| May I kick a little something? | 
| To show niggas I can flow and get the party pumping | 
| May I kick a little something? | 
| What you gonna break ‘em off, Grimm? | 
| A little something | 
| Day By Day drama, cats dream about gatting | 
| Manhattan Dali Lama, golden light armor | 
| Pray rain retreat, become calmer | 
| One time too low, Mad Flow Unabomber | 
| Almost died having me—thank you to my momma | 
| She named me Percy Carey—that's universal | 
| Known for showing love and busting pistols | 
| Street-affiliated, graduated, play with plastic | 
| Explosions exact, in fact, more drastic | 
| Impact crack, scrambled eggs made with autos | 
| Richter scale 7, Highway Heaven | 
| News at 11, film shows you | 
| And you crew all dead and hard like pork rinds | 
| Remote switches, security mind’s on bitches | 
| Wearing your shoes and spending your riches | 
| Save my life? | 
| Those are dead man wishes | 
| Take my life? | 
| Sleep with the fishes | 
| Luca Brasi, track bassy, cripple devil | 
| Verbal level’s Kevin Spacey | 
| Retire emulator, flow like water | 
| Spit fire, call smoke purple hazing | 
| View half-dead, but half-man, half-amazing | 
| Um, they hope Perc' disperse | 
| Got ‘em rewriting rhymes, ripping up their verse | 
| Cursing causes whole crew head-bopping | 
| Catching attitudes ‘cause niggas ain’t stopping | 
| You shocked? | 
| The fuck you expect? | 
| Grimm’s rocking | 
| Manhattan keep on making it, got bitches shaking it | 
| Money in circles, 360 raking it | 
| U-N-I verse, in God we trust | 
| Drive bys in traffic, high when I bust | 
| Suppressor on nozzle, no one hear us | 
| I love those who sleep and don’t fear us | 
| Left dead at the light, slumped to the right | 
| More we go, you checking in tonight | 
| Family stressed out, loved ones tight | 
| Going back to Cali to take this flight | 
| Love the Big Apple, and I’ma take a bite | 
| Day By Day, for my life I fight | 
| To God I pray that someone might | 
| Hear my skills, hit me with mills and | 
| Pay my bills so I don’t kill | 
| Sitting in prison, I’m facing life | 
| Changed the game, snitches live so trife | 
| Judge acting like I just fucked his wife | 
| In his bed and drank his wine and | 
| She gave me head, so he’s giving me time | 
| Inside of here, I’m going out my mind | 
| Bouncing off brick walls, sun don’t shine | 
| Push-ups and chess help me unwind | 
| ‘Cause I’m in a bind and I can’t rewind | 
| So I hit fast-forward, hope I get signed | 
| A friendly game of baseball, home run denied | 
| Said my bat had too much tar from pine | 
| Tap umpire jaw, gave me a fine | 
| Thirty days in the hole, in the dark I dine | 
| Dreams of being free and go claim what’s mine | 
| Dreams of being free and go claim what’s mine | 
| May I kick a little something? | 
| To show niggas I can flow and get the party pumping | 
| May I kick a little something? | 
| What you gonna break ‘em off, Grimm? | 
| A little something |