Graphic Grim (@GraphicGrim)

(Verse)
Salute the commander and chief
while he salutes a master that's deep
One with corporate ties and morbid eyes, that wink
Study the reptilian speech
And how it varies, in keeps
They remain hidden and bury an expert
Makes me wanna snap, like Nas did
On Mariah Carey's record
I'm exposin' the chosen
That have walkin' the roads end
Trotted the globe and
Brought with them omens
They fought with the romans
And taught to the forums
An onslaught of war ends
And get caught in the open
Become lost in the poems
But spaceships are their transportation
They whisper in the president's ear and demand immediate evacuation
Of their kind, to a disclosed location
Where they have a meeting, with Bill Gates, Oprah, and satan
Cause they control the media
And we are the midgets 
Getting stampeded by the business
Of buying, and selling, and marketing, interests
People are fuckin' morons, and they cling on to trends
That's why retards, imitate other retards, and share it with their friends
How come no one reads anymore?
And intelligence is mocked more than ever
Cause being stupid is popular, and they don't want you to be better
They don't want you, to think for yourself, and become stronger
They don't want you, to be off the grid, 
And they want you drug addicted, and somber
They want your love restricted and sponsored
By their illusion
Buy this and get to boostin'
Your confidence, with their synthetical awfulness, inducin'
Bouts of nausea and grandeur
Got you, goin' all around the world, in a damn tour
All in the mind
Pretty soon, we'll all be microchipped like animals
All on the line
Our sanity and our mortality
Cause aliens and satantists, have no morality
We're merely formalities
On the road to global destruction
The Earth is a trailer park
Amongst death, meth use and alien abduction
The news is the biggest fuckin' liars ever
Everything is filtered, information is centered
On their propaganda and their occult agenda
Which is better? Blood sacrifices or children lifeless?
You gotta remember, that God is watching the tyrants
he sees more than your all seeing eye
Fuck you, with your Sauron tactics
Everything in this new Mordor must die
Thinkin' about how I have to floor your demise
Point of the story
Nothing is what it seems
Search for premonitions in dreams
Spot out demons and their little teams
And look closely at the devil's mask, as it unwraps, at the fuckin' seams
Peace to Buckwild
And The Diggin' In The Crates crew
And Rest In Peace Lamont Coleman, one of the nicest to ever do it too
The world is at it's peak, a new renaissance is returning
Pray for guidance, as I walk among violence, in this neverending journey
Wishing that hell's flames don't burn me
Wrapped in angel wings, before I go in to a fury
Searching for the truth, and hoping it'll cure me


Graphic Grim - Media Midgets (RA The Rugged Man's Definition Contest)

Graphic Grim (@GraphicGrim)

(Verse)

Definition of a rap flow
Trap it, in a capsule
My brain's haunted like a castle
Rap, it fast, slow, or mid tempo
And give your kid's Necro
CD's to listen to
Get 'em to start rippin'
It's easy, to get in to
But hard to be consistent
Keep my blade, like a chainsaw, when I go off and fuckin' rip it
Took rap, push it beyond, the limit
Shed blood, sweat, no tears, and kept it vivid
That'll ensure the pain
And if you don't like my verse 
Shoot me in the fuckin' head, like Kurt Cobain
Cause I murder you with the style and flow
And hit 'em with more shots, than there are songs,
with Tech N9ne and Krizz Kaliko
And I'll unload
Strangely, the game be, rearranging, and I'll unfold
The artforms, that the lames be entertaining, and I'll explode 
All their artwork and their paintings be breaking, when I perform 
Famous artists mistaking me, for a talent show
I'll knock their head off their shoulders, and bounce their skull
I'm a scientist, of the patterns
Provoking perfectly, the purging spree, of rappers
That absolutely need murdering, and to perish
Witnessing the darkside
And everything, it inherits
Everything from the devil horns in blood
To cherish the cherubs, in chariots
Riding in glory, not nightmare-ish
Embarassed
All the weaklings, that wanna speak free
On the terrace
I leave 'em assassinated in cold blood in clearance    
In the arms of their loving parents
I'm fuckin' punishing
Those that spun the string
And made puppets and parrotts
While we're rumbling
And they're wondering
What we've done with, the clerics
Who made the black magic possible
So they can operate diabolical
In the physical, not philosophical
Fuck that, I shoot 'em in the head, that'll solve it all
Cause that's where the evil be at
Cause now, speakin' the truth, is a revolutionary act
How could you possibly react
And if Jay is the new Kane, then Nas is the new Kool G. Rap
Funny how things go in cycles
Even the kings and golden idols
Spoke of the psychos
Ravenous cutthroats
Attemptin' and plottin' to slide through
While Your Old Droog, and Action Bronson
Do the best imitations of legends
Or is it much more than that?
Say it ain't so, but where's your format at?
Where's your foundation?
Ask them these questions, and see what they say then
Controversy, isn't fond of mercy, it'll shit on your moniker
And Hip-Hop is a bitch, if you don't honor her
Fuck a corporation of masons
But if you can't beat 'em, you join 'em like Jay Electronica
Then get shelfed, you're no longer an auditor
Or an author, in an auditorium, an offer for
Work will be minimal
Cause you're washed up like dead mermaids, in a video
Fuck the fantasy
Get back to reality
Even though we have to play a bit
Shout out to the platinum artists, that I've collaborated with
But it doesn't really mean shit, cause I haven't made a hit
Even though Graphic is creative, sick
The skill, they're still, debating it
Hopin' they're checkin' for my album and wait for it
Yeah I got songs, with Tech N9ne and D12, but I gotta walk to work
Be humble, cause the struggle, is a common turf
Love is love y'all, and I respect the grind
Goin' on tour, studio sessions, CD's to be signed
Everyone is on the come up, lookin' to incline
Now let me tell you, a fuckin' story, about mine
I opened up for RA The Rugged Man
At Stats Sports Bar, in Santa Fe, in 2013
It was a Monday, King Magnetic, GQ & Thorobred, were on the scene
Dezert Banditz is the team
RA shut it down and made the whole fuckin' crowd scream
During his set, he even hit on the pretty young thing
That was at my side, I got it all on tape, had a real good time
He asked what she listened to, he said Usher
She said, Sage Francis
Buggin' on his stage antics, and I wonder
If she wasn't there with me, would she have bounced, with the legend?
But she was lookin' right, and I wasn't the only hound, tryin' to get in
You gotta have your kicks before the whole shithouse, goes up in flames
That's word to James
And through our pain
We can destroy our enemy and make the world change
Definition of a Rap Flow, insane..
This is the method, the way that I'm bringin' the pain..
I got nothin' to lose and everything to gain..



Shout out to DJ Kool Hercules..

Rest In Peace Jeff Hanneman..

Graphic Grim - Shoot Me In The Head (RA The Rugged Man's Definition Contest)

Graphic Grim's submission to Tech N9ne's "Warrior Built Contest"..

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Graphic Grim is an MC from New Mexico. 

He began his love affair with Hip-Hop at the age of 13, while in middle school, where he was asked by his friends to spit rhymes in between classes. Having a knack to spit raps at a rapid race akin to Bone thugs-n-harmony, Tech N9ne and Twista, he honed his skills to razor-sharp precision and neck-snapping speed. He is currently recording his debut album "The Renegade's Blade" in Albuquerque, NM. The album features production from legendary Brooklyn producer Domingo (know for his work with Big Pun, Immortal Technique, KRS-One, Kool G. Rap, Eminem, etc.) and it also features Chino XL, Esoteric (of 7L & Esoteric), King Magnetic, Block McCloud and more. The album is currently in production and promises more surprises on the way. Enjoy..

-Jack Martinez

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