Gravediggaz [Rap]

Intro:

You gotta keep saying it
Say Gravediggaz, Gravediggaz
come on say it with me, come on
Gravediggaz, come on

Gravy, yeah, uh huh

(Grymreaper)
You don't pull on Superman's cape
You don't spit into the wind
You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger
and you can't fuck with me and my men - so check it out

Chorus: Ryzarector

Yah, Here come the Gravediggaz -- repeat 3X
(Pray for your mommy)

Verse One: Grymreaper

Boom bit competition ain't shit
Fakin the funk like silicon tits
Left on a level of a skill
or jack the imposer like the Buffalo Bills
They come close but can't win
or do a damn thang, huh
I'm merciless like Maine
As I get the wreck off
I navigate a course like Czechov
Soft MCs you better step off
Will a villain ever learn
I'm killin like a mad germ
I burn MCs like a bad perm
Do not turn
'Cause I got you on my infrared
Once I dead
I pop 'em like a pimple's head
I get up and get down like I was gravity
Cause pains like cavity
Thick like a salary
Flow with little or no skills I kill 'em
My shoes are illa makin a mountain out of a molehill
Chill
Or your ass'll be tooken fast
Crossed in the style like Alice in the lookin glass
You wanna see the Grym get raw
Ay-yo I bust your whole shits in your

Verse Two:

My style's gravy, rough and real
Raise up the rugged on my Gravedigga shield
That's how I deal with the fake frauds
I flow hard
Yo hearthrobs'll get robbed
I come with the wicked one stompin tons
I mud other crap as I wreck your town
Cock my bore to hell
as we dwell
to a ludicrous lunar eclipse
no to exit
I radiate gamma rays at random
I slam 'em
Yo, quick fast like the phantom
Guard my gate
with a passed down cape
You wanna escape
And now ain't no one safe
Check it
as I hit you with a boom from the trigga

Chorus

Verse Three: Rzarector

I learned to burn rap germs like antiseptics
Dem while eats, I piece a music living epic
Words like proverbs
Blended braided so on like a storm or song of king David
Potentially vital, only as the bible
Camel eyes used to worship the false idols
New form of literature, dance to the fiddler
Don't mean to riddle you God
I'm not The Riddler
On super the moon, no, wait for high noon
I'm the other space Doom I be entombed
I don't squawk like a hawk or stalk like a stork
But walk in New York, stay away from pork
Rhymes are by passion
Don't need the hassle
Swingin everything cause I'm king of the castle
Niggas gettin boggled, it scream and squabble
Gravediggaz got the paperback novel
So line by line you should read
Take heed
Or you'll bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed

Chorus: repeat 2X

Pray for your mommy -- 4X

Chorus to fade

Chorus: Rzarector

Danger Danger, Danger Danger
The Graveyard Chamber
Danger Danger, Danger Danger, Danger Danger
The Graveyard Chamber
Danger Danger, Danger Danger
Enter the Graveyard Chamber
Danger Danger Stranger is major
Enter the Graveyard Chamber

Verse One: Grymreaper

Ahh, Here a moan
The night is dark and feel fear
You're lost, cold and confused
But I'm in prayers
Afraid of a beast that stalked the earth
You're bringing the Jesus
It cross don't work (ha ha ha)
I seen your type before
You read all the laws but
you're scared to go to war
Timid and frail why faith got ya geese
Ya stolen the truth and that all your beliefs
Are you aware son
it's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
Grymreap comes with my dangerous tongue
I'm outta control like yo kids with guns
Words that stored in a murderous thoughts
My profile as nasty as maggots in pork
I'm dark and damp
enough to rush amps
with the jaws of a flatbull or rusty can

Partial Chorus

Verse Two: Dreddy Krueger

I be the Bushwick dutchmaster rapper
I love black women and I hate fuckin crackers
Check me yo
My breath stink 'cause I smoke skunk punk
everyday of the month
in a dutchmaster fuckin blunt
Bust the cliche
Niggas talkin he-say-she-say about me
ya bitch-ass-niggas
Y'all not ass, y'all titty
y'all style is shitty
How dare you try to represent New York fuckin City
I been down since BVDs and dew rags
shelltops and shags
I was a little badass with regular and tre bags
Always tryin to get shit I never had
'cause times is bad like luck
That's why I don't give a fuck
I dig up my nose and my butt
on the bus or the train
This is for niggas walkin in the rain
listenin to they walkman(e)
talkin the New York fuckin slang

Partial Chorus

Verse Three: Rzarector

In the streets of New York
bullshit walk, green talks
I be the giant on the top of your beanstalk
waving down your flags
jagged grab niggas with bloody rags
holdin fat bags
takin heavy drags
then I add more shells to the mags
Shots goin off you getin caught like tag
The diamond crystal I be rippin up your flesh tissue
and have my pitbull lockin on your bone gristle
Castin shadows in every battle
I rabble words like scrabble
drag your brain through the gravel
at the speed of sound of ryhme travel
Allow me to dabble
with a flow that's infallable
Maintain your order
as words I slaughter
I destroyed a
whole city like Soddom and Gomorrah
or Babylon
I'm runnin shit like a marathon
Niggas frontin Don
with a set like Frank Avalon

Verse Four: Scientific Shabazz

Shabazz is here to cause panic
Another fuckin madman born to the planet
Sendin niggas to the pearly gates
I'm psyched out
I got screws loose like Norman Bates
Shoot shit up like it's a gallery
Blowin snakes heads off to earn me a salary
Devils choke from the gunsmoke
Once I'm provoked,
I shove a fifth long down ya throat
and let ya taste the steel
Another body unidentified
Shit from the pot is spilled
Ya punk ass'll get out traumaed
I'm swellin devils' melons for my man Farak' Muhammed
Get a crew and try to surround me
and one by one I'll light y'all up
and send ya asses to King's County
Solo pro-morgue supplier
Ya want a nigga bang
Fuck Spenser, 'Bazz for hire

Verse Five: Gatekeeper

Make room the masculine Gatekeeper
kicks suspense in a terrified forms
that keep you warm
You're tensed up
Niggas get wrenched up
on a rock
Mix a whiplash,
bodies are gettin' smashed
So let the volcano blow and erupt
Destruction drift off
Niggas are gettin flipped on
Yeah comin after ya, huh
I only got half a ya
Other part froze in Alaska
While define the feast a high beam
Ghost of a drug fiend
I'm physical dreams
I breathe steam
Thoughts are plutonic
The chronic scripture
angles and riptures
I get ya
Yo, I smash like a comet
Punish tha drain ya

Partial Chorus

Verse Six: Killa Priest

I stalk the face like a leopard
The microphone shepherd
is speakin parables one and two, catch it
The brain counselor, track fertilizer,
the murdalizer
You never heard a wiser
I open heads like the archives
Allow me to explain my brain in the darkside
I strike ya beam
and watch it gleam
I'm solar,
steadfast, patient like Noah
The rap psycho
be the enlightener
Prey upon the weak and strong I'm the sniper
And light that ass like gasoline
I dig through your chest like a jar of vasoline
I leave your brain regurgitating plancid
until your rhymes are exaperated
I clip up a niggas thoughts
with a pool of zodiac signs
and I slowly attack the mind
The Killa Priest will bend your ideas
I see you cry in fear
There's no surviving here

Chorus

Intro: Masta Ase
The Masta, the Ase-Inc
Lost is the ghetto dweller trapped in a cage
There's no way out of the death trap
Chorus: Gatekeeper
You can't come back (back)
no matter what you do when you fall in a death trap
You can't come back (back)
no matter what you do when you fall
Verse One: Gatekeeper
Time and time again life's getting shorter
Fear in the air what appears is the border
A nigga named Stef, was shootin up meth
with some coke, had a stroke, so I chilled for his death
Time has arrived, four-in-one mind
All the sin steppin in on my face there's a grin
Another dumb vic once moved now step
Grabbed em by the wrist, come to the abyss
Meet Katie, abortion was known with this lady
A Ph.D. many degrees, had Mercedes car
She took it to a bar got lit
Like a skunk got drunk, danced rather bumped
Boom, she took the car to the nigga's pad
She didn't want to kick it so the bitch got stabbed
Wrong place and wrong time don't exist no more
or fore, according to the Gravedigga law
So watch what you do 'fore a fool talks back
and behold, riding on your shoulders a Death Trap
Chorus
Verse Two: Ryzarector
This crab named Black, brother sell up crack
And it's a natural fact, in his pockets he had stacks
Bad ass beemer he drove, cause he sold his soul
to get a hold of the chrome and gold
True, he felt good as he walked his hood
Being hunted every night, like a bear in the woods
See cops play the role of a fox
if they catch your ass out on the block, ah
it's back to the penalty box
But Black was the type that was like
Yo fuck the C-cipher
I got to get papes, every night
Trailed but you came for kills
See cipher, ain't the only niggaz on the bill
He had like a quarter mil stashed on him
With the click, came through, and he blasted em
So perhaps you're catchin mad snap like that
nigga Black, smack, but you're caught by the death trap
Chorus - 2X
Verse Three: Grym Reaper
Bitch she had a body like a Lexus Coupe
Her step-father, was robbin the cradle bangin the boots
her heartbeat increased at night she couldn't sleep
Daddy dearest, was bringin her grief between sheets
Deep scars invaded her soul force and mind
Six years of torture started at age nine
At age sixteen already an old maid
it seems, she was caught like Freddy in a bad dream
Meanwhile her body is being defiled
Tellin her mother, only brought a stage of denial
Moms told pops, the low-down
led to a showdown, for a week shit slowed down
But one night overcome by lust
Father Dukes tried to score just one more thrust
He should've held back the RZA got an axe
Gave his dick forty whacks and threw his ass in the death *bang*
(You can't come back)

Sup, this is the Gravediggaz jam session (oh, what's that little riff?)
What's today's date? (todays the 20th)
The 20th (Friday) of May, 1994
We're at (?) Studios
And we'll go like this
Ive got my man BB Frukwan (*laughing* you hear the ?)

Chorus (x2):
G-to-the-R-to-the-A-to-the-V
E-to-the-D-to-the-I-to-the-G
G-to-the-A-to-the-zig-zag-Z
Gravedigga, nigga, 6 feet deep

Verse One: Grymreaper

I floss my teeth on the gospel tracks
I'm not an apostle, but I bring the axe to ya back
I chew and attack
Like Crest on plaque
After that, your world is flack
You drop into a hole
Your mold separates from your soul
Behold, the Gravediggaz told you 'Beware'
But you didn't listen
So now we appear an' eardrums glisten, ha ha
Chorus

Verse Two: Gatekeeper

When I wreck I commence to ditect
Ready to disect so come step alive and die
Next murder is mayhem
Diggin graves is irregular
Treach-orous mangler
Tha Boston Strangler
Heated and trapped in a fury of hate
Daredevil, the rhyme rebel my heart terminates
Subduin and pul-ver-i-zin ya head
Ya bled, fell dead, and your tombstone red
Rza-to-the-recta, Grym-to-the-reap
Unda-to-the-taker, Gate-to-the-keep
Creepin thru tha ghettos and the slums and streets
Gravedigga, nigga, 6 feet

Verse Three: Rzarector

Darkness shall fall upon y'all
who slept on the styles
that crept thru tha door
The grave behave we come to save
so don't be afraid of the dark
We spark like light ignite
excite, excite is right, is right
Come follow the life
And see what I see and be what I be
Tha G-to-the-R-to-the-A-to-the-V
Chorus

Verse Four: Undertaker

In the mind I come with the sparks from the attic
Yet psychopathic brain tracks is tragic
Twist lifting mist like riff of a Taurus
Deep in tha forest, I slay for tha porridge
Yet is gold, ya die slow like a tortoise
Deep in my chorus, ya result Diggamortis
Let me see I'm castin disease
Contrary, yet some fairy 'cause ya bleed
Chorus

Verse Five: Rzarector

Demonic, ya sonic is bangin like chronic
and niggas be audi faster than Sonic
Blubonic, plutonic ya best look up on it
Beast bein programmed ASR Ensoniq
Styles compiled for miles and childs
Bodies and owls and upside-down smiles
Reflect, catch wreck from sun-moon sect
Paradex sheds light then thought reflects
Chorus

Verse Six: Grymreaper

I came on the scene
in a wheel that Ezekiel seen
to exploit your flaws like Philistines
Look in the sky, oh my, it is I
No alibi, so don't even try
to feed me swine
And Grymreaper's mind is so refined
I'm deep, I'm deep, I'm deep
as a hill or a cliff or a steep
incline at the bottom of an ocean reef

(ice cube) oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
It ain't over motherf**kers
(no shit!)

(rza)

As we enter, the beginning of the end
(the sounds you are about to hear, may be devestating to your ear)
The end, of the beginning
Fr-from the pits, from the, ark
It ain't over, aiain't never gonna be over!
We got the paul newman!
Grave, gravediggaz!
The shadow, the dark side
Wh-when you least expect
Uh-under the bed!
Lurking, lurking! yeah, forever
Gatekeeper
Grym reaper


Ryzarector
Undertaker
There's-the-there's nowhere to run
No-nowhere to hide
It's a suicide, a suicide
'cause we got the constant elevation, constant, constant
So witness the diary of a madman
Come come, as we bring the sorceress, the sorceress
(I love it, I love it I love it!)
Pass-pa-pass the shovel kid
We gotta dig another grave
One, eight hundred, suicide

(gate keeper)
The world it ain't safe it ain't safe no more
The world it ain't safe no more
(repeats until track vanishes)

Gravediggaz *gravediggaz* gravediggaz!

Verse one:

Back in the getto it reained for 40 days
Ear like slain but I can't show no pain,
Headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket
Pain killers can't touch it
Yo, what my little brothers gone
Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart
We shared the good and the bad times
When ma broke out to the store
It was half time
I remember she came back
And we'd get beatings with the
[fuck know's but it sounds like high wheeled track!]
I felt the hurt from your own predicament
Lost your scholarship
Can't play pro ball with torn ligaments
Career suddenly ended
Your goals are offended
Suicide deft tips recomended to try
But you and I verse as we bless the earth
So let us pour the wine preventing suicide

Verse two:

Nicole's torn away from home at age 12
In search of herself she found and angel of hell
Who decieved her like eve
And convinced her to leave
Her family
You can see she was very naive
The fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts
In a club with no culture
Soon she was forced
Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans
To please her saviour jim jones
Her pop's was a ex-marine
Him and his team
Got m-16's so they could blow up the scene
They parachuted in
Started shooting men
Recruited by jim
Grabbed nicole and threw her in
To the trunk
She was that close to drinking the punch
And realized
False prophets lead to suicide

Verse three:

I was born at the bed of dawn
Surrounded by men with horns
Wicked forms
But still I was happy to be born
I grew up in a house of ten
A mouse a men plus the vultures [fuck knows!]
Lacking oxygen
Every night I dreemed I saw ghosts
Babies crying, uncles dying, ma's trying
Pop's lyin ma's going across his head with a frying pan
Me and my man
Made plans
To boot the land and raise a fam (illy)
But my man stands six feet in a box covered with sand
Tears are dropping
Dropping all

Pull it back erase it kid
But I figure
That I got a little rza

Genocide homicide you won't figure this out till you die
It's a suicide