGrath 

Those who used to raise an eyebrow, kowtow 

Had no respect for you then, got no respect for you know 

 

My spectacular vernacular suspends disbelief 

You went from Verbose to Coatose, silent as the chief 

Our time is brief, I hope no one forgets me 

Goals to achieve before I leave like Gretzky 

 

But I'll never retire until I see this thing through 

To imbue my point of you, challenging you like K 2 

My forte to foray with the words I say 

So clear the way motherfucker 'cause I'm here to stay 

 

Judge me on skills, not my color or race 

Judge me on skills, not my color or race 

Judge me on skills, not my color or race 

Judge me on skills 

 

Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face 

Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face 

Say that shit to my face 

 

Judge me on skills, not my color or race 

Judge me on skills, not my color or race 

Judge me on skills, not my color or race 

Judge me on skills 

 

Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face 

Say that shit to my face, say that shit to my face 

Say that shit to my face, face, face, face 

Are you remember?




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