Poetic - Current Events lyrics

Gravediggaz.. [Intro: Gatekeeper] Current events is hell, dwell in the pit of the flames Walkin the path to maintain But current events is hell, can you defend to the end Are you prepared? Tell me you're scared [Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper] Evil that lurks to fiery grave shuns the father Gatekeep', you're f**in with the grave robber Like (?) street sweep, the dungeon storm's comin Every-f**in-body starts to runnin My plague ma**ive rain, a army bridage n***as swingin bats ramshack, organism human remains Though it's left in a state, of confusion Powerful eyes of Allah, will see your execution I hover admist currents, the block field surge Pressure build, mentally, yo I'm off the clock Urge to k**, terror to thrill, weaker the will Blood flows like, lava runnin down the hill Tons of ash debris, laid waste to rot Unknown fuse, confiscate one eyes the cyclops The eyes box, blade co*ks, forgive me not Earthly trait, for n***as that straight, fire weight Imagine the blank, screams, the horrible dreams Wakin up in a sweat, all a sudden forget Evident of a freeze trees to spleen With or whenever green multi sh** contract And how we adapt, sword, so yet the wicked stay warned You motherf**ers is on [Chorus: Gatekeeper] Current events is hell, dwell in the pit of the flames Walkin the path to maintain But current events is hell, can you defend to the end Are you prepared? Tell me you're scared Current events is hell, dwell in the pit of the flames Walkin the path to maintain Current events is hell, can you defend, down to the end Are you prepared for fear? [Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] Yo.. Up from the bottomless pit, of the rottenest sh** With a hit for the streets, Grym Reap', Gatekeep' Grym will a**ault all the herbs on the asphault Cash rules cats that steal sh**, and blast false Get the paper, crooked politicians can't save ya As a Gravedigga, we play a major Part in the crisis; didja know Christ is me? Reincarnated in a MC I came to the hookers, pimps and the k**ers The thievin a** n***as, my soldiers, guerillas Nine to five cats and drug dealers with gats I'm P-R-O black but y'all already know that f** a horrorcore, I bring holy war Cold and raw as it bubble and ya moan through your pores My soul soars, way above Armageddeonites Fuel the battlefield through the hot metal and ICE! Bling bling n***as better come out to fight When the pigs keep robbin the hood of black life How many of you trife cats go runnin to church While guns is hummin puttin, blacks in the hearse Everytime I talk about peace cats frown If it ain't about cream most teams ain't down As the supreme brown King and the Queen frown I'ma be a hater, to all race traitors! [Chorus] - repeat 2X