Gravediggaz [Rap]

Verse one:

Back in the getto it reained for 40 days
Ear like slain but I can't show no pain,
Headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket
Pain killers can't touch it
Yo, what my little brothers gone
Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart
We shared the good and the bad times
When ma broke out to the store
It was half time
I remember she came back
And we'd get beatings with the
[fuck know's but it sounds like high wheeled track!]
I felt the hurt from your own predicament
Lost your scholarship
Can't play pro ball with torn ligaments
Career suddenly ended
Your goals are offended
Suicide deft tips recomended to try
But you and I verse as we bless the earth
So let us pour the wine preventing suicide

Verse two:

Nicole's torn away from home at age 12
In search of herself she found and angel of hell
Who decieved her like eve
And convinced her to leave
Her family
You can see she was very naive
The fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts
In a club with no culture
Soon she was forced
Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans
To please her saviour jim jones
Her pop's was a ex-marine
Him and his team
Got m-16's so they could blow up the scene
They parachuted in
Started shooting men
Recruited by jim
Grabbed nicole and threw her in
To the trunk
She was that close to drinking the punch
And realized
False prophets lead to suicide

Verse three:

I was born at the bed of dawn
Surrounded by men with horns
Wicked forms
But still I was happy to be born
I grew up in a house of ten
A mouse a men plus the vultures [fuck knows!]
Lacking oxygen
Every night I dreemed I saw ghosts
Babies crying, uncles dying, ma's trying
Pop's lyin ma's going across his head with a frying pan
Me and my man
Made plans
To boot the land and raise a fam (illy)
But my man stands six feet in a box covered with sand
Tears are dropping
Dropping all

Pull it back erase it kid
But I figure
That I got a little rza

Genocide homicide you won't figure this out till you die
It's a suicide

Verse One: Too Poetic/Grym reaper

Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo...
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
and drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out
or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts
And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
be poundin on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out
Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
with just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets (sniff) let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end
of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast
I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name
you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey

Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Rzarector

Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals
Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible
Water-walker, immune to all physical torture
Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser
My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix
And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic
The imperial - material's venerial
MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material
Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox
Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus
Cause war like the grandson of Kush
I'm hangin devil's heads on a evergreen bush
Sugar-frosted sorceresses bitches get exhausted
Pussy lips be drippin, like leaky faucets
Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers
While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers
Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece
You get stampeded by the wildabeast
A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat
Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader
He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor
MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone
Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me
Potentially, I have the key to make G's
MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the fruit with the trees
Killa bees spread rapid like diseases
See it's, like the second comin of Jesus, of Nazareth
be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus
Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful
Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope
Niggaz realize they just can't cope
The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc

Verse Three: Frukwan/Gatekeeper

I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish
My science is divided deep into your central nervous
Pervert area codes peep this murder
I'm boxed-in, suckin hologram tits, inhalin oxygen
Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix
I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics
I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm
Physical existence is descendants of Allah
I travel at high rates, Weaker men are primates
That either migrate or get burnt to the stake
I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetimene
My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy
Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco
Flush em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone
I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah
with traction, flashin a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer
While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's
The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus
Turmoil boilin appointed, niggaz rubbin off my style like a ointment
Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error
Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara
Rahh! Bearer, Digestin minerals in abundance
Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons

Intro:

Yeahhh
This is a story
That there are deep, situations, everybody go through in life
(It's something that we go through)
You know, it's that inside part of you that you don't tell nobody about
YaknowhatI'msayin?
From that inside, that dark space inside you
(It's something that we go through)
From that darker, that inner side of you
It's from the dark side

Verse One: Fruitkwan/Gate Keeper

Blaow blaow! No more knocks at your doors
It's just about to explode, hit the floorrrrrrrr
I come from a triple blood-shedding
Spreading, my heading, straight from Armageddeon
It's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Once you get slapped by the dark side
I was attacked, not clever to react
Small as a peep, I was deep in solar facts
My escapade level swelled
Threw up, fell
I grew up, five blocks from Hell
I'm used to seeing the grass grow black
Medaling pushing pedaling kids that pushed cracks
Murderers leavin they traces
Ya wasted, permitted destroying the human races
Fuckit I'm bringin ruckus
To brothers an APB out on the next Fredrick Douglass
I'm sort of a saint, you think I ain't
With skills to paint, with my third eye
You're tranked...
...from the dark side

Interlude: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector

We expressing feelings, we expressing our dark feelings
So my feelings may be deeper than his or his feelings may be deeper than mines
But it's all in the expressing of a feeling
(from the dark side)

Chorus: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper

You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind
You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind
You, are dumb, and deaf, and blind
You're dumb AND deaf AND blind

Verse Two: Too Poetic/Grym Reaper

In a time when every preacher large and small shall fool them
Using Revelations, as my crystal ball I see
more hordes of warlords who so hard they forgot
the graveyard TERRAIN, scar tissues of BRAINS
Be all illuminating soon the Illuminati platoons
of Satan lay waitin to slay men
Save your, amens, awaken
The reason that Grym is God
I escape through your synagogues
And gave the EGYPTIANS, ancient INSCRIPTIONS
Leaks into CHRISTIANS, turn all the facts into fictions
Here comes the Reaper with the shot to your system
I chop religions that concoct the vision
Feel the incision of the sword that's piercing your third eye
Coming straight from the dark side
...from the dark side

Chorus

Gravediggaz...
...in the dark side
Coming to take you...
...from the dark side back to the light
...from the dark side
you're in the dark side (yeah)
we're in the dark side
you're in the dark side
we're in the dark side
you're in the dark side
they're in the dark side
we're all in the dark side

You're dumb and deaf and blind (it's something that we goin through)
(from the dark side)
You're dumb and deaf and blind
You're dumb and deaf and blind
in the dark side
Yeah, Gravediggaz