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Gravediggaz - Zig Zag Chamber lyrics
[ 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 [ CHORUS: 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'ma 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 [ CHORUS (6X) ] |
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