Intro: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector
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It is written [manifest]
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That all men are brothers [prophecy]
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We come like blood brothers [word is bond]
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Cause blood is thicker than water [ain't alike]
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From the misty grounds [from the unknown]
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The shadows [the deep]
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The darkness [the triple darkness]
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Gravediggaz [my blood brother]
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The RZA
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Verse One:
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I grew up in the violent island of Shaolin
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Fifty-five home and cease thoughts implore
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When jackpot rot was hot, I was not
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A rusty-ass child with tears and snots
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Acquired the knowledge, how to master my thoughts
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My skinny frail body couldn't fuck with the sports
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Six feet two still wack on the court
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So I stalked New York with a black pitchfork
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My style date back to ninety-watt
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cuttin the box, while I be clocks with no socks
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Remember the days before your pants would sag
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Puerto Ricans on the block just throwin up tags
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Verse Two: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper
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Yo I was born with a rusty spoon as a mouthpiece
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Life was hard cause the graves was my company
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Hang with my problems just as trouble predicted
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to cross the path, as I laugh at the vic-ted
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No warmth for sure, the vents would spit average
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watchin devils, fiend like a savage
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Blood brothers need me call, ooh-OOH!!!
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In a minute, a minute, Ghostface and all, check it
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With the Grym and the Undertake
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Devil's get baked I'll stiff your ass like an eighth
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Tortures and screams building up my steam
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Death to whoever bumrushes through the bloodstream
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Yo somethin ain't right I don't get it
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I feel a vibe blood brothers are you with it
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If I have to choose one or the other
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Back the fuck up spook, yo that's my blood brother
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Chorus: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper
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All, all, all and together
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Blood brothers, rollin together
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Repeat 4X
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Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper
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Back in the days of Lee's and BVD's
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I grew up deceived, by wicked enemies
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My lifespan began to dim in the error
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When you can't even trust the man in the mirror
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Now Gravedigga niggaz receive my trust
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and like Christ, we walk among the thieves and the sluts
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I bring stress like skins on PMS
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The street's a bloody mess, there ain't no EMF
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in sight my thoughts are to leave the slums
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I hustle with beats and drums not keys and guns
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My feet are numb, as I walk my dogs
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I cut off the fogs with the Gravedigga swords
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Life parole, as me and my man is violated
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Hookers are neutered and spay-ted
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Snakes are decapitated, and castrated
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Niggaz is lost your whole Ark is bein raided
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Shows today are hectic, niggaz'll wreck shit
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Lift off rounds and jet quick
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This piece is gettin heated
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Cause a rush, a stampedin
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Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper, Ryzarector
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Yeahhh, as the earth erupts
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I conduct to destruct your rucks when I big up
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Catastrophes are blaspheme
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Pour a container of brains on your grave through a strainer
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I capsize your coffin, I wreck your morphin
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Breakin devils down like Steve Austin
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I gotta rip on a peel for a minute
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Let's get some god degree, cause a blood brother's hard to be
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Power equality
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Allah sees equality, follow me
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Law and order but I stick it in water
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Many heads got slaughtered back in Latin Quarters
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Like this brother named Rick was thick but got bit
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by the same motherfucker that he ran with
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Band of the hand the Clan's my fam
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Something mom duke could never understand
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From the grave to the gutter
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Death to another, who tries to fuck with my blood brothers
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Chorus
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Blood Brothers
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Gravediggaz |