Mf Grimm
MF Grimm a.k.a GM Grimm a.k.a Superstar Jet Jaguar or simply Jet Jaguar, is an underground rapper from Manhattan in New York City. In the early 1990s, he was known as The Grimm Reaper and was part of The Gravediggaz rap group (not to be confused with the Wu-Tang affilliated Gravediggaz). Grimm worked alongside his DJ, Roc Raida of X-ecutioners. He also collaborated with hip-hop legends like Kool G Rap and KMD. Grimm was an experienced battle rapper and placed at the World Supremacy Battle of 1993.
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Mf Grimm
MF Grimm a.k.a GM Grimm a.k.a Superstar Jet Jaguar or simply Jet Jaguar, is an underground rapper from Manhattan in New York City. In the early 1990s, he was known as The Grimm Reaper and was part of The Gravediggaz rap group (not to be confused with the Wu-Tang affilliated Gravediggaz). Grimm worked alongside his DJ, Roc Raida of X-ecutioners. He also collaborated with hip-hop legends like Kool G Rap and KMD. Grimm was an experienced battle rapper and placed at the World Supremacy Battle of 1993.
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War has begun Götterdämmerung The dusk wilts and writhes In the garb of the sun But he’s only in it for caressin of the eardrums Plus it give his son somethin’ He can bump in the hut. Pisces From a family of wise guys an’ paisas Plot’a land thats cabbage patch Watch em thrive in a crisis Them boys are stone cold From they toes To they iris A nose’a cobblestone Iron jaws hard as gneisses Atuma, switchin in An’ stayin’ lit As ya Charmeleon The shiny kind Hoodie with a hockey mask Shy guy His baseline resemble most peaks in winter climates Villain with a hunters license Here to slay Drakes and Hydras To each his own Every man for himself Thoughts that start to swell In a solitary cell Even wrote a novella Or a novel... Hard to tell But its forty-thousand words to scale He heard ‘em said “Nothin worth teachin’ weren’t worth nothin” But the whole class was dumb So nobody learned... nuthin. Buncha fuckin’ runts Someone oughta drag em in, bag em, an box em up He preaches the art of keepin’ ya cards close to ya chest Don’t show out for clout Let those dopes think they know best Collectin’ some intel an’ then when they least expect He spit between they eyes And take a shit up on they #CHEST#! (Word?) Yes sir, He drag em thru the dirt Cross the earth Morocco to Perth New York To the Kangaroo Reserve He beat back demons on the daily Temptations Deep scars on the mental Like your favorite Arkham patient True The man's bugaboo Taboo as a French coup Blowin on kazoos with a caboose till they command the room OOF Thats a double oops goof Scrub those last moves Getcha cat groomed too Then come and gum the batter loot.more
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Gettin Along...
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