Tick Tick
MF Grimm feat. MF Doom Lyrics


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Walk the path of Jesus, witness if Hell freezes
The mind teases reality, crack the pieces
Nothing eases, being chastise with blood baptize
Guys revise, acknowledge past lives
Statements will be made, acknowledge me
My mind is Heaven's gate so enter me
My mind is the gate to Hell, so try to flee
Both gates look the same, which will it be?
Demons scream from thought process
Enter semen, child born, stress
Body want to sleep but the mind can't rest
Measure pleasure through financial progress
When it come to currency, love is nonexistent
Foes multiply, friends become so distant
Some hope you die, backstab in an instant
Foes I despise, disguised as allies
To sabotage, camouflage
Loyalty is lies
To see God, look into my eyes
To see the Devil, then you look into my eyes
(As I rise from Hell's equator)

Cause I'mma slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
Metal Fingers feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat 'em up
Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow it up
Brainsick, tick, tick, tick, MF blow it up
Slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
Metal Fingers feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat it up
Speed it up, slow it up, speed it up, slow it up
Brainsick, tick, tick, tick, MF blow it up

Take air, compress it, bless it
Mix loops like Ku Klux
MF don't give two fucks
Nigga, quarterback blitz, popped, quickly fumble
Leave game with concussion, seeing stars and mumbles
This happens to any emcee that wants to rumble
Dynasties destroyed like Carringtons and Colbys
Noise, reduced, MF thinks in Dolby
Chop that ass in half like Obi-Wan Kenobi
Greatest of all time, God straight up told me
Greatest of all time, the Devil even told me
Icicles on surfaces of sun, we livin' coldly
Prophets be phony
And we attack, we switch like the Wu Tang symbol
Still kill Jack even though quick and nimble, plain and simple
Pick niggas off while they ballin'
And die old like Stalin
Yes, Death, I hear you callin', I accept collect
Human sacrifice, must pay respect
We catch reck, nigga, we catch reck
And we gonna

Cause I'mma slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
Metal Fingers feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat 'em up
Speed 'em up, slow 'em up, speed 'em up, slow it up
Brainsick, tick, tick, tick, MF blow it up





Boom
MF Grimm, MF DOOM

Overall Meaning

In the song "Tick tick," MF Grimm featuring MF Doom ponders the duality of life and death as well as good and evil. The lyrics paint a picture of the struggle of life, with the mind constantly teasing reality and demons screaming from the thought process. The song suggests that the path to heaven and hell is not always clear and that the fate of an individual is determined by their choices. The lyrics could also signify the state of society, with people becoming more distant and lacking loyalty, and the financial and material gains becoming the key measure of success. The lyrics then move towards the end of the song where the artists express their acceptance of death and their ultimate fate in life.


The chorus of "Tick tick" refers to the ticking of a clock or a time bomb, reflecting the urgency of making the right decisions and the power dynamic between life and death. The verses talk about various themes, including religion, the struggle for success, society's issues such as betrayal and deceit, and the inevitability of death.


Overall, the lyrics of "Tick tick" are poetic, insightful and contemplative, while also being introspective and thought-provoking.


Line by Line Meaning

Walk the path of Jesus, witness if Hell freezes
Challenge the norms of the world that one believes in, and observe if the impossible becomes possible


The mind teases reality, crack the pieces
The mind plays with the perception of the real world, and shatters it into pieces


Nothing eases, being chastise with blood baptize
There is no escape from punishment, and it is more like a spiritual cleansing process that requires bloodshed


Guys revise, acknowledge past lives
People reexamine their past lives and come to terms with it


Statements will be made, acknowledge me
The artist wants to be recognized for their contributions


My mind is Heaven's gate so enter me
The singer thinks of themselves as the gateway to heaven, and wants others to follow them


My mind is the gate to Hell, so try to flee
The singer can lead someone to hell if they follow them, therefore one should avoid them


Both gates look the same, which will it be?
The choice between heaven and hell is difficult since the signs are not apparent


Demons scream from thought process
The artist's mind is filled with negative thoughts that haunt them


Enter semen, child born, stress
The process of childbirth is painful, and it generates anxiety


Body want to sleep but the mind can't rest
The physical body is tired, but the mental state is still active and engaged in thought


Measure pleasure through financial progress
The pursuit of wealth is viewed as a source of happiness


When it come to currency, love is nonexistent
Material possessions take priority over love, and the two cannot coexist


Foes multiply, friends become so distant
Opposition increases while friendships deteriorate


Some hope you die, backstab in an instant
Certain individuals are looking to harm the singer, and they may do so without any hesitation


Foes I despise, disguised as allies
The artist hates the people who pretend to be their friends but are actually their enemies


To sabotage, camouflage
The people who pretend to be their friends are the ones who cause damage


Loyalty is lies
The idea of loyalty is an illusion, and people cannot be trusted


To see God, look into my eyes
The singer thinks of themselves as a representation of God, and people can learn about God through them


To see the Devil, then you look into my eyes
The artist is also a representation of the Devil, and people can learn about evil through them


(As I rise from Hell's equator)
The artist is likened to hell, and they are emerging from it at this moment


Cause I'mma slow it up, speed it up, slow it up, speed it up
The artist is flexible in their approach to music


Metal Fingers feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat 'em up
The singer is known for their unique sound


Take air, compress it, bless it
The process of making music is akin to an act of religious significance


Mix loops like Ku Klux
The singer mixes sounds and creates beats in an extraordinary way


MF don't give two fucks
The singer doesn't care about anyone else's opinion


Nigga, quarterback blitz, popped, quickly fumble
The singer is confident in their abilities and can take down anyone who opposes them


Leave game with concussion, seeing stars and mumbles
The opponent will be left dazed and confused after their defeat


This happens to any emcee that wants to rumble
This is what happens to every rapper who wants to challenge the artist


Dynasties destroyed like Carringtons and Colbys
Rapper's careers are short-lived like soap operas


Noise, reduced, MF thinks in Dolby
The singer's mind is clear and focused on creating music of the highest quality


Chop that ass in half like Obi-Wan Kenobi
The artist can cut down any opponent with ease, just like a mighty Jedi warrior


Greatest of all time, God straight up told me
The artist believes that they are the best rapper of all time, and God has confirmed it


Greatest of all time, the Devil even told me
The Devil also acknowledges that the artist is the greatest rapper of all time


Icicles on surfaces of sun, we livin' coldly
Life is harsh and unforgiving


Prophets be phony
Religious leaders are hypocritical and fake


And we attack, we switch like the Wu Tang symbol
The singer and their friends are unpredictable, just like the Wu Tang symbol


Still kill Jack even though quick and nimble, plain and simple
The singer can defeat anyone in their path, regardless of their speed or agility


Pick niggas off while they ballin'
The singer attacks their opponents when they are at their most vulnerable


And die old like Stalin
The artist will outlive anyone who opposes them


Yes, Death, I hear you callin', I accept collect
The artist acknowledges their mortality and is prepared for death when it comes


Human sacrifice, must pay respect
Sacrifices are expected in order to achieve greatness


We catch reck, nigga, we catch reck
The singer and their friends are hard to stop, and they will continue to be successful


Metal Fingers feed beats, Grimm Reaper eat 'em up
The artist's music is unique and fed by creativity


Speed it up, slow it up, speed it up, slow it up
The artist is flexible in their approach to making music


Brainsick, tick, tick, tick, MF blow it up
The artist's music is like a bomb, and it will explode with intensity




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Written by: Daniel Dumile Thompson, Percy L Carey

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