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from Demon Knight (데몬 나이트) by Ed Shearmur [ost] (1994)
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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 |
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from Tales From The Hood by Christopher Young [omnibus, ost] (1995)
Intro:
Yeahhh This is a story That there are deep, situations, everybody go through in life (It's something that we go through) You know, it's that inside part of you that you don't tell nobody about YaknowhatI'msayin? From that inside, that dark space inside you (It's something that we go through) From that darker, that inner side of you It's from the dark side Verse One: Fruitkwan/Gate Keeper Blaow blaow! No more knocks at your doors It's just about to explode, hit the floorrrrrrrr I come from a triple blood-shedding Spreading, my heading, straight from Armageddeon It's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Once you get slapped by the dark side I was attacked, not clever to react Small as a peep, I was deep in solar facts My escapade level swelled Threw up, fell I grew up, five blocks from Hell I'm used to seeing the grass grow black Medaling pushing pedaling kids that pushed cracks Murderers leavin they traces Ya wasted, permitted destroying the human races Fuckit I'm bringin ruckus To brothers an APB out on the next Fredrick Douglass I'm sort of a saint, you think I ain't With skills to paint, with my third eye You're tranked... ...from the dark side Interlude: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector We expressing feelings, we expressing our dark feelings So my feelings may be deeper than his or his feelings may be deeper than mines But it's all in the expressing of a feeling (from the dark side) Chorus: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind You're dumb AND deaf AND blind Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper In a time when every preacher large and small shall fool them Using Revelations, as my crystal ball I see more hordes of warlords who so hard they forgot the graveyard TERRAIN, scar tissues of BRAINS Be all illuminating soon the Illuminati platoons of Satan lay waitin to slay men Save your, amens, awaken The reason that Grym is God I escape through your synagogues And gave the EGYPTIANS, ancient INSCRIPTIONS Leaks into CHRISTIANS, turn all the facts into fictions Here comes the Reaper with the shot to your system I chop religions that concoct the vision Feel the incision of the sword that's piercing your third eye Coming straight from the dark side ...from the dark side Chorus Gravediggaz... ...in the dark side Coming to take you... ...from the dark side back to the light ...from the dark side you're in the dark side (yeah) we're in the dark side you're in the dark side we're in the dark side you're in the dark side they're in the dark side we're all in the dark side You're dumb and deaf and blind (it's something that we goin through) (from the dark side) You're dumb and deaf and blind You're dumb and deaf and blind in the dark side Yeah, Gravediggaz |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
Verse One: Too Poetic/Grym reaper
Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo... Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists be poundin on your head like jackhammers You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out with just a few scars when the beating ends The streets (sniff) let ya breathe again But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this My sword hits the human orb until it orbits In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer Grym will mentally chop your career See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Rzarector Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible Water-walker, immune to all physical torture Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic The imperial - material's venerial MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus Cause war like the grandson of Kush I'm hangin devil's heads on a evergreen bush Sugar-frosted sorceresses bitches get exhausted Pussy lips be drippin, like leaky faucets Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece You get stampeded by the wildabeast A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me Potentially, I have the key to make G's MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the fruit with the trees Killa bees spread rapid like diseases See it's, like the second comin of Jesus, of Nazareth be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope Niggaz realize they just can't cope The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc Verse Three: Frukwan/Gatekeeper I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish My science is divided deep into your central nervous Pervert area codes peep this murder I'm boxed-in, suckin hologram tits, inhalin oxygen Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm Physical existence is descendants of Allah I travel at high rates, Weaker men are primates That either migrate or get burnt to the stake I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetimene My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco Flush em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah with traction, flashin a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus Turmoil boilin appointed, niggaz rubbin off my style like a ointment Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara Rahh! Bearer, Digestin minerals in abundance Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
(Gatekeeper)
In '97 don't be alarmed, Gravediggaz drop (Da Bomb! Da Bomb! Da Bomb!) G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!) I, double G, A to the zig zag Z Droppin' (Da Bomb!) (Grym Reaper) Ay yo I really hate snakes I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face But that would be exhibitin' the same weak traits Shit is deep like bass, enemies get beat, lock breaks From dusk to dawn I thrust upon the scene Always conscious I was born supreme No wonder I run with a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine thousand convicts Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets With nullified beef and combat swamp rats And ghetto playgrounds where scenes is tragic Everyday seein' decayin' brown fabrics (Da Bomb!) A thirty pound addict with a hundred dollar day habit True Master! Broadcast the havocism I'm babblin' Mic's turnin' to javelins Stabbin' MCs in the abdomen and laughin' at 'em (Hahahahaha!) (Gatekeeper) Gravediggaz a cannibal for swoops and bats Sweat rocks as the jock and they counter react Occupation i'm a blizzard, Gate Keep freak the reason For the break, I been around as long as the Rza The ripper, graveyards known for plenty more Rugged raw, puttin' hardcore kicks on double doors Your future's at stake, big mistake You moved! (Da Bomb!) Mmm-mm you can't escape, checkmate The flashy nigga, underground digga Nigga think his head big enough, I make it bigga The trank, I bust all blank, when I intake There forsake, my lyrics are fatter then Phil Brakes The bed rocker, snatch doctor This little Bagandian vodka I'm Phantom of the Opera Check it, the mic is my crystal ball And when I'm on it I'm open like a pore You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at While you bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!) Mmmm now what you gonna do, kid Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!) Mmmm to my bigga niggas Representing Gravediggaz worldwide stars drop the (Da Bomb!) Mmmm don't be alarmed Your persona ain't on from the three alarm from the (Da Bomb!) G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!) I, double G, A to the zig zag Z Droppin' (Da Bomb!) (Grym Reaper) I possess intellect to reflect One of the best flows Within the metro-politan Got more styles than a Chinaman Anywhere ya find the Grym My mind I bring Disaster to areas Faster than spots in Iraq that got blown from aircraft carriers Carry your whack ass outta my war zone Or get slapped in the jaw bone From the megawatts of the raw pone Missed the tour rooms through Cities and stadiums, halls and Paladiums All over the Mediteranean Seas I'm terrorizin' MCs like an Iranian Seizin' a Boeing 747 24/7 we're flowin' professionally You see spots keep glowin' at the Gravediggaz showin' We master the art exceptionally (Gatekeeper) No doubt when I precipitate the walls vibration Thought skies cover your fake ass lacerations Check it, forever your rest, black hood the event Brothers in the New York streets that represent Squeeze ya coal, 32 below Send a chill through your bow Catch your fuckin' nerve like a snow cone You get stuffed like an envelope, yo Won't even think twice, I'll slice the fuckin' rope Save your salvation Ruin your reputation Get ready for a brief devastation Forty clicks up the creek If I hear a squeek The nigga Gate Keep never ever retreats Brooklyn street perpendicular The order for manslaughter is vehicular Terrified flashbacks Gaspin' for your airsac The mere factor of unleashin' my second chapter You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at While your bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!) Now what ya gonna do kid Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!) (Da Bomb!) Yo, Gravediggaz, The Undertaker, Gate Keep, Rzarector, Grym Reap Collectively droppin' (Da Bomb!) G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!) I, double G, A to the zig zag Z |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
*Chorus*
Behind the ghetto plains, the warfare reign Must we be the bearer of bad terror the mystery behind the unexplained... Let us pound it through your brains (through your brains) (Too Poetic/Grym Reaper) Yo I'm the immovable object, that dwells up in your project Deeper than mob threats, the Reaper's on the set Each word spring a cold current, to hurt niggaz like old warrants, make an MC, life insurance plots unfold that rock moles and rock souls My title be the sniper inside of the foxhole Data, scientifical, not just the typical waste matter my third eye expands my periphreal See I, only attack, savage animals Damage em, horizontally plus diagonal Ain't nothin be traumatical my squadron buries the beast, underneath, the New York City Botanical Garden, I'm the Adam and the, Eve of Destruction In volcanic eruption, biological dust be turnin into anatomical rust, reastonishing crush Ash to ash, dust to dust (all together) Check the smoky branch camouflage, geared down for warfare Save your career if you walk here, the New York air assaults mortals, through they ear portals Nowhere to hide when we caught you in the crosshairs *Chorus* (Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper) Gaze upon the stars, Allah U Akbar Gomer Oz Dumar, Gatekeep shine rays upon the Gods Diamond crystal lens mind reflects above the sword above the head, damage your God-body Judge Dredd Nuff said, silence acts relentless brutal when attack A hundred times, more power, poundin media shower I confront you wise man or spring off like Geechie Dan in a land, enchanted by crystal been in galactic meant potential, potent, mine increases through the smokin Balance a dextraphobin high explosive explosions Week Omega, I amputate your lever dissect your pever Make your diva deep, throw off my second teaser Activate off thought waves, picked up by moray eels makin you distill back to earth like a astro In a light fluffy form called snow... Gravediggaz nigga *Chorus* |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
(Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector)
As long as you got mentally dead people Who are living in a mental death Meaning living in a mental grave you need somebody to dig that grave up and bring them back to life There's no chance for a physical dead but there's chance for the mentally dead (Yo, one two one two two) So we gonna come and resurrect them That's why they call me the Ryzarector I'm out to resurrect the mental dead, by diggin up they graves Bringin em back to the surface Niggaz is caught up in the midst of six You better grab ahold of your crucifix And this is it, the black God exists Can you understand this? Let me teach you a lesson, yo The pre-existance of the mathematical biochemical equations The manifestations of God, Earth Air Fire and Water which are in it's basic formation, solid liquid and gases that caused the land masses, and the space catalyst and all matter that exists and is dense Third dimension, that must be observed through physical comprehension It takes a nerve to be struck, wisdom is the wise poet spoken to wake up, the dumb who've been sleeping The fourth dimension is time, it goes inside the mind Run the channels energized up through the back of your spine So observe as my G energy strikes a vital nerve One swerve of the tongue it pierces like a sword through the lung Have you not heard, that words kill as fast as bullets when you load negative thoughts, to the chamber of your brain And your mouth pulls the trigger that propels wickedness straight from Hell From the pits of your stomach where negativity dwell I searched the East coast and West coast down and most found the small towns is like ghost towns, everybody moves slowed down From Uptown to Bucktown give a fuck now Shaolin gots the crown And cops'll still serve you from Jamaica Ave. to Myrtle And cats carry more shells than turtles Brooklyn Down Park Hill pussies unfertile Buy wholesale never retail get females in deep spells If you eat well, you sleep well Send enemies to Hell What makes hair skin epidermis fingernail Regenerate, when everything else disintegrate A teflon vest so bullets can't penetrate On the corner of my block there stood this old man A black immigrant from the land of Sudan Who used to tell stories to the children in the building But never had a dollar to keep his pocket filled in He bombed he knew Deuteronomy the science of Astronomy But didn't know the basic principles of economy I say the wise man don't play the role of a fool The first thing a man must obtain is Twelve Jewelz Knowledge Wisdom Understanding to help you achieve Freedom, Justice Equality Food Clothing and Shelter After this, Love Peace and Happiness He had the nappiest head, I told him total satisfaction is to achieve one goal in the scheme of things He who works like a slave, eats like a king |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
This is the story of three little pigs
N' the projected damage that they did Pig number one was white Thought everything he did was right The pigology itself Pink skin terror N' wealth, just hoggin' shit up for self Rolled up on a pig named Swine A brown-skinned pig convinced him they was one of a kind The swine fell for the short tail But no way in hell was Earth that stale Stone chicken eggs, hid 'em in the mud that they laid When it hatched, it was chicks of another shade The stone age, the origin o' AIDS in the bone age There was a pig, skin was black He cleaned up the swine N' they filthy acts If not they was be forced to set back But trouble come first, stale shit got worse Consumers of swine are now cursed The exile meant from 'Bylon, after three on The shores of North America's hoof When they celebrated Thanksgiving with the wolf Chorus: When I was young (When I was young) They was feedin' me fairytalez (They was feedin' me fairytalez) N' this goes on (N' this goes on) Until I'm old N' gray (Until I'm old N' gray) When I was young (When I was young) They was feedin' me fairytale |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
(Grym Reaper (Gatekeeper))
(Black woman) She's never gonna come back (Princess) She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) Yo, yo Just knowin she's never gonna come back I heard the gun clap I heard the gun clap She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) (Grym Reaper) Yo I saw the woman I love colored in blood War is hell, I cut shells, was then covered in mud As four ships hovered above, my heart griefs But at least she didn't take the mark of the beast Rest in peace boo If I blessed then I'ma meet you on the other side But for now I gotta slide Through physical mindfields Miserable is how my mind feels knowin it's long time to heal Shit is real Another black mold in a hole God rest your soul as you travel back home I'll carry your essence in the thoughts I'm manifestin As pleasent memories outshine my depression My physical stress says it's time to rest Bein chased by the devil tryin to take my breath Ain't a place on the Earth that you can't get touched If I get bucked let my melanin rust hit the dust (Grym Reaper (Gatekeeper)) She's never gonna come back (The queen, the princess) She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) Yo, yo Just knowin she's never gonna come back I heard the gun clap I heard the gun clap She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) (Gatekeeper) Yo my boo was hard as corn liquor when we met Livin jet set, everything connect Fitted like a seam double stitched If I had a scratch she knew where to find the itch Many warm hugs and soapy back rubs Candlelight's held tight at the hips every night My soul is cold boo, I can't abandon ship Cause of false reactions, I miss you with a passion Your new being represents a universal mean So rise like cream black queen Unfortunately you died in my arms From a stray bullet from afar That ripped through the car My dreams are intense with very little sense My pretense cracked to find an honor like a track boo I wanna follow in persuit What I got to do, what I got to do (Grym Reaper (Gatekeeper)) She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) Yo, yo, yo Just knowin she's never gonna come back I heard the gun clap I heard the gun clap She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) She's never gonna come back Yo, yo, yo Just knowin she's never gonna come back When I heard the gun clap I heard the gun clap She's never gonna come back (I never find another honor like a track) (Grym Reaper) Another casuality of war and the black-on-black crime saga More drama for the ghetto More human bodies ignited by metal Yo, once they gone they never come back Yo |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
(Rza)
The pit, the pit (Ohhhh my!) Yo, 1, 2 Dun dunna dunna dun. All ya'll mentally dead muthafuckas. We come to break ya'll some information and ressurect you from the mentality of fool in this. Yo, yo. (Rza) We come away and chop the heads of these snakes It's better off they dyin in a pit fulla snakes Mistake inside your self, that be the first head you take It's better off you dyin in a pit fulla snakes (Rza) The marijuana got my karma glowin Gold armor, surround my body I'm reachin a high state of nirvana But wanna chop and imitate To bite, the livin spirits Golden livin tablets Transmitted by the Abbot Blood related king to King David's mighty men I appear in the atmosphere like nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon dioxide, helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone I travel beyond The range where sick sounds grave You can't respond Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic Hand picked Gods Razor sharp be my standard Breakin from bondage and white garments Eye ball as black as onyx Hair gonna grow as long as a comet's tail Escape from Hell Watch the Gods be real What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes? Goin through crisis, or mad devices I thought girls was made of sugar and spices Always wanted to fuck 'em like Isis While others bow down, Percival, Cyrus I'm inside my lab stabbin rhymes on black papyrus Your weight couldn't measure a snow flake How you gonna shine on a God while you rotate I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs, your kneecap Back smack your ass bitch And splatter your gall bladder My mathematical data Terror far beyond the stars of William Shatner The rattler can't deport on my speed of thought Then escape New York in East London or import (Gatekeeper) Stronger currents than my brains runnin rapid Hereditary practice pierce hoes through metal jackets War commander Niggas get caught up in the exhaust pipe Get the frost right or suffer frost bite Isle of the King Maniac barbarian, sort of Romanian Underground, subterranean Five stepper grandson of Nefar The rest of ya'll heffers, thimble Ya'll resembled Uncle Fester God biding escape Through telepathic gates Integrate, causin one mind to elevate Stagnate competition, like an earthquake Causin the earth to shake On release day, diggin more graves Master 4 tay or black cherries block Freshly picked out the cemetary, bear the plot Chorus (Grym Reaper) Yo, projectiles lace the project ailes Organic, saw panic when I wreck shit and smile With more props than New York City got blocks I cripple your whole knot till your air drip of snot First encounter of Hell, is facin Grym Lacin human shells with radiation untill cell mutation begins to permeate flesh Like skins bein pressed And barb wire, steel mesh As 200 nerve endings record the pain I cut like the Wu-Tang sword hittin the brain The main issue for invasion of your brain tissue Is your dismissal, nigga I reign official I lack fear like a black bear Slash your chest area open And have the whole world soakin within your hemoglobin Then blast, your lyrics be on face and astrophysics You couldn't be your ... if you were Noriega's chemist Bustin' the mic like Brooklyn fire hydrants in the summer Bangin like a Forerunner Lyrically my formula is C-4 to the third power Of ice, fire, and water This equation causes manslaughter Torture upon the microphone With the type of poem The strikes like a poem with a baseball bat Why waste the track, I'm better than all of that! |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
(Grym Reaper)
I want a queen on every continent So I can escape the government, flee my residence, settle in I'm militant minded, brilliant rhyme whiz The time is now for me to shine, kids are innocent Blinded, society got to be reminded of my diary Cause tragically I carry thee Misery of centuries that's sent to me Not coincidentally intentionally cause mentally I represent the key But it's a double-edged sword see Tryin to be godly is hard Especially in poverty's backyard where violence has taken over Free enterprise and lies is idolized Cause it's deep inside with Allah, God or Jehovah To guide the lost tribe you're forced to reside on the north side Babylon is never penalized For bein offsides, so many lost lives I wonder how long before the herd dies Today I heard the earth cry for the first time It was the worst time, it was the worst time The way I heard the earth cry (Rzarector) I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black sellers Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned And caused to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at home This dates back to 1555 When they captured the first tribe of men and piled them in a pen Fifty feet high They took em all on a 9000 mile ride And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before But read about this inside the ancient books of war Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part The devils cursed God and reversed God And turned God into dog and made people search hard No relief came to the prophet of W.D. Feraud To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados Tobagos, separated us from slave boats Made our own brothers hate us From Virgin Isle to Jamaica Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement You black gods become awaken At night time you can hear the earth cry How many more black gods got to die Before we realize there's no God in the sky The devil tricked us, that's the worst lie At night time I can hear the earth cry How many more black gods got to die You realize there's no God in the sky The devils tricked us, that's the worst lie (Gatekeeper) Peace god for real, not a spook nor a ghost Not unseen but seen and heard most of all I'm god, control nine planets Wisdom revolves around me understand it Science, huh my rhyme's underrated Pyramids built accordin to how we made it to be Many shall come few shall be chosen 32 degrees below zero and you're frozen Power of refinement my rhyme's assignment Is to crush negative bullshit in a line With the fusion Cause that which is beyond 360 degrees is an illusion Either you're deaf, dumb or blind Stupid hypocritical, dumb 85 yo it's time See I without me don't exist God cypher love devine is what I miss Check it like a visual reflection, sorta supernatural Your know your mind detects as bein natural Ultra gammer, the hammer's my energy Compressed to a form of a threat toward my enemy Cypher's a circle that consists of a whole No beginning no ends no sides it's just a hole Like in an event I'm a percent Dealt out a hundred I'm 5, my degree is a black belt Real genuine not authentic Older than the sun moon and stars unprecedented In North America success can be won as a game And knowledge and understanding still one and the same Greatest reward known to mankind That winners never quit and quitters never win in the mind But in time my degrees are gettin deeper Thicker in the subconscious state of the sleeper At night time I can hear the earth cry Wonder how many black gods got to die At night time I can hear the earth cry I wonder how many black gods must die At night time I can hear the earth cry I wonder how many black gods must die At night time I can hear the earth cry I hear her cry (Peace to the earth) I cry |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
Grym Reaper, you mission is to take control of the black hole perimeter
And to eliminate the fake, deaf, dumb and blind niggas You must by any means necessary, annihilate the nig zombie ghetto dwellas Now General, since you accepted this hazardous mission You and your team will be equipped with special weapons Unleashin this force will create devastatin consequences The normal equator of this weapon is pure sonic energy Blasted thru the lonics chamber and the palm of your hands Use this force wise, seek and destroy the enemy But preserve the niggettes... Do your duty soldier (Grym Reaper) Ghettos are becomin lost Shorties is outta they minds If not for the courage of a chosen few They stay dumb deaf and blind Yo caught in the process of elimination Until your fortress is vacant Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken Until our forces awaken Caught in the process of elimination Until your fortress is vacant Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken Til our forces awaken (Grym Reaper) General Grym What's the pressure principle Attack the enemies at every interval and keep our casualites at a minimal Camoflaged down now I launch my offensive To arm leg-a leg the defenseless Cause criminals and dons are relentless Murders are common and senseless in the ghetto trenches, the stench is Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended By shotguns, alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences If you're not armed you're in harm's way You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres I'm sick of all this shit Rappers be feeding me on oscillatin frequencies speakin about operatin frequently With keys from Columbians and Dominicans You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians Niggas act like dumb animals in pitbull and cock fights Attackin each other, then carjackin at stop lights Fuck all you cold blooded race killers That's proud to be blood spillers of ebony pillars Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed Foes better check they approach me the first G R-Y-M, you know the name I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein Positive brothers ain't gotta be soft It's time to start knockin you fake niggas off! What! Ghettos are becomin lost (Caught in the process of elimination Until your fortress is vacant) Shorties is outta they minds If not for the courage of a chosen few (Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken) They stay dumb deaf and blind (Til our forces awaken) Ghettos are becomin lost (Caught in the process of elimination Until your fortress is vacant) Shorties is outta they minds If not for the courage of a chosen few (Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken) They stay dumb deaf and blind (Til our forces awaken) (Gatekeeper) Feeler of the grace as your bodytone get laced You and I must verse to coincide our universe Relevance yo true dat, prepare for the risks No handout, I chop your fuckin hand off from the wrist I ditect the vibes weak brothers try to hide Inside, they ain't strapped for the ride it's suicide I spread like a fungus, ran the devil from among us Let the rain in the days in the valley of Columbus The all-natural cosmetic, supernatural gi-netic My genes, by all means, they backpass synthetics Rhetoric, hair weaves, bare blunts and cigarettes Sexist directors, crossdress infectors Spawn of a form of neuron who ain't warned of the wicked The devil's technician, the division And smash into grains of sand From the hourglass (Omen) And you have been warned mental gun shooter celestial soldier from the future The tribe of Judah Twelve tribe saluter Marchin with an army of extra-terrestial beings Descended from celestial peons been fightin the holy war for eons Wise words that guided missiles, Yacub's blade of steel Gods use mental pistols and Ezekial's wheel The apocalypse, convertin this metropolis To an acropolis, twelve armageddon necropolis No resort of seclorum, Babylon's the forum The Black mind and spirit is at hand I'm fightin for em A holy war with the beast with the 7 heads It's your last supper, feast on this unleavened bread (Shabazz The Disciple) I triple dart mines try not aim the rhyme laser Beings make it weak, beings screams for the fake Unseen racid ya faced traitors face elimination And escape the bad disaster's path for aftermath I laughed and blast have mad people's units Weak mind created crime-related rahs can't fuck with my blueprints Stupid, the end is near While fools give up the youth, yappin force action they gat clappin guns and beer Beer is done skunks and fear the other knotty set up To killers, you fake thug niggas shut the hell up I'm fed up so I develop the ill scheme to envelop These bitch teen sweated up black devil vessiles I'll dead you with lethal style evil ogre Slash demon cobra in these last days a scientist take over With this elimination process You pathetic brainwashed niggas don't test the niggess (Grym Reaper) Ghettos are becomin lost (Caught in the process of elimination Until your fortress is vacant) Shorties is outta they minds If not for the courage of a chosen few (Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken) They stay dumb deaf and blind (Til our forces awaken) Ghettos are becomin lost (Caught in the process of elimination Until your fortress is vacant) Shorties is outta they minds If not for the courage of a chosen few (Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken) They stay dumb deaf and blind (Til our forces awaken) |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
[Killah Priest]
Yo, there's still time As the door close, the cold wind blows Down America like the Wall of Jericho Some will walk the sheet close Many are called but few are chose Who knows until the day they be exposed UFO's surround the globe The world is prepared to explode So I grab hold of the North Pole Not tryin to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad We're bein sucked up into the black hole Young becomes old, mighty clouds roll Unfold the scrolls that were foretold by the forefathers, the end of the world saga Streets flooded with lava, mommas and pappas Toddlers, hip-hoppers, and rastas Rock stars and mobsters, above streets in helicopter Filled with doctors, readin the death roster Guts spillin out like pasta Sky, misty, often tipsy, from off the whiskey The gypsy, told me, my chances, were risky Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me, too shifty I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin People started runnin, Aliens with hair like rastafarians Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by scientists This is it, The Apocalypse I see the mother ship, above the cliff, over Egypt It made me sea sick I see the eclipse, and the abyss, the night shifts Chorus: Hell Razah (repeat 2X) It's Repentance Day! Repent for your sins when the gates of Heaven open up and Hell's closin in! [Grym Reaper] The archangel imprison my soul into a prism Usin cell division and molecular collision within me He listen and analyze the heartbeat and rhythms of children livin brutalized My ears became used to the vibes of ruined lives Sounds in the chamber I was hiden in was so spine-tinglin I was tremblin Envisionin the fear, here within a new Millenium Where rain became toxic, the air's stale and noxious Comets hit co-ops with force that made blocks split Flocks tried to escape a fate that made even hardrocks slide as nuclear dropped out of the sky, causin burns too severe, for hydroperoxide and sodium oxide Deep down outta basements Fish turned lopside and upside down from atomic facelifts Through the blackness I saw John the Baptist, on the atlas Holdin the masters to my Psalm under his arm But long before I even wrote 'em 23 elders each wrote me a Psalm and placed them within my motor neurons It contained the aproximate date of The Apocalypse Deposited in scripts of the 20th century prophets The clock ticks, tick, tick, tick upon the land borders I count down the manslaughter Military camcorders under ocean waters Red October causin fish to grow arms, legs, tits, and double heads Mutating the eggs as the radiation spreads over the water beds I watch Mother Nature as she bled Grym, was placed in skin casing to begin lacing hyms through the basement Won't be no escapin from the South to the North Where you run ten paces and your face is fallin off! Chorus [Hell Razah] Raised in Hell, waitin for angels like Rafael Comin from space to trace, they race Thrown in jail cells I had a purpose since the sperm cell to bail out and get braille For the blinded children in Israel Kids kill forget the bill for, dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor Controls the people livin legal Sit back and chill, until time will reveal Two thousand and one holy men with force fields Levitatin space ships, earthquake hits, United States splits Projects turn to snake pits Secrets of the Masons came to Revelations Babylon destroyed by the nations aggravations Riots in the train stations, criminals grabbin cops Snakes rattlin, angels draggin Seven head dragons out the Roman empire, surrounded with fire Liars in the Pentagon drop their nuclear bombs, ran, panic But still, was trapped on the planet Died before the mothership landed Only the chosen ones understand it Some can't cause of TV brain damage, no time to be romantic This day your independence and repentance, pentance, pentance "Now I see the light, my whole life is moving in one direction. I see that now, there never has been any choice for me." Chorus |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it (Grym Reaper (Gatekeeper)) Like the older you get the more you regret (YaknowI'msayin, wanna know what we like?) Do the knowledge, do the knowledge of this Check it, yo (Grym Reaper) Ever watch a hard rock when he got a seed? Turn a whole hundred and eighty degrees The nigga that you never saw smile before It's like the warrior at peace with the child at your door It's mad wild how he holds the mold It's so fragile knowin that this little soul is agile Meanwhile deep in his thoughts Is how do I protect it from the streets and the courts There's stress and strain tryin to maintain When you're poor workin odd jobs for small change You either rap, rob, girls slob knobs And niggas sell crack, weed or coke for the mob (Gatekeeper) The Al Corleone idol was his mentor, gangster That came up short You're needin dentures Built his rep for killin Aztecs in distortion Front page news for the projects Carried the weight for his mom's operation 25 years workin for the train station Cause he was black the community reacts Summer tricks, picnic for kids, he gave it back He ain't accept it, grinned and helped the church, clear his debit Wind up helpin young brothers makin records When the people lookin at cha from the outside Open your mouth wide and say "Aiiight!" Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it (Gatekeeper) People wonder why when my man died I didn't even cry Melted on the inside Now I'm becomin like a runner Sweatin like a plumber My heart started poundin like thunder Yo am I ready for revenge that depends On how my future look in the bends Is my life worth losin My seed, my wife Gettin my life snatched for makin wrong right (Grym Reaper) I was always on the calm tip Last brother to harm or bomb shit Now I'm on some real Vietnam shit The quiet storm til the riot is on I despise doin harm but my foes gotta be conquered As I warn my peeps "Beware the beast that creep the streets" Spillin your plasma on the concrete Killin the murderer, acts of war Villains attack the poor Women and children pack heat now Growin up I was sad young buck Dad said "Son look don't become corrupt" I knew he really meant well To see me represent and excel But yo the torments of hell lay dormant until I try to escape out of the muck and the mire Nearly got killed bein stuck in the fire Like Jeremiah I weep for my peeps gettin bucked from the streets to the choir Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it (Truemaster) I'm lettin mines out I can see through I can see through Who you want me to believe you are? Front shine and son knowin you're a fallen star I see the look in your eyes when I pass you in my car I been felt the vibe so I played you from afar Your problem is you think too negative It perpetuates your condition and cuts short your ambition You're not a wicked one son You need development Don't worry when things are irrelevant You need to let it out cause it could cause you bad health Hidin your emotions could rob you from yourself (Gravediggaz) Hide you from yourself Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it Hidden emotions, you and I control it Don't get pissed cause this is how we show it (Grym Reaper (Gatekeeper)) Yeah The older you get the more you regret (Just let it out If you can heed it, the only way to defeat it) Hidden emotions, hidden emotions (Is to let out what's hidden) We all got em Gotta let em shine |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
Yo don't bother me kid
Let a nigga live plus eat Bless the wiz and protect my seed (Frukwan) I filter distortion like a magnet Attract rappin bandits Stretch em and blast em over the canvas Blatant replies to that blast my exercise won't be televised Due to the rise of spirits or my transparent perseverance Fuck a publishers clearance, Gatekeep's runnin interference Yo, you can dissect it The black prospecta I'm cold as a pirate's luger Choke on my hymic maneuver I breathe life in the fire When my designs are tight like pliers Born in a pillow of barbed wire Taught by Ebenezer Scrooge in my mom's church choir The death stalker New York trendtogrophy The G-O-D, 120 degree geography The bomb thick iron skin without a blemish Black art of war chemist Carry out the death sentence with deadly vengeance What I'm seekin is your head on a skillet Soakin in burgundy liquid Self inflected wounds fill pounds in Grant's tomb And more damage than a monsoon Niggas explodin like aquatic moons I mutate your functions Like a devine evil after midnight in Broadway junction (Frukwan & Poetic) Keep it pumpin, yo, yo, yo Anything you're given can be taken away Any place anywhere anytime any day Gravedigga forever so whatever kid Hip hop is like the deadliest biz But yo can a nigga live, pay the rent, bless the wiz Master the art and still not get blast in the heart (Poetic) You're just a weaklin Seekin to peep Grym's steelo I sting like mosquitoes Ten times as lethal The skill of my tongue is similar to Attila the Hun Swingin a sword Grym is gruesome World renown like hunger The mighty hunter in the concrete junga Doper than ganja Conquer any style you can conjure Take your momma's breath away like anacondas Fronters get cast asunder Lightening fast I bring thunder Ancient rules blast the mic Crushin fools paradise leavin you parasites under Ground, beef is shredded, paramedics'll greet you I defeat crews with parametric EQ's All types of anastetics'll be used My pressure's like the barometric when I squeeze you, hahaha Removed of this earthly ball of clay Let the chips fall where they may I'll be servin you all day everyday Consider you a serious threat, heh anyway... (Frukwan & Poetic) Gravedigga forever so whatever kid Hip hop is like the deadliest biz But can a nigga live, pay the rent, bless the wiz Master the art and not get blast up in the heart Gravedigga forever so whatever kid Hip hop is like the deadliest biz But can a nigga live, pay the rent, bless the wiz Master the art and not get blast up in the heart What, yo (Yo) Gravediggaz (Forever) '97 and beyond (Beyond) word is bond (word is bond) Keep keep keepin it on to the break of dusk to dawn Yo, yo, yo, yo Rzarector, Undertaker, Gatekeeper, the Grym Reaper Yo, caught you in the sleeper Gravediggaz forever |
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from Gravediggaz - The Pick The Sickle And The Shovel (2001)
Let's get it on ock, and watch the spot get blown
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem From the mists of the darkness I come with this Hittin straight, to the chest, like a Primatene mist Ryzarector, YAH, the fanatical type I'm like a bat, in the night, when it's time to take flight Here I am, in the flesh, and yes I love sess I'm obsessed, by the sounds, the track posess Intellectual, killer, special majestical Ropin up the devils have em hangin from my testicles |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
And just when you thought it was over
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
(Grym Reaper/Too Poetic)
Beeeware! Four figures appear through the fog Yeah! Gravediggaz cut like swords... rrRRRAAA!! Fear makes ya brain go numb You ain't, got a clue, where the Gods, come from I sold my-self to exist and then I flittle With millions of sperm cells and I found the eggggg Know I got my chance I came to enhance represent and get open as a bank (Fruitkwan) Pass it, a deep theourassic Gravediggaz are massive, puttin niggaz in caskets Blowin like the wind, when I'm in my spin ya got fucked cross the path of the twister You face the storm and bring it onnnnn and get chopped in the blocks from Hitchcock The birds, my mental ward is my brainstorm Somehow I flipped and came equipped with a chainsaw (Grym Reaper/Too Poetic) Diggin graves see, pays my rent for the day Some hate the image that I must portray Critics, say "Go to hell" I say "Yeah, stupid motherfucker I'm already there!" Fru-strated, mentally aggravated to be the rebel that society created I'm good most times but when I'm foul then I'm flagrant Livin in the shadows like a government agent (Fruitkwan) Ummm, one side of the story Shit cooked up from Gravediggaz labratory Transformin brains with remains of a slug With the Undertaker makin beats that's buuuuuugged Path we creatin Splittin G's, choppin necks with the fat guillotines I'm your nightmare, fright with verse, one verse Will put your ass in my black hearse (Ryzarector/The RZA) Ryza-rector, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha Hooah, hooah, hooah, hoo! Danger, enter the graveyard, chamber It's like, diggin, in yer EAR, with a hanger I inject my poison stinger, into your finger Of all your life forces, I'll take ya I'm blood, thirsty, thirsty for sure About to blood suck the same ones, who blood suck the poor You're, not safe, anymore To all the holy spooks, I declare war I'll, gravedig them up from hell, ryzarect them From the poisonous bones of swine, I disinfect them Positive Energy Activates, Constant Elevation Positive Energy Activates, Constant Elevation (Prince Paul) Out of the darkness Out of the deep of the darkness Lies the Gravediggaz from the parts unknown The world that's unknown People fear what they don't understand So, this is why we're here To explain that there's nothin to be afraid of Have no fear, Gravediggaz are here |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
(So for all y'all niggaz out there that be puffin' shit
when the music go on, y'all listen to this alright?) (Rzarector) Let's get it on ock, N' watch the spot get blown I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem From the mists of the darkness, I come with this Hittin' straight to the chest, like a Primatene mist Rzarector, yah! The fanatical type I'm like a bat in the night, when it's time to take flight Here I am, in the flesh, N' yes I love sess I'm obsessed by the sounds, the track posess Intellectual killa, special majestical Ropin' up the devils, have 'em hangin' from my testicles Nowhere to run to, baby There's nowhere to hide (Grym Reaper) Ahh... fuck it! Another day, another ducat From here to Nantucket MC's kick the bucket I'm rugged ruff flow-in' up till I bust While other rappers is flatter than a white girl's butt I manifest my name N' the reason I came in the first place Word, shake your brain like an earthquake A lot of people admit that I am raw I cover my ass like a V-I-M store My forms are real wicked like Dahmer A whole mob of a lot of niggaz is like a meal ticket It's nowhere to run to, baby It's nowhere to hide (Gatekeeper) Yo As a child, a bad seed was on the prowl Runnin' mad wild, cuz death was my style The crazy, maniac, yo lunatic I circle like a shark when the fresh blood drips Needles to the pen now you're in I eat 'em then I feed 'em, chop chop rippin' sheets from your skin Terror is in, with the RZA N' the Grym Problem one now begins, hah! Streak up your skull to the sides of a freedom Record to the meter, so tell me who could be the next one Gravediggaz complex death oath N' watch King Tee, kill a fuckin' note Here we go, I'm cursed with dawn you was warned N' now I'm slayin' every new firstborn It's nowhere to run to, baby It's nowhere to hide It's nowhere to run to, baby You besta stay inside You besta stay inside (Rzarector) Here comes the drastic... Just like... a tactic, a tactic, a tactic, a tactic I'm wrappin you bastard, now prepare your casket Death is the final step, when y'all step To intercept the rep of a brother who has kept His status, stop the madness, that is I flow just to show that, black, y'all can know that Me, bein' wack is like naps on Kojak Eruptions of volcanoes occur when I speak Try to twist my dialect N' get caught by tornadoes There's nowhere to run to, baby There's nowhere to hide There's nowhere to run to, baby You besta stay inside (Grym Reaper) Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide...) (The Undertaker) Cuz there's nowhere to run, cuz there's nowhere to hide Cuz there's nowhere to run, cuz there's nowhere to hide N' just when you thought it was safe to make records From the bottomless pit, the RZA, the Keeper, the Reaper N' myself the Undertaker Pourin' gravy all on your brains, you know what I'm sayin'? N' this one goes out to all of those who thought The Gravediggaz would fall All of those who forgot to take No-Doz All the low-life snakes N' liars, you know who you are N' to the A&R who couldn't understand the product Now look who's on top |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
Wanna see something that could make ya sick?
Stand in front of jets on the gaza strip I used to take puffs from a car, jet in my garage Then I get blitzed from the charge I felt my head swayin, my eyes in a daze Felt and violence and off balance I got drugged for days A room full of smog, I dipped it in my dart Then I threws it at my dog I need another hit, hurry, quick! hurry, quick! My high's takin signs and the shit's about to kick I'm gaspin' for air, my vision dissapears, I'm blinkin' and I'm thinkin'--yeah! Word, cause that's the shit I was hawkin So stay the f**k away 'cause I spit when I'm talkin Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid punk-- When I'm trippin' Chorus Some people like cheeba, some like brew, I get mad lifted off four gallons of glue, Pretty soon I spin like a top, in the middle of the room And the shit won't stop! Now what I see when I triiiiippppp....... The rats in the basement all start to flip, All through my building, from door to door, I swear there's a fire, so I piss on the floor, Now down the corridor was old fat ned, Schemin' on a blowjob from a crackhead, He was like 'hey wanna piece little man? ' I was like 'yo, I'm better off with my haaaannnndddd!!!!!!!' Oh shit, reality returns, I need another hit but the glue won't burn, I'm cukoo and murderous, just plain nuts, Smokin' sodium menthol cigarette butts, And trippin'.... Chorus (yo, pass it man) 86 on the strip, and yo' my hands was -------, The reaper, the keeper, my niggaz let's get-------- ----------- I put the high on the stimuli, I'm like the two face, like the signs of gemini, My head keeps on spinnin', constantly continuin' Two tabs of mescaline, f**ks up my adrenaline, I'm in a----.......uhhhh....i can't escape it, It's like..uggghh....goddamit--i hate it! So take it like a (brine), from the grapes of a vine, The wine, it f**ks up my mind, everytime, I'm goin', and all I wanna be doin' is bonin', But like a dope fiend character I'm ------, I'm stuck, fl-fl-flipping, sssslipping.......... I'm tripping............ Life of the----- Can be stopped by accident When you're tripping ('cause I'm trippin') |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
Intro: ryzarector, grym reaper
Aiyyo reaper, those kids out there say you're mad thirsty You got somethin for them to drink? Yo we can wet up two cups of blood Verse one: Arm to the leg, leg, on to the head! yo Be the ryzarector, resurrect the mental dead G to the r to the y m reaper As I get deeper than a crypt, resurrect, kid! Don't go against the grain, mad slang is my thang I leave the hearty party with a bang buzza Boom! check my tune, it gotcha hyper Don't give a f**k about a sucker c-cipher! As you decipher the tricks of a viper Swine is lethal! ... is evil! I am original, we can build upon The ill form, and keep all your braincells warm! Hocus pocus, yo! what's the focus? Weak techniques you speak, the shit is bogus Even in a mortuary, slangin' some boom As I seek the knowl' from the womb to the tomb Verse two: Yo! Deadly, deadly, hyah! get ready Here come the styler, wilder than freddy Dead Cause a krueger, boom, I do ya Just to let ya know gravediggaz comin' through ya Dead stinkin' rotten, your braincells forgotten The past, you had your bumba raas pickin' cotton Now ya hate ya knotty hairstyles I guess you figure the texture is too wild Child Two cups of blood, boy Two cups of blood, girl Aw, drink that shit up |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
It is written (Manifest)
That all men are brothers (Prophecy) We come like blood brothers (Word is bond) Cuz blood is thicker than water (A-alike) From the misty grounds (From the unknown) The shadows (The deep) The darkness (The triple darkness) Gravediggaz (My blood brother) (Rzarector) I grew up in the violent island of Shaolin Fifty-five?????? 6th floor 10th door When jackpot rot was hot, I was not A rusty-ass child with tears N' snots Acquired the knowledge how to master my thoughts My skinny frail body couldn't fuck with the sports Six feet two, still wack on the court So I stalked New York with a black pitchfork My style date back to ninety-watt Cuttin the box while I be clocks with no socks Remember the days before your pants would sag Puerto Ricans on the block just throwin' up tags (Frukwan) Yo I was born with a rusty spoon as a mouthpiece Life was hard cuz the graves was my company Hang with my problems just as trouble predicted To cross the path, as I laugh at the victed No warmth for sure, the vents would spit average Watchin' devils, fiend like a savage Blood brothers need me call (ooh-ooh!) In a minute, I'm in it, Ghostface N' all, check it RZA, Grym N' the Undertake Devils get baked, I'll stiff your ass like a eighth Tortures N' screams buildin' up my steam Death to whoever bumrushes through the bloodstream Yo something ain't right, I don't get it I feel a vibe, blood brothers, are you with it? If I have to choose one or the other Back the fuck up, spook, yo that's my blood brother Chorus: (Too Poetic) All, all, all in together Blood brothers rollin' together (X4) (Too Poetic) Back in the days of Lee's N' BVD's I grew up deceived by wicked enemies My lifespan began to dim in the error When you can't even trust the man in the mirror Now Gravedigga niggaz receive my trust N' like Christ, we walk among the thieves N' the sluts I bring stress like skins on PMS The street's a bloody mess, there ain't no EMF In sight my thoughts are to leave the slums I hustle with beats N' drums, not keys N' guns My feet are numb, as I walk my dogs I cut off the fogs with the Gravedigga swords Life parole, as me N' my man is violated Hookers are neutered N' spated Snakes are decapitated N' castrated Niggaz is lost, your whole ark is bein' raided Shows today are hectic, niggaz'll wreck shit Lift off rounds N' jet quick This piece is gettin' heated Cuz a rush, a stampedin' Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers (Chorus) (Frukwan) Yeah, as the earth erupts I conduct to destruct your flocksapea when I big up Catastrophes are blaspheme Pour a container of brains on your grave through a strainer I capsize your coffin, I wreck your morphin Breakin' devils down like Steve Austin I gotta rip on a peel for a minute Let's get some god degree Cuz a blood brother's hard to be (Rzarector) Power equality, Allah sees equality, follow me Law N' order, blood is thicker than water Many heads got slaughtered back in Latin Quarters Like this brother named Rick Mostique But got bit by the same mothafucka that he ran with Band of the hand, the Clan's my fam Something mom duke? could never understand From the grave to the gutter, death to another Who trie to fuck with my blood brothers (Chorus) |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
360 questions to ask a Gravedigga
Here are just seven of them Yo RZA, how many bites did it take you to chew your fuckin arm off? *gun shot* Hey Gravediggaz, who was the governor of Campania during the Herculonious period? *gun shot* Who, the fuck were those two other guys rhymin on Diary? Word? *gun shot* Yo I got a question... are all of you there? *gun shot* Question -- can any Jehovah Witnesses be down with the Gravediggaz? *gun shot* Yeah do ahh maggots get drunk when they bury alcoholics? *gun shot* Yo, I got one last question *rifle cocks* Who killed Tommy's Boy? |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
Chorus (KRS One)
Suicide it's a suicide, brother Suicide it's a suicide... (x2) Verse 1 (Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper) So you wanna die, commit suicide? Dial 1-800-Cyanide line! Far as life, yo it ain't worth it Put a rope around your neck and jerk it. The trick didn't work, Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct Gun down the captain for no fucking reason. And get some LSD or a drink from the bar Get behind your wheel and crash the car Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war Confront an alligator, let it eat you raw Back to the function, Riding the caboose to hell Bziit! Touch the third rail. You fucked up chicken, Now you just got fried... Cause it's a suicide CHORUS Verse 2 (Too Poetic/Grym Reaper) Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef? Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief You aksed for a Benz and you only got a Jeep Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap Maybe you're a bastard child you think Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan But you hate lasagna and the pizza man Now you stand on the gravedigga lot You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got Not! You don't wanna live no more I guess you're really ready for the graveyard tour When you get home Just seal up your windows and your doors Turn your oven on high for about four hours Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide Chorus INTERLUDE (Scott (the Moleman) Harding) Yep. I've said it before and I'll say it again Life moves pretty fast If you don't stop and look around every once in a while, you could miss it Verse 3 (Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector) Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God Had the fucking nerve to try to enter my graveyard I'm the RZArector, be my sacrifice Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life The first was convinced Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast So his head can explode Second one said, "Hmm that's good but I can top it." Put an axe up to his head and then he chopped it Blood shot out in every direction The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions: Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire Three and Four fell deep into spell and Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in the lion's den Number Five said "It ain't worth being alive!" Smoked a dust joint, and mixed it with cyanide The only one to escape was number Six He went home, sat in the tub and slit his wrists Yeah, more graves to dig, goodbye ! There's no need to cry, cause we all die |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
Intro:
lady (They killed my baby..oh god they killed my baby) judge (Order in the court) lady (I will make you pay for this you murderers) judge (I said order in the court now! Now, before this court passes judgement, will the four defendents please rise and approuch the bench) gravedigga (Trust me guys, it's all under control the judge is my uncle, he'll take the insanity plea...oh yeah, don't foget my retainer balance.) judge (Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hideous murders. Can you please explain to the court how these so called spirits made you into these RAVING MADMEN?!?!) Verse One: Scientific Shabazz Bear witness, as I exercise my exorcism The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead I come forth with Gravediggaz in a head full of dread I've been examined ever since I was semen They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon At birth, nurses surrounded me with needles and drugged me all up with the diseases of evil Grew up in hell, now I dwell in an Islamic Temple I'm fighting a holy war in the mental Look deep into my eyes, you'll see visions of death Possessed by homicide is what I'm obsessed Giving niggaz brain dimples Dragging they asses on my hook by they temples The cause of death is unknown to the cops Cause when I kill them, I'm not leavin one element to autopse First I'll assassinate em And them I'll cremate them and take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones You try to haunt me nigga, I ain't trying to hear it Buck Buck Buck, I'll give your ass a holy spirit. gravedigga (stressed full, try to avoid all impure thoughts. I am loosing my mind . . .) judge (Can you please explain to the court when these problems first began?) Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Rzarector The year 84, November, day 10 Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil djinn I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years Of blood sweat and tears I saw the torture, brutal murder of my father So my brain became stained with the horror I'm having recurring nightmares Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair I got tackled with handcuffs And shackled in restraint At the bottom of a holy tabernacle They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks And sewed my eyelids open so I couldn't sleep About to die from thirst, that's when the minister quenched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar Upon my wounds they seasoned me with salt And nailed my hands and feet to the form of the cross "Ahh!" I cry As the blood drips inside of my eye refusing to die Visions of hell tormented my face So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape. guy ( oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca carajo, cono) judge ( Calm down people, please calm down Let us please proceed with the defendant's explanation ) Verse Three: Killah Priest Enter the realms of understanding And take good heed And you could bleed While I'm standing Three stages of pure hell Justications of red cells *SHH* rain drops hits the pelv Path is dull and narrow You're stalked by a shadow I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow So narrow, only one could enter at a time Stuck in the center, read the signs A thousand doors to choose You better hurry Don't stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry On your right side there's fire On you left, deep waters Watch your step, it's deep waters! What's that coming through the floor? It's a claw *PSSH* took his fucking ass to the fucking core (AHHH!!) Verse Four: Frukwan/Gatekeeper Stroll through the dark conditions I stone you till I see sparks of friction I chop ya like a coal miner Then combine the drug And mix it with your blood Some more I give you some more And watch you crawl Guts hit the floor Worms that dig your pores I trick ya, ha, then I'm quick to syringe Deep into my thoughts and bust out your skin You scream, portraits of inflictable pain You can't stand You're up to your hands in quicksand You're sinking and sinking deep into the earth Thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth My mental says it's my turn to possess the matter Stab you with a dagger of Jacob's Ladder Thoughts become shattered, confused, and tragic Fiery thoughts of Gravediggaz... judge ( GUILTY, next case. ) |
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(Rzarector) Bang your head! Bang your head! Bang your head! Bang your head! Rzarector! You are not the same that I was when I was younger I'm old with the Clan from my land, down under Deep in the darkness, just like you regardless Of who? It's obvious! Wee... ha! So lounge in my burial ground, boy, my despot I build a house on top of Salem's Lot Front porch, bloody, back yard, muddy Like Amityville, a family kills Force of humanity, drove me to insanity Duel in all my rivalries, I speak of profanity Mothafuck this! Mothafuck that! Bang your head! (Chorus) (Grym Reaper) Here comes the killa with the Gravedigga sword, gimme room Like devils in a Ouiji board I'm spellin' doom Ever since six, throwin' mad stones N' six catchin' vicks on a graveyard shift Think it ain't a new phenom because my crew is on Spots'll blow like nuclear bombs With the killa instinct, rhymes are in synch B-b-b-bang your head til it shrinks! Midnight marauder, bodies are gettin' slaughtered Bring a cross N' a bucket of holy water You'll still'a be cajoled, cuz the mothafuckin' Gravediggaz ... act those Snatch up your body, just like a clepto Let's go to the graveyard spot Count up the knots on the bodies that got dropped So bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (Chorus)(X2) (Grym Reaper) Gatekeep! (Gate Keeper) Yo, I creep with the evil intent to represent The course, the night, a swarm with the dark force The killa brigade, twelve o'clock starts the raid Torch is lit, oh rio grade Feel no pain those exposed to the raven Deep in every step, a blunt like Wes Craven Yo! I eject the fume that spells doom The wickedest flow, sweep ya up like a broom Cuz from the shadowy graves of Medina high You're one step away from the arena of death Boom, bang! Here I am, the bezerk The ruthless killa, yo, I do work Dark forces thick, mothafuckaz for real Here's a tale from the crypt (Chorus)(X7) |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
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 |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
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 |
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from Gravediggaz - 6 Feet Deep (2001)
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) |
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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 |
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(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! |
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Verse One: Too Poetic/Grym reaper
Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo Yo, yo, yo... Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists be poundin on your head like jackhammers You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out with just a few scars when the beating ends The streets (sniff) let ya breathe again But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this My sword hits the human orb until it orbits In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer Grym will mentally chop your career See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Rzarector Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible Water-walker, immune to all physical torture Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic The imperial - material's venerial MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus Cause war like the grandson of Kush I'm hangin devil's heads on a evergreen bush Sugar-frosted sorceresses bitches get exhausted Pussy lips be drippin, like leaky faucets Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece You get stampeded by the wildabeast A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me Potentially, I have the key to make G's MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the fruit with the trees Killa bees spread rapid like diseases See it's, like the second comin of Jesus, of Nazareth be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope Niggaz realize they just can't cope The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc Verse Three: Frukwan/Gatekeeper I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish My science is divided deep into your central nervous Pervert area codes peep this murder I'm boxed-in, suckin hologram tits, inhalin oxygen Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm Physical existence is descendants of Allah I travel at high rates, Weaker men are primates That either migrate or get burnt to the stake I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetimene My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco Flush em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah with traction, flashin a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus Turmoil boilin appointed, niggaz rubbin off my style like a ointment Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara Rahh! 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