K.A.A.N., A-F-R-O - Grim lyrics
[K.A.A.N., A-F-R-O - Grim lyrics]
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 sеt the record straight
The rеalism's how it resonates
Because of the shadow 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
K.a.a.n / a-f-r-o
Make way, say when - stay bless ya'll soul
The rhymes that I rep are Grimm like MF
With my wins and my bicep
Lyrically bench-press
Never will be boredom when you
Are listening to the Bigfoot
Leave your power shortage
And then FRO disappear in the woods
Onto a gritty matter like drug
Addicts in the alley
It can get grim, mortality with sin
It get challenging
The notoriety of knowing crime is emotionless
The ultimate, the culprit
What kind of commotion is this?
The one that go gung-ho, hold
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
Negative on that plate that's just
The car on the corner
Somebody should tell us, right at
The start of our lives
That we are dying. Then we might live
Life to the limit
Every minute of every day. Do
It! I say. Whatever you want to do
Do it now! There's only so many tomorrows
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 sеt the record straight
The rеalism's how it resonates
Because of the shadow 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
K.a.a.n / a-f-r-o
Make way, say when - stay bless ya'll soul
The rhymes that I rep are Grimm like MF
With my wins and my bicep
Lyrically bench-press
Never will be boredom when you
Are listening to the Bigfoot
Leave your power shortage
And then FRO disappear in the woods
Onto a gritty matter like drug
Addicts in the alley
It can get grim, mortality with sin
It get challenging
The notoriety of knowing crime is emotionless
The ultimate, the culprit
What kind of commotion is this?
The one that go gung-ho, hold
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
Negative on that plate that's just
The car on the corner
Somebody should tell us, right at
The start of our lives
That we are dying. Then we might live
Life to the limit
Every minute of every day. Do
It! I say. Whatever you want to do
Do it now! There's only so many tomorrows