Dedicated

MF Grimm - "Dedicated to My Family"

[Emcee(s): MF Grimm

[Producer(s): MF Grimm

"This is dedicated to, dedicated to" - Sample

From MF Grimm - "This Goes Out to You" (x2)

"Alright, this goes out to you" -

Sample from J Dilla - "The Underground"

"This is dedicated to, dedicated to" - Sample

From MF Grimm - "This Goes Out to You" (x2)

"Fuck Roc" - Sample from J Dilla - "The Underground"

When it come to war, there will be some casualties

Manhattan is the Game of Death and cops are referees

I'm dwelling on my life like I'm Kevin from The Wonder Years

A lot of friends died, and I'll try to hold back the tears

Fuck pouring beer, I give 'em bloodshed instead

'Cause so many died, I have to pour a keg

New York is hot under the collar

It's so easy to die, but it's hard to make a dollar

Screaming from the Desert is the Eagle—make it holler

Plus we got the street sweepers, so run in fear

If we can't have no money, then the block is getting cleared

My family call me "MF"—that mean "Mad Flows"

You better buy my album 'cause yo, Grimm ain't with no shows

Nah, kid, I'll be with a cutie in my house, and

Want me to do a show? Then yo, put up twenty thousand

Fuck promo. Mad Flow only rhyme

For double-digit dough and two bottles of Mo'

I really do think Earth is undercover Hell

'Cause rain never drops, only blood and bullet shells

But yet and still, my fam remains strong

Life isn't short, death is so fucking long

What would I do? Where would I be?

Without my fucking crew, a.k.a. my family

Some passed away, now they're living up above

But not even death can separate the love

Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic

Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet

Some passed away, now they're living up above

But not even death can separate the love

Friends from the cradle to the grave, hoping for old age

But the stage of age never came, and, um

Where I'm from, niggas die young

But we all know real niggas never die

I want to meditate, breathe in, release steam

Subconscious take control, quantum leap through my dreams

I put my nine on the shelf and try to meditate and find myself

But, yo, I still can't find me

Life's a tape—stop, play, and just rewind me

Push record and let me cry

I prayed to God as a child, but, as a man, I only pray to die

Holograms of horror through headphones

On virtual reality, my brain is the dead zone

Rappers in my hemisphere, prepare—the end is near

The Reaper's here to interfere and flip a nightmare like

The keys, chop dreams down to ounces

Feet that move to my beats, but the human head be bouncing

I'm living in a stress box, every day's the same

(What you want, kid?) I want the money—fuck the fame

What would I do? Where would I be?

Without my fucking crew, a.k.a. my family

Some passed away, now they're living up above

But not even death can separate the love

Half the crew is black, the others are Hispanic

Showing unity and causing havoc on this planet

Some passed away, now they're living up above

But not even death can separate the love

To all my niggas

This is dedicated to, dedicated to

All my motherfucking brothers in the streets

This is dedicated to, dedicated to

All my motherfucking brothers in the streets

This is dedicated to, dedicated to you

All my motherfucking brothers in the streets

And I got one thing to say: Mayor Giuliani

You won't step to Harlem when a brother's slain

To ease a mother's pain, but you can make it to a Rangers game