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Look Chief |
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There's only one way to catch these Gravediggaz |
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We gotta go deep into the underground |
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(You're nuts! |
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You know what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave?) |
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[Poetic] |
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Yo, I'm comin in black and runnin the track, I dare you to overreact |
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I'm placin the mic stand into my right hand diggin a hole in your back |
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Just for the record I'm making it perfectly clear that my method'll sever the ear |
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Of the biggest and baddest regardless of status, it's hazardous when I appear |
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Uh, fake cats'll tremble in fear unless you repent or beware |
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I mentally damage and fracture your cabbage, you're way beyond repair |
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Carryin tools while others be braggin about they carats and jewels |
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It's a marriage of fools, stick up! - now you're left in a blood pool |
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Illiterate, limited, primitive, inconsiderate piece of shit |
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I stick you for yo ice with the graveyard pick |
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I'm sicker than sickle cell, puttin you through triple hell |
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Rippin your whole shell, then I cripple you as well |
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[Frukwan] |
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[sniff] |
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Torn between the weed and indo, occasion occupation |
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Bitches are starstruck on location |
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Keepin the fat gear and a loot knot include bangin and bounce nigga to doom |
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Pickin him up, rippin his gut, blood spread across the room |
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Peelin your skin dry, hopin your ass die, fuck a prayer |
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Dragon slayer, organ donor, a nigga that's quick to bone ya |
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Black pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a moaner |
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Lightin a fuse, strikin your ass on fire - I burn ya |
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Beggin and plead, where to begin, niggas is lost, covered with sin |
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Nigga that wanna step, same nigga get disrespect |
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Holdin it down, mixed in the mud, corner to cave |
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Niggas are slaved with affadavids |
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Roamin the globe unknown and nameless |
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[CHORUS: Poetic x2] |
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The G-r-a-v-e-d-i-g-g-a |
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Zig Zag Chamber |
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Got cats in danger |
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The hot flow's major |
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The show's got flavor |
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You all know the caper |
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God control your paper |
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[Poetic] |
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Severely poor, yes, I was here before, now it's a daily war |
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If the hustle fail me or derail me I'ma be jailed for sure |
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Pressure be escalatin, stakes be testin my patience |
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Satan be puttin the thought in my head to lay awake and waste men |
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But they be black like me and they react like me |
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Carry a gat like me, producin the drama like Spike Lee |
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Hoodies and Timbs nightly, manoueverin packed tightly |
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Keepin the block spicy and like they wrist icy |
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For a limited time the criminal mind'll shine before they find |
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They dumb and deaf and blind, either be god or be a swine |
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You know the graveyard anthem, dig in your brain sanctum |
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Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium, I'm out like a phantom |
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[Frukwan] |
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Yo.. leave em collegient, vision impaired, leavin a trapped sector |
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Catchin a snare, breathin the air, pickin up fans like bone collector |
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Slip in the deuce, turn on the juice, niggas are lost in thought |
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Afraid in their appearance, runnin past interference |
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Pick up a trend, tearin a raid, causin the earth so shake |
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Made up a cost next to nothin, my molecules runnin constant |
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Microphone leave em destruct, rap employment, guns I bust |
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Never to sink or drop, I'm ready to bust shots |
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The hideous, deep in the dark, mysterious, dark delirious |
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Blow the head off distortion, display it in proportions |
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Maintainin a Grym tale, remainin to raise hell |
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Fuck a clonin, a nigga receive death to my opponents |
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[CHORUS x6] |
