Chorus: Rzarector
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Danger Danger, Danger Danger
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The Graveyard Chamber
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Danger Danger, Danger Danger, Danger Danger
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The Graveyard Chamber
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Danger Danger, Danger Danger
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Enter the Graveyard Chamber
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Danger Danger Stranger is major
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Enter the Graveyard Chamber
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Verse One: Grymreaper
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Ahh, Here a moan
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The night is dark and feel fear
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You're lost, cold and confused
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But I'm in prayers
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Afraid of a beast that stalked the earth
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You're bringing the Jesus
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It cross don't work (ha ha ha)
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I seen your type before
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You read all the laws but
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you're scared to go to war
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Timid and frail why faith got ya geese
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Ya stolen the truth and that all your beliefs
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Are you aware son
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it's nowhere to hide, nowhere to run
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Grymreap comes with my dangerous tongue
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I'm outta control like yo kids with guns
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Words that stored in a murderous thoughts
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My profile as nasty as maggots in pork
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I'm dark and damp
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enough to rush amps
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with the jaws of a flatbull or rusty can
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Partial Chorus
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Verse Two: Dreddy Krueger
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I be the Bushwick dutchmaster rapper
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I love black women and I hate fuckin crackers
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Check me yo
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My breath stink 'cause I smoke skunk punk
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everyday of the month
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in a dutchmaster fuckin blunt
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Bust the cliche
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Niggas talkin he-say-she-say about me
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ya bitch-ass-niggas
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Y'all not ass, y'all titty
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y'all style is shitty
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How dare you try to represent New York fuckin City
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I been down since BVDs and dew rags
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shelltops and shags
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I was a little badass with regular and tre bags
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Always tryin to get shit I never had
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'cause times is bad like luck
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That's why I don't give a fuck
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I dig up my nose and my butt
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on the bus or the train
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This is for niggas walkin in the rain
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listenin to they walkman(e)
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talkin the New York fuckin slang
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Partial Chorus
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Verse Three: Rzarector
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In the streets of New York
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bullshit walk, green talks
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I be the giant on the top of your beanstalk
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waving down your flags
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jagged grab niggas with bloody rags
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holdin fat bags
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takin heavy drags
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then I add more shells to the mags
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Shots goin off you getin caught like tag
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The diamond crystal I be rippin up your flesh tissue
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and have my pitbull lockin on your bone gristle
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Castin shadows in every battle
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I rabble words like scrabble
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drag your brain through the gravel
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at the speed of sound of ryhme travel
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Allow me to dabble
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with a flow that's infallable
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Maintain your order
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as words I slaughter
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I destroyed a
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whole city like Soddom and Gomorrah
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or Babylon
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I'm runnin shit like a marathon
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Niggas frontin Don
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with a set like Frank Avalon
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Verse Four: Scientific Shabazz
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Shabazz is here to cause panic
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Another fuckin madman born to the planet
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Sendin niggas to the pearly gates
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I'm psyched out
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I got screws loose like Norman Bates
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Shoot shit up like it's a gallery
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Blowin snakes heads off to earn me a salary
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Devils choke from the gunsmoke
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Once I'm provoked,
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I shove a fifth long down ya throat
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and let ya taste the steel
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Another body unidentified
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Shit from the pot is spilled
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Ya punk ass'll get out traumaed
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I'm swellin devils' melons for my man Farak' Muhammed
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Get a crew and try to surround me
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and one by one I'll light y'all up
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and send ya asses to King's County
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Solo pro-morgue supplier
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Ya want a nigga bang
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Fuck Spenser, 'Bazz for hire
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Verse Five: Gatekeeper
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Make room the masculine Gatekeeper
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kicks suspense in a terrified forms
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that keep you warm
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You're tensed up
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Niggas get wrenched up
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on a rock
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Mix a whiplash,
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bodies are gettin' smashed
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So let the volcano blow and erupt
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Destruction drift off
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Niggas are gettin flipped on
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Yeah comin after ya, huh
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I only got half a ya
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Other part froze in Alaska
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While define the feast a high beam
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Ghost of a drug fiend
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I'm physical dreams
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I breathe steam
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Thoughts are plutonic
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The chronic scripture
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angles and riptures
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I get ya
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Yo, I smash like a comet
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Punish tha drain ya
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Partial Chorus
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Verse Six: Killa Priest
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I stalk the face like a leopard
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The microphone shepherd
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is speakin parables one and two, catch it
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The brain counselor, track fertilizer,
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the murdalizer |