[ Poetic ]
|
Look Chief
|
There's only one way to catch these Gravediggaz
|
We gotta go deep into the underground
|
(You're nuts!
|
You know what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave?)
|
|
[ Poetic ]
|
Yo, I'm comin in black and runnin the track, I dare you to overreact
|
I'm placin the mic stand into my right hand diggin a hole in your back
|
Just for the record I'm making it perfectly clear that my method'll sever the ear
|
Of the biggest and baddest regardless of status, it's hazardous when I appear
|
Uh, fake cats'll tremble in fear unless you repent or beware
|
I mentally damage and fracture your cabbage, you're way beyond repair
|
Carryin tools while others be braggin about they carats and jewels
|
It's a marriage of fools, stick up! - now you're left in a blood pool
|
Illiterate, limited, primitive, inconsiderate piece of shit
|
I stick you for yo ice with the graveyard pick
|
I'm sicker than sickle cell, puttin you through triple hell
|
Rippin your whole shell, then I cripple you as well
|
|
[ Frukwan ]
|
( *sniff* )
|
Torn between the weed and indo, occasion occupation
|
Bitches are starstruck on location
|
Keepin the fat gear and a loot knot include bangin and bounce nigga to doom
|
Pickin him up, rippin his gut, blood spread across the room
|
Peelin your skin dry, hopin your ass die, fuck a prayer
|
Dragon slayer, organ donor, a nigga that's quick to bone ya
|
Black pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a moaner
|
Lightin a fuse, strikin your ass on fire - I burn ya
|
Beggin and plead, where to begin, niggas is lost, covered with sin
|
Nigga that wanna step, same nigga get disrespect
|
Holdin it down, mixed in the mud, corner to cave
|
Niggas are slaved with affadavids
|
Roamin the globe unknown and nameless
|
|
[ Hook: Poetic (2X) ]
|
The G-r-a-v-e-d-i-g-g-a
|
Zig Zag Chamber
|
Got cats in danger
|
The hot flow's major
|
The show's got flavor
|
You all know the caper
|
God control your paper
|
|
[ Poetic ]
|
Severely poor, yes, I was here before, now it's a daily war
|
If the hustle fail me or derail me I'mma be jailed for sure
|
Pressure be escalatin, stakes be testin my patience
|
Satan be puttin the thought in my head to lay awake and waste men
|
But they be black like me and they react like me
|
Carry a gat like me, producin the drama like Spike Lee
|
Hoodies and Timbs nightly, manoueverin packed tightly
|
Keepin the block spicy and like they wrist icy
|
For a limited time the criminal mind'll shine before they find
|
They dumb and deaf and blind, either be god or be a swine
|
You know the graveyard anthem, dig in your brain sanctum
|
Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium, I'm out like a phantom
|
|
[ Frukwan ]
|
Yo.. leave em collegient, vision impaired, leavin a trapped sector
|
Catchin a snare, breathin the air, pickin up fans like bone collector
|
Slip in the deuce, turn on the juice, niggas are lost in thought
|
Afraid in their appearance, runnin past interference
|
Pick up a trend, tearin a raid, causin the earth so shake
|
Made up a cost next to nothin, my molecules runnin constant
|
Microphone leave em destruct, rap employment, guns I bust
|
Never to sink or drop, I'm ready to bust shots
|
The hideous, deep in the dark, mysterious, dark delirious
|
Blow the head off distortion, display it in proportions
|
Maintainin a Grym tale, remainin to raise hell
|
Fuck a clonin, a nigga receive death to my opponents
|
|
[ Hook (6X) ]
|
|
-----------------
|
Zig-Zag Chamber
|
Gravediggaz |