[Poetic]
Gravediggaz, Gatekeep'
Grym Reap', Gravediggaz
Gatekeep', Grym Reap'
Yo
A fresh alley, is like d**h Valley
Strangers are met fouly like heads with a bounty
I Invade your county, state, town, or borough
Rap steelo, thorough, home on the furlo
Dolo, solo, singular, similar to none, with the black Polo
Outfit, house b**h you dumb
Deaf, blind, can't rip a rhyme
MC's lines is empty, I'm unfriendly
The Art of War horror-core slaughter more cats than a Chinese restaraunt
My rhyme peaks is the art on all you triflin' me, like the Eiffel
MC's, I'm rightful in these lyrical bullets in the form of a bullet
In your back, you're wack, f** your click, they just over-react
I ain't feelin' your track when I come fully stacked for combat
I break mates, human bein's, shapes, and Shakespeare's of Europeans
f**in' sewer semen, Apache renegades with hand grenades
Drop bombs, invade men through their hearin' aids
And fully extend the Gravedigga welcome
To Hell, son, the Devil got you in a full nelson
Stride for stride, I carry my Gravedigga shield with pride
If left to the doctors I'd have already died
But I'm back, darker than a pitch-black night
With a track and a mic
[Chorus x2: ShoGun Assason (Frukwan)]
Man Only Fears what he knows he should not
Man Only Fears what he knows he should not
(Yo n***as that know not can't get, don't got)
[ShoGun Assason]
Let me dictate what I wrote, PaperMate
ShoGun, I use my words to Assason-ate
Murder is all I see here, so I say what I see
When you step in front of me, my thoughts is explosive energy
Call the bomb squad, I'm a threat to the ca**ette deck
Might spit a cartridge, to rip through your cartalidge
Danny Godsmith, who the f** you think masterminded this?
Brain-storm, Red Dawn, war pawn, let the gun show 'em
We could happily leave the convo', I got an arsenal
I'd Dress to k**, Swingin' Swords Where I Rest At
It's Blood for Blood in this Shoot Out
Clash of the Titans, Universal Soldiers, Wake the f** Up!
[Frukwan]
Black ambiance, I levitate in a motherf**in' seance
Upon a black young child with the crayon
I prayed on intellectuals in exceptional venacular
Vintage cosmetic venacular callisthetics
Genetic contraband, study of the graphed tin man
Wisdom concurrent, run determinded through event sentence of d**h
Last chance, close the curtain, go inhale the vision of detail
Realistic accuracy backed by the faculty
The Gods, I use the guns and Glocks to lock the monopoly
Armed, the bomb, the harness, released under my own recognizance
Gatekeep', what? You know how it motherf**in' be
G-O-D, the path consists of numerous tricks
But n***as thoughts are restricted
Rather be crammed in little districts
Chop the element, a household name in every residence
I be the King sparkin', runnin' n***as like drill sergeants
Of course no remorse, deterent fear radiates coherent
Rather bust your own than eliminate the appearance
Cover us but On the Strength my n***as double up
Here to engage, left in disarray
Torn, devestated, from the fierce brigade
[Chorus x4]
[ShoGun Assason]
Man Only Fears, Many Only Fears
[Frukwan]
n***as that know not can't get, don't got (x4)