#KrimsonBeats
#MADGRiM

ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈:
yeah im thinking man 
yeah im thinking man
yeah, yeah im thinking man
yeah im thinking man
yeah, yeah im thinking man, yeah 
i could think of a....yeah
i could think of a.....yeah 
i could think of a.....
i could think of a million ways to come on this shit, but im coming raw just like i fuck her 
now i aint a cowboy and the complextion dont match the shit, but with this belt on bitch call me Chris Tucker 
tote a, tote a big bag like im hitting overtime plays lil bitch, like im OT this demin no jumper 
yeah, shout out Memphis jump to Texas, shout out Mexico yeah they got the vibe its always jumpin 
yeah yeah yup you cannot take MG out the function and if you feeling trippy yeah the punch i put the drugs in 
yeah i guess, yeah the issue aint with you, but its with something 
you input the laziness only bullshit will fuction 
yeah i guess, if you aint really with it you better run it cause MG taking souls and scalps yeah just for fun bitch 
man, they take from him they take from them, then they dipsticks i call them fundip
aromas round me yeah you smell parsley and humus 
yeah, if you know they got you tricked, why you giving money?
man, i sit back and watch this shit it makes me sick, my tummy!
MG, yeah yeah yeah MG, yeah fucking MG 
yeah i usually do not like to write, but i'll express my soul 
man, his wig is sitting way too tight its squeezing on his dome 
we're dealing with the issues, led to burning Rome 
how come we cannot get this shit right? the people want revolt!
man, i fuck with legalized weed, but the fun gone, the fun gone 
now its feeling too permissive, the penalty it kept me humble, kept me humble 
smoking broad day, excuse im venting issues, why you causing trouble?
quick call and no collecta yeah my doctor sent me here 
dispo weed that shit be making me too vicious 
but Mr. Me yeah MG bouta make a killing, with seeds up in my closet grow so tall they touch the ceiling
like im under UV yeah MG's head where the fan spin, just like im Yao Ming i dunk on you, im dapping fans hands
and i drink a fucking 5th, but i throw a 8, feel like Ocho Cinco whatchu think yeah im smoking dank yeah the heavy way 
sigils call the dead so they got a stank, grimace on my face and just so you know the bitter on me lemon lime my waist 
and just so you know the blade up on my Danny Trejo waist 
an the cherries and the double C's on my briefcase, watchu think yeah i pack it up with weed and Alize 
cheap liquor got me feeling better than your D'usse
plus more hunnids in my fucking pocket when i hit the grave 
yeah they live like pharohs, but i die and they still take my things 
truth of the matter yeah complextion dont mean a thing 
yeah im 50/50 but i still smack you a 100 ways 
MG, fucking MG 
50/50 but imma smack you 100 ways 

~𝔐𝔊

cheap liquor and comrades (PROD. Krimson Beats)

#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 i dent 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)

#eros117
#MADGRiM
#Glo


ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈:
yeah i feel my fucking shinnne my glo now 

why you acting like a lil bitch you a whole ho now 

this a dance off, ya man yeah this a hoedown

rhinestones on my coat now i feel just like a rover 

MG, crystal cut my mohawk, comb it over 

gdp my cdg my gross pay never show em 

MG faceless, MAD GRiM face her heart, pour over, plus that boy is pouring put my face onna poster 

yeah, condensation on the grip, but im still holding 

converse, that boy floating! no-clip that boy be smoking 

blunts up in my lungs these runt they keep me hopeful 

yeah i know he died, i aint know him thats why im smoking 

sssipper, siper, tha big sipper, Perrier over tap, tap tap that Pa-Parisian pack 

might have to hit my man Jake aint fuck with the jakes, breathe in weed then Eternal Atake just like my partener say 

im casting Crucio, with poison, yeah the Potter way 

yeah i got these omens homing missles yeah its hard to say 

left them boys with tongue twisters yeah i gaurd the gate 

satnd here all day, LV on my belt, stanced out the Sosa way 

FUCK YOU! nah you cant rap like this, yeah imma teach my kids 

moving like the Philly Shell im sliding off my fists and ribs 

MG couldnt be further away from the industry, feeling me, i think they fuck with me for the fantasy 

i aint really fuck with features yeah i put em on 
i aint really fuck wit cause i smell the treachery
i aint really fuck wit yall, but you like the vibe 
i aint really fuck wit yall this the enemy 
pray 4 pray 4 graceful falls, 1 put in the 9 
im 2 pussy 2 get this shit done i need some wine 
MG, i just need some wine 

~𝔐𝔄𝔇 𝔊ℜ𝔦𝔐

Glo B Tha ENT/ im a rover not nasa (PROD. eros117)

#b0nds
#MADGRiM

ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈:
MG and i aint cut the fan off
no i aint cut the fan off man yo fans soft wtf you put your mans on?
yeah, nowadays the world is looking different 
discifer through the bullshit, keep your finger on the
i dont know bout you, but they aint gonna kill me 
as you take your last your raspy breath you know my phone gon ring 
moving through the street with these converse on my feet,
more like levitating i dont ever crease a shoe or knee 
i charge like bonsai, these rappers branches, now watch me trim shit 
take you like the high tide, blank stare bitch i dont feel shit 
im claustrophobic no infactuation with asphyxiation, but im rolling yeah i'll probably take it yeah i'll probably face it 
and i aint stop when i cough that blood right out my naval 
and i aint stop with the big blunt 80 ounce my table 
table, the black top, the diamonds on the table 
you aint add up to my angel level halo 
gotta demon and she shake it if i say so, how you think the payroll work bitch aint no label 
i confess ima still keep it moving if both my legs broke 
if they think this cheesy, im rapping, i add more queso 
half black, complexion gon beat the case though, i know that shit wrong, but youre seeing that from my angle 
he hate on MG now that boy bleeding and where'd his chain go? 
fuck it i aint gon tap him i aint Kurt Angle
and once the dust gon settle watch us roll the mango 
and watch this magic trick i turn the mary into peso 
and whats up with this shit? why they praising Prada fits? 
man the Coogi on like butter watch me in the tango 
i pass a piece down to my brother, history i rangle 
with the lasso round my neck, memories entagled 
yeah MG, and i dont know bout you MG
yeah, and i dont know bout you, but last time that i checked yeah this rap shit looking reagle, spit evil shit for the people 
like im OG Pumpkin head yeah i kill em but i dont see em 
hes the alter ego yeah you got C and you got MG 
carry cold steel man no prints melt into the heater 
MG, i feel just like Prince in fresh Adidas or River Phoenix slick my hair back this shit too scenic 
smoked out Gusion and the legion, 37 yeah we passing blunts under the steeple 
yuh, and you still hate my people? roll 47 pass em out under the steeple 

~𝔐𝔄𝔇 𝔊ℜ𝔦𝔐

Gatsby im a whole rover shining (PROD. b0nds)

#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)

Jean-Baptiste Grenoullie (PROD. Beats By Nar)

#LDavid
#MADGRiM

love everyone. theres always someone that needs it. worlds bleeding out rn. just hold on. im struggling with how hateful shits getting.but itll get better for everyone, in time.  

ℒ𝓎𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓈:
where i live
yeah, M to the A 
yeah, M to the A, D, G to the R, i, M 
i aint start with them, they aint seeing me, im in the wind 
parcel in the wind to your friend, i aint start with him 
i aint making connections, i aint making friends 
parcel in the wind, they aint seeing me, im hearing them 
im like a hawk i see it all when im soaring 
pain in my scope, a predaor aint my horror 

my stature looking smaller, but imma look way taller when you meet me in the morning, yeah my stature looking taller, statues placed right in the hallway
this mansion like a mine it gone blow and it gon fall away 
like my bones, dont be lying, dont be whining, i rhyme and i rewind the track and then i spit real fine 
im fine and if you ask if im sad, lil bitch im fine 
im happy just look at my smile, im grinnning ear to ear, wall to wall, eye to eye 
yeah, the mattress in the hallway, my back been sore so yeah im on the floor my spine gon fall away 
im walking to the store and you know i took the short way 
i got my hoodie on pulled so tight that i cant talk 
nuts hang in PSD drawers, blade tucked, bitch i aint Somoan
Yung Pumpkinhead, yeah i know he died, but i dont know him, thats why im smoking, i know he died, but i dont know him 
ashes in the open, i chief the mild, but i dont toke it bitch thats how im smoking 
because im hurting yeah im hurting so i keep it open 
i toss a drink back i crink back back yeah im talking
potion offa potion, yeah she know, she bust it open 
yeah, MAD GRiM whippingYung Wizard yeah forget whats in cauldrons 
yeah, forget western cultures, im in Iraq tripping off it 
and MAD GRiM drool to kill these terrorists im tripping off it 
if you taking innosence, your head, im ripping off it 
yeah i leave you dry out in the fields
yeah way past cetaphil 

~MG, 𝘠𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵

MGlorious Yung Pumpkinhead (PROD. L. David)

3sick2immune/ essence of the blessin (PROD. DJA)

2 watchers on me/ dont know the time  (PROD. L. David)

MoneyWorldWorldWide Pt. 4 Art of Teleportation (SplinterCellFlow 3) (PROD. Eros117)

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