[Intro: movie sample]
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I told ya he ain't come out
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You see him, boss of the crew, I told ya'll
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And it looks like they gonna fight too
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It's serious, I told ya'll, see 'em?
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[Chorus 4X: samples]
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"Them niggas ain't playin'"
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"Them niggas ain't playin'"
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[Poetic]
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Extra, extra, the dust I thrust on crew
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And then they get my man wit eight track and a fluke
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Ya eagle eye, scrappy, do you wanna rap against me?
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I gets more comp. from my family
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As a matter of fact, the shell done cracked
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The bubble, hit ya in the head wit a shovel
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One hop, skip, ball, block, you won't get away
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Cuz I'm like 'bing-bing-bing' and I ricochet
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Pass ya stupid song, my group is on
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Grym Reap', a lethal comp. like troop along
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Them kids that keep doin' no damage
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Imagine like ya chewin' on a toil nail sandwich
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[RZA]
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dusts
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Bust this, here comes the muthafuckin' ruckus
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Survived by the homicidal holder of the title
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Vital, make a rebel yell at Billy Idol
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Physically, bombin' 'em, bust it up, drawin' 'em
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What's the phenomenon, kid, what's the phenomenon?
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Here! Here comes the raw rugged RZArectah
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Fuckin' up ya whole entire sector
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Programmmin' ya, style wit stamina, slammin' a
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Jam, funk town here to Canada
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Fact or fiction, yo, I'm on a mission
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Clan's in effect like roaches in the kitchen
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[Frukwan]
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Ashes to dust and dust back to ashes
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I'm dishin' muthafuckas twenty lashes
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Get ready for doom or hit the pebbles
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Wheels of death spin, the mask don't kill it when I rap
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Sacraments to detect, I'm ready to dissect
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So come and step alive and die next
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Murder is main and diggin' graves to the regular
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Treacherous mangler, walk this strangler
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Two cups of blood, rain makes mud
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Then puts ya, Undertaker couldn't reach like a butcher
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Vocals of death, stress, pray for ya mommy
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Gravediggaz turnin' niggas into zombies
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[Interlude: movie sample]
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Oh, take this mask off, take it off, take it off
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I break yo damn neck! Take this mask off
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[Chorus 4X]
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[Interlude: Prince Paul]
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Fuck the Gravediggaz
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I see zombies on the streets of Brooklyn every muthafuckin' day
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Them Digga niggas ain't shit, I put a cap in they muthafuckin' black asses
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Crazy muthafuckas
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[Frukwan]
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Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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Hah, hah, hah, you can't escape my clutch
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Hah, I bring the horror, those not to scare ya
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A fuckin' man blind of the terror
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Delicate then an ant's metamorphosis
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Keepin' the freak if we can preach wit the sorceress
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I shatter ya bladder, breakin' bones is a must
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And rippin' out ya muthafuckin' guts
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Crazy lunatic wit a tick-tick-tick
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Very often, it's layin' stiff in my coffin
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Big up to dig up the mask of the slayers
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"Them niggas ain't afraid"
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[RZA]
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Ashes to dust, what, here I am again
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About to ill again, kill 'em wit my pen
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Check 'em, check 'em, watch me as I wreck 'em
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Brothers jumped up like frogs, so I dissect them
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The RZA wild when I foul on ya style
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The crowd gets loud, as I "aow" then I bow
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Gotta have it, see it like I grab it
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If a fat ass pass, I try to stab it
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Hanky-panky, no rap fuckas bang me
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So many tried, but if they would of blanked, g
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I'm not the one to get blamed, got my gun, not afraid
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To put ya ass in a grave
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[Poetic]
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The dust and ash to ash, my soul is so hot
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It burns and even through a salt block
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Unlock the grip and find you my platoon
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I piss on a cup, like Jimmy in a restroom
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Next fools to test my skip, wit a shitty bitch
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I drop bombs that'll mother load a city bridge
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As I get wreck off, I never date a boss like check off
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Soft M.C.'ll better step off (yeah!)
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Well I feel I never learned, I'm dealin' like a mad germ
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Burnin' a 'fro like a bad perm
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Stay off the phone ya not rhyme beamin' soft
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The Gravediggaz got ya ashes in a jar
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[Chorus 8X]
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Ashes To Ashes
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| Gravediggaz |
