#BluffGawd
#MADGRiM

𝔏𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔰:
do you think the chains around my wrists are hurting me

the devil he adopt me out the nursery 

im pleased to say im the one that gets all the cheese, 

flowing like a muenster, but my ego come off bitter sweet

mmmmm that still aint hurting me 

i pass on the Prada pass on double C's 

im moving down the Chanel, but i sprung a leak
MG
it still aint hurting me 

wait! my vision curvy b 

im tweakin off the liquor this shit hurting me 

imma smoke you out the bag just where the purse should be 

why you acting just like a clown this a circus b 

you need some face paint like the ICP 

i dont fuck with everyone or anyone or everyone, IDFWEAE 
and for the rest i got the minigun

and dont get it twisted like a knot im MG lil baby

yeah im passing just like every one 

my left hand is permenantly blunted 
so the right hand got a ray gun and im feeling like im pack-a-punched 

and boy bet it packs a punch
if you feel too trippy its because i mixed it in the punch 
juiceheads running for the millileters fore they eat their lunch 
imma skip the huddle ive been absent since you had your hunch 

thought this was your grind season boy its time to crunch 

hop on every beat and i aint eating lunch... still havent eaten once...
still, havent eaten once....

~𝔐𝔄𝔇 𝔊ℜ𝔦𝔐

But IDFWEAE (PROD. Bluff Gawd)

#QuietKevin
#MADGRiM

coldest producer tag of all time
if you dont like the shit listen from 3:30 on im sure youll appreciate it lil btch hear the drums die out hahhaha luv ya

𝔏𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔰:
whatchu thought im writing sweating out this cursive 
spittin curvy on the burmese pistol pockets burning
what that mean yeah i dont know later i'll learn shit
right now im linked in cheat codes, no patience like im allergic
mmm yeah no pateince like im allergic, anaphylactic afterlife yeah im mergin
motorolla flip upgrade the shit call it the nextell 
crammng all the information killed me dead its in my head still 

whatchu thought im writing sweating out this cursive 
spittin curvy on the burmese pistol pockets burning
what that mean yeah i dont know later i'll learn shit
right now im linked in cheat codes, no patience like im allergic
blue lace on sashikos is looking perfect
like no no no bleach denim aint really working 
so i upgrade to all black 
so i upgrade to all black 
so i upgrade to all black
dont hit my phone i smahed my shit so i will never call back
lemme speak my mind dont fall back...
MG starts to speak his mind they fall back..
first i stutter step your ego dont you know im really cold 
got that dog in my feeding wear a siberian coat 
heard them boys been battling demons.... i dont know...
just be careful what you wish for....

~𝔐𝔄𝔇 𝔊ℜ𝔦𝔐

Biodegraded And Bubblized (PROD. Quiet Kevin)

#xngln
#MADGRiM

ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈:
yeah MG yeah, hypnotize, can i get the check please imma dip 

i feel hypnotized 

why you throwing shit? you talking shit in shade, go hypnotize 

hypnotized by friday night lights so i took the ride 

creeping down the alley this may end badly, lil bug in a trap 
 
alibi if they catch me, the lord blessed, nah man i just rap

R.E.S. my chest please fuck the fee i just need it bad 

ink prick in my skin mean im coming back 

MG resurrect he walking in he unzip out the bag 

now im back, then i cash out, then i cash out 

with the bolt in my bag i feel like Percy 

baby this is a mad house

she know that im dirty say she deserve me and i think that she right 

but i dont deserve her the eternal servant the manequin with melted wax from my eye 

just give me the liquor my physics are off like why is my pack in the sky?

yeah like why is you jacking the guy man you both different sizes and he rocking the slides 

yeah, dont act like you have it lil guy

yeah we all put in work dont be questioning none 

im pressed till the summer moon come then i wait for the winter i aint gonna fall 

that Maison mean nothing at all man im on to all black, camo dance in the dark

with my turban to block all the hate if its there in my world tunnel vision my stare 

with my turban to block all the hate and to block out the face if this shit go swirly 

im determined to sort by the relevance, i dont know you so that shit cant hurt me 

i aint mad, but im pressed like the juice so i might come off sweet, but the seeds break ya tooth 

and i might pour one offa the roof for you, through the sunroof of your coupe 

why you hit me up? why you wanting my info?
aint no phone why you want info?

on this bike pop a endo also man i smoke the endo 

im on the point, i hop a fence, i feel like a fencer 

i do what you do with my mental, while you playing with pencils 

and bitch i dont care if its rented, this stress is causing overpressure 

watch me cheese with this blood on my dentals 

MG yeah

say something, summit semtex, we high and then we glide 

if you think you higher or flyer we blow yo ass out the sky 

paint me in attire thats finer than glass from Persian times 

then send heat, spin the dryer, never tired with caffeine at my thumb

lost in these layers

rappin out my skin 4real

yeah rapping out my skin unpeel

lost in these layers

rappin out my skin 4real

imma step right out this skin, unpeel

lost in my mind i dont deserve to be endeared

so that reflection i aint going near 

lost in this time on my wrist is broken gears 

~𝔐𝔄𝔇 𝔊ℜ𝔦𝔐

semtex summit (PROD. xngln)

#eros117
#MADGRiM

ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈:
ight MG ight MG ight MG 

aromas around me i sit in these clouds for like hours now my fabrics morph with it 

if this what you want then bitch this what you get, but the challange aint hard im absorbing hits (absorbing crits)

baby, ghillie my jacket, i move to the forest where all of the horses is, but i hope theres no Porches there man i hope theres no Porches there 

you can tell a lost soul when you notice he stare
but you cannot tell a lost soul by the things that he wear, cause im looking good lil bitch 

im excited for this one, but more so the next one, yeah 

and fuck all the jealousy twist it like Getter cause bitch im just better and thats when the checks come 

yeah, yeah, fucking MG put it together in any of weather no shirt on grimey rapping outta the restroom
this be the studio please do not tell em, man i've been flexing the eternal flexing 

cold bit ya nose like youre piercing your septum, yeah MG 

toxic studio roles like they inject the venom, you aint producing shit man this feel like a setup, booby trap MG shine like the treasure 

they stoop so low that my tape cannot measure and then they get offended 

i give no fucks and that came from my mental, memorize with a pencil 

if they aint serving what you want then you whip it up quick like you pasta'd the menu

fuck with me and aldent you, with my fist, then no hasta manana ya dental

yeah, yeah, yeah its MG okay, fucking MG, fucking MG, fuck all the jealousy 

twist it like Getter and bitch im just better yeah bitch im just better and thats when the checks come

yeah thats when the checks come i want a truck so i think i might Hess one 

with a big strip light and thats shit raised with a .50  the big gun 

i put ice on the .50 caliburrr and the tracers aint gon miss ya, MG 

how you think that i got her she a angel, but she still gon hit ya and thats on my soul on my word on my drugs and my persain purse 

man im hung, man im too hungry, bread, bacon and some butter 
and i might put some lettuce, but let us arrive on the laser, its red 
like i squished the tomato i left that boy red, but i secretly wanna leave all them boys dead 
got three cops living nextto me and they dont apreciate all of the green 
lil piggy lil lil piggy aint gon make a peep
front porch with a big old fronto leaf smoking hella reefer 
smoking hella reefer 

~𝔐𝔊

ice onna 50 caliburrr (PROD. eros117)

#i2hunDaDon
#MADGRiM

ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈:
man treat me like the center 
and no i aint trippin if they peepin in my window 
that fourty in me so i leave em cold just like December 
malt liquor make me iller, expensive drink makes me sicker 
man, whats up big dog, whats the reason you dont bark?
yeah we gotta run these bithces up the trees if they gon talk 
man, 0214 the end i add the 9, its scary when im spittin rhymes, 
light lanterns in my mind 
steady lighting them on fire, igniting thier attire,
spin cycle the dryer everytime these words gon fire 
i do it on my own, i suffer by myself, pain in my silence, 
everybody give me hell
now, MAD GRiM heat the street like hot asphalt on your feet, 
burning rubber melt yo sneaks, thats how i defeat the sneak when he creep 
stay true to myself 
yeah i know that im in hell
swim, drink like a fish, when i die im gonna swell 
with Jansport on my back these bloody hands gon take a tag 
sippin tea with honey ginseng, im chillin in the back 
man, whats up MG? yeah i heard they took your keys 
now im out in public i aint hidden when i fiend 
man, fuck you and you and you and you and you and the repo man 
fuck me and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me bitch im the reaper man 
i might go mute cause i cannot talk to them, i cant talk to rats 
eeka eeka you sold ya whole team out, i dont speak in that 
stanced out like Sosa bitch im the Chief yeah you cannot take my bag
this aint my only blunt or turban bitch i got polly wraps 
nw im moving like a farmer, i got weed gardens up in my garments 
in my clothes like a pocket patch, in my pocket thats a polly pack 
i might be happy today, i sip the roscato, im happy tomorrow 
but the next day it goes down the drain,
i feel like the gutter, i look like a puddle
then i repeat the cycle, the changes are subtle,
but its fucking me up

~𝔐𝔄𝔇 𝔊ℜ𝔦𝔐

whos at Keke's window (PROD. i2hunDaDon)


--Lyric's--

Chapter I: [My Life]

*Chorus*

Talk nice

Put a call in my device

I'll put it all on ice

Cause you get whatever you like

Ten down

You been at my right

Loyal (That's my type)

I'll be up till the end of the Night

For the rest of my life

*Verse*

You been at my side 

Ten toes when I'm ready to die 

Been bad 

You don't need me to lie

Dem other dude's you been passing em by

I don't care leave em dead on a stone

Gotta place come and stay at my home

Press play leave pic on my phone

Yelling out 

What I'm made about 

I ain't made it out

But I laid it out

T bone it lemme steak it 

No beef but I ate it out

Stand position when I'm walking out 

Got em big mad got em stalking out

Somebody tell him take a different route

My downfall is what they prayed about *Oh*

*Chorus*

Talk nice

Put a call in my device

I'll put it all on ice

Cause you get whatever you like

Ten down

You been at my right

Loyal (That's my type)

I'll be up till the end of the Night

*Verse

Mavio's nothing to play bout

Look at the work that I laid out

I'm making my way out

I don't care about you getting your name out

I'm as hard as any brand to name out

Pick a side

Pick a way to get played out

You put out the bait 

looking at me 

But I don't see a pay out

Down bad 

And you still don't know why you mad

I'm Mavio I'm here for the bag

Oh, that something that you never had

Speaking on me I don't really care

I'm in your mind like I'm braiding your hair

I'm (guarding/garden) Madison square


*Chorus*

Talk nice

Put a call in my device

I'll put it all on ice

Cause you get whatever you like

Ten down

You been at my right

Loyal (That's my type)

I'll be up till the end of the Night

For the rest of my life

*fin*



Chapter II: My Life

smoke a scientologist/s (PROD. lvcien)

proud to grow proud to glo (PROD. SPHYNX)

ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈:
ight MG ight MG ight MG 

aromas around me i sit in these clouds for like hours now my fabrics morph with it 

if this what you want then bitch this what you get, but the challange aint hard im absorbing hits (absorbing crits)

baby, ghillie my jacket, i move to the forest where all of the horses is, but i hope theres no Porches there man i hope theres no Porches there 

you can tell a lost soul when you notice he stare
but you cannot tell a lost soul by the things that he wear, cause im looking good lil bitch 

im excited for this one, but more so the next one, yeah 

and fuck all the jealousy twist it like Getter cause bitch im just better and thats when the checks come 

yeah, yeah, fucking MG put it together in any of weather no shirt on grimey rapping outta the restroom
this be the studio please do not tell em, man i've been flexing the eternal flexing 

cold bit ya nose like youre piercing your septum, yeah MG 

toxic studio roles like they inject the venom, you aint producing shit man this feel like a setup, booby trap MG shine like the treasure 

they stoop so low that my tape cannot measure and then they get offended 

i give no fucks and that came from my mental, memorize with a pencil 

if they aint serving what you want then you whip it up quick like you pasta'd the menu

fuck with me and aldent you, with my fist, then no hasta manana ya dental

yeah, yeah, yeah its MG okay, fucking MG, fucking MG, fuck all the jealousy 

twist it like Getter and bitch im just better yeah bitch im just better and thats when the checks come

yeah thats when the checks come i want a truck so i think i might Hess one 

with a big strip light and thats shit raised with a .50  the big gun 

i put ice on the .50 caliburrr and the tracers aint gon miss ya, MG 

how you think that i got her she a angel, but she still gon hit ya and thats on my soul on my word on my drugs and my persain purse 

~𝔐𝔊

ice onna anything (PROD.eros117)

This song cover, featuring a serious yet happy Afrocentric cartoon of a male flower child, perfectly captures the essence of an upbeat hip-hop electronic track titled "Impossible."

The artwork itself is a vibrant explosion of color, with the flower child at its heart, radiating joy against a bold blue backdrop. His intricate Afro is adorned with a cascade of colorful flowers and beads, reflecting a deep connection to nature and a free spirit. Dressed in a lively, tie-dye inspired outfit, he exudes an infectious happiness that balances the "serious cartoon" style with a celebratory vibe. The bold, stylized "Impossible" title acts as a confident declaration, suggesting themes of overcoming challenges and reaching for what seems unattainable.

Musically, this cover art speaks to a fusion of genres. Imagine a hip-hop electronic track that blends rhythmic beats and sharp lyrical flow with pulsing synths and uplifting melodies. The "happy vibe" of the artwork could translate into an energetic electronic soundscape, while the "serious cartoon" element hints at thought-provoking lyrics or a deeper message within the music. The Afrocentric focus suggests influences from diverse musical traditions, adding rich layers to the electronic production and hip-hop delivery. This isn't just a song; it's an anthem for positivity and breaking barriers, delivered with a vibrant, modern sound.

Biodegraded And Bubblized (PROD. Quiet Kevin)

MAD GRiM ⚃