DARWIN'S WAITING ROOM


D.i.y.m. Lyrics

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

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Songwriter(s): Alexander H. Cando, Joseph Stephen Perrone, Jean Baptiste-Blot, Edward Michael Rendini, Michael Irving Falk
Copyright: Tonto Tarzan And Frankenstein Publishing, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp.
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