D.I.Y.M. (исполнитель: Darwin's Waiting Room)
D.I.Y.M. How many mc's must get dissed? Yo, [bad word] let me speak on this I be that lyricist, pugilist with an educated fist Evolutionist forced to exist on a black list [bad word] and dismissed, I resist to play the backseat No boy from Backstreet, I'm intellectually elite My mind moves faster than Michael Johnson at a track meet Stepping over those under me like concrete Smaller than gnomes, shatter your thoughts like brittle bones [bad word] feeble domes like El Nino did to mobile homes Lamp posts get ripped apart when I envade with my tirade Like Cat in the Hat during the Macy's Day Parade Worthy of an accolade instead portrayed as a charade Conveyed as an Al Jolson with a mammy serenade Guilty of being white and out of step like Minor Threat But I'm a major threat not willing to forgive and forget Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills not my color or race Judge me on skills, say that [bad word] to my face Say that [bad word] to my face Say that [bad word] to my face Say that [bad word] to my face Say that [bad word] to my face Grimm, my pseudonym, I'm an mc not a singer Put more dents in the game than the face of Wayne Hyzienga Scarlet Lettered, fettered as a wigger, just a wannabe Beset with every epithet, can't get the best of me People used to giggle and laugh, clear a path I'm [bad word] obstacles like Jeremy McGrath Those who used to raise an eyebrow, kowtow Had no respect for you then, got no respect for you now My spectacular vernacular suspends disbelief You went from verbose [bad word] silent as the chief Our time is brief, I hope no one forgets me I've got goals to achieve before I leave like Gretzky But I'll never retire until I see this thing through To imbue my point of you, challenging you like K2 My forte is to foray with the words I say So clear the way [bad word] cause I'm here to stay