Foolish

[Verse 1: MF Grimm] Some quote scriptures or [?] Grimm scriptures are made from scratch, my mind floats And I got war scars, war scrapes from war skits Rhymes souped up like lentil to show my mental is not accidental My world revolves, causes autocratic My guns revolve, but some are automatic Vision beyond the optical needed, we're living prodigal Sleep with third eye open or get Clipped like a cuticle Conditional choices Stable, critical Who lives who dies, who strives, it's so political Young street camp stripped of belts and pistol title shots Heavy-weight division, KO's, no split decisions Giuliani [??] this hellhole But he don't give a fuck so There's cuts, headbutts and elbows Drugs sweeps, bullets fly, bloods splot blotches Thugs creep, niggas died, tortured held hostage Actions, brutal, beyond belief but authentic Rhymes, genuine thoughts are, anti-synthetic Attempt to get Jurassic, clench your back prehistoric Roach niggas are more [?] Kidnapped, snatched, ran off, no self extortion Shit's Creek, they seek demand of financial portions 6 million dollars, nigga, like you Steve Austin Cause if they really love you, thats how much love is costing Or death will be puzzled, jigsaw fate Chopped up, distributed, body parts, different states Take you to spots that nobody knows Curiosity grows, as you decompose [Verse 2: Megalon] Lord have mercy, Percy [?], but don't curse me 6 million ways to die, but none of them can hurt me Aw fuck! I'm stuck in the desert and I'm thirsty Calling Black Jesus , "Help! Red Devils disturbing me!" But I'ma rise, Look into my eyes It's hard to survive when your mother and father dies Try suicide but all you do is cry Wrist bleeding Who do I believe in? Looking through Satan's eyes I start hating God for no reason Why do I feel this way? Everyday living in darkness, I never ever seen the bright of day I hide away from the sun and come out at night Squeeze, squeeze the steel tight, cause if it ain't real,it ain't right Now I'm up to no good Big shorty from the hood Almost died twice but I don't think that I could Last 5 years, did 5 bids I hope I don't have to do a 25 to life bid Gotta live, gotta feel the braille, locked in jail Cut a nigga throat to get a cell Black doom, Black doom Getting it done in a room Selling crack boom, crack boom, from the sun to the moon [Verse 3: MF DOOM] Big up, the jig is up, swigg up Chop a nigga up, but first have him schedule a pick up If you ask me They all a bunch of sick pups Always seem to repeat the same stuff like hiccups Nowadays the games all bugged out Folding like back when Hammer tried to come thugged out Stop it, he pulled files like Coppit Out from under the feet of the clowns that pop shit Nasty like spit the verse and go gargle Don't fit no type of profile, Psychological Any last words, times up like [?] The super villain run 'em like Ham Burglar, "robble robble!" Another one ask 'em, "Could I hold the microphone?" He said, "Sorry my brother, you gots to get your own!" Set the tone, even though, he's already known When he get the rock he rock on like Shep Pettibone On the down stroke, "Good day, townsfolk! Thank you for your vote, and you all get a pound of smoke!" The dro, soon to blow, don't make him wait till noon to know: The villain been doing flows since many many moon ago