The Path - Monsta Island Czars, MF Grimm

Demonically possessed, cast spells with rap

Superhuman strength, speak in tongues, levitating rhyme

Without lungs, radioactive/radio active unless main-

-stream, known to crush dreams, awake from sleep

No GPS, lost on Elm Street (Elm Street)

Hypnotic beats, deep theta, deltas

Beta, and beta’s alpha, even in delta

I penetrate way beyond X-ray

Money, hoped to get green, turned mean

Flow flip gamma, grammar

Manipulate molecular structure, restriction

Cellular sanctions, stars turn pulsar

Fiction, friction, factions in fractions

Cyclops can’t see eye-to-eye with cataracts

Visines or battle axe, I’m

Steve Job with a MAC-11

Beef with me, then I’ma kill it, grill it

Squeeze trigger, pop a villain, make him feel it

‘Til he can’t feel it.

Superstar Jet

Jaguar grow bigger.

You’re a stick figure

Nigga (Nigga), you ain’t real (Nigga)

Get the fuck out my path, you’re interfering with me

Go against me, nigga, you don’t want no dealings with me

I brought some killers with me, villains that’s really gritty

Gorillas still in the city.

By force, you gotta feel us

We travel amongst you daywalkers in the flesh.

With my

Convent of brothers, loving nothing less than the

Success you’d expect from blood, tears, and sweat

Above fear, respect, you thugs clear the deck

We won’t budge unless all the demands met

All of the fam fed, and none of our hands red

Until then, we defend the fort with four quarters

Extend my pen, transcend to four corners

I see the Four Horses, but our Monstas are stronger

Three-headed dragons is asking for the torture

No meetings at the table, this the final offer

I’ll let you live, kill myself, and then I’ll haunt ya

You’re dealing with a monster with venomous rhetoric

Chiseled tablets of scripture recorded, then peddle it

Amongst all these devils, kids, a few rise that’s Heaven-sent

You don’t really want it in the past, future, or present tense

(Present tense)

Get the fuck out my path, you’re interfering with me

Go against me, nigga, you don’t want no dealings with me

I brought some killers with me, villains that’s really gritty

Gorillas still in the city.

By force, you gotta feel us

Yeah, I’m not

A player, but I got a lot of haters trying to fire Glocks

Blazing shots, trying to stop the paper.

Gangsters hate me

Not, but haters want to break my train of thought

Basically to make me lost, insane and crazy in the fog (Word)

So these snakes, jakes, and narcs unable to me cough up

What I’d never do, and incarcerate me in a place up north

Maybe a mental institute, but I ain’t crazy.

It’s

Impressive while pressing the messages in the necks of these bitches

Some shady ladies that’ll take your heart and make it break apart

The aching starts when you’re placed and encased in their clutch

Brought lethal bleeding like their fingers razor-sharp.

Between hating

And love, the line is thin, so any vile man or squadron

We take it in blood like a prophet hanging across

A cross, dangling, making a statement for all (Making)

(A statement for all)

Get the fuck out my path, you’re interfering with me

Go against me, nigga, you don’t want no dealings with me

I brought some killers with me, villains that’s really gritty

Gorillas still in the city.

By force, you gotta feel us

Keep poor

Kids surrounding my posse, my team.

Years slurring, Captain Morgan

Storming, arguments minimal, but my mind’s worried, my hypertension’s

Stirring like mercury, bubbles bursting from solar flares on the surface

On safety, but cops’ll chase like fools rising through the epidermis.

Born

Into survival, run through sewers seven-and-a-half hours after

Sick deuces never clueless, raising a lie, not trying to be

Parker Brother, coffin in a hearse, looking outside the window

To my mother, on my way to Judgement.

The struggle the reason

I seek senses of brothers, a pyramid with each other, aim for the stars

Cigar addict ‘cause of the path.

Am I poor?

Trying to remain strong

Not fabulous, reaching for my ankle when I get fly, the shackle is

Coming from my own people hating, not even the establishment

Submariner true, I command flow like ocean, stay growing

Even when I’m resting, things are still in motion.

Flatlined

A few times.

As my mind floating, ghost in a cell, you’re scared to death

Of the angel named by the Most High as the one closest

(Closest)

Get the fuck out my path, you’re interfering with me

Go against me, nigga, you don’t want no dealings with me

I brought some killers with me, villains that’s really gritty

Gorillas still in the city.

By force, you gotta feel us

When you see us, salute, stupid