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Gravediggaz - False Things Must Perish lyrics
f/ Prodical [Intro: Frukwan] Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yeah, yo, check it, check it, one-two Gravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yo We on ya ass, watch the happ's of the gun blast [Chorus: Poetic] False Things Must Perish (x4) [Frukwan] Yo, yo, yo Judas, Xavier, Sampson, Goliath Now and nowadays, Gatekeep', livin' Messiah Porphecize, historically, the wise category Superiority in the game, explain my story Dopeful lavish, they're doin' that like a savage Concentrate, basin' my inner faith and pushin' karats Rappin' the average, speakin' on riches Teachin' that all of mankind is actin' dumb, deaf and blind Beatin' with stripes, worshippin' the glitter of lights Callin' the Twilight Zone, 'pendin' on cellular phones Batteries low, got no dough, what's facin' you? Sportin' ya jewels, and twenty-seven niggas chasin' you Ultimate blast, constantly repeatin' a path In an attempt to represent, our class be exec. To get higher, for what you desire Yo nigga, yo' blood shall be required Give it here.. [Chorus] [Poetic] Yo, yo, yo Fix ya face, y'all know the tricks of the trade Trade ya six for the eight, spit the case Face fire and escape on tracks, raise the facts I annihi-late the wack, I'm tired of these fakes on wax We all wanna shine but we all don't seem to have the mind To design schemes that align teams, just a crime scene of blind teens In the rap kingdom, where cats keep bling-a-ling-a-lingin' And it's fine, I love it when the black man shines Bringin' hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort coke And carry battleaxes, players rock Cadillacs, hunched in their seat Pumpin' the beat when stompin' the street, they come with the heat Cuz flamboyant niggas get punched in the teeth When they front in the beat, but who brings relief For the average nine-to-five cat carry his grief? [Chorus] [Prodical] Brook-nam, grace and charm, stay calm but chron's hit Lebanon Black man but ortho' green Leprechaun from Lexington Don't disrespect Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun Smack ya taste outta ya dunn, look at ya fam on the run Now y'all respect Sunn, shine all type direction Right connection with the right perfections, recite a lesson But my weapon reign automatic projection Blow out ya reception, hose through ya reflection Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends Twenty-one-two, still gettin' money with the Wu Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew And I made moves, paid dues and slayed crews Y'all niggas fakin' jacks on tracks, look out for the steel bat I live it real black, ill with my format, my war tac's Worth divine, alphabetically spilt [Chorus] |
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