Tom Jeefs - Grave Diggas lyrics

[Verse, Str8jakkett] I command the floor like Conan and Thor Scorpion king sting like the Portuguese man of war I feel the purpose is priceless so expect it to hurt you I'll silver surfer ya cyphers and lame secular circles So when I pick up this hammer and start givin dap to this pen And smack the a** on these bullets that's when the action begins Cause i'm sick of this suffering and your hypocritical brothering Them dots will circle yo face as if yo videos bufferin You got a mop, you flow bout as heavy as toxic shock Stop actin like there not a drop on yo cotton crotch Spit at the critics with the laws of physics and block virtues Vagina finders will leave you riddled with crop circles Dream a**a**ins I'm prepared to dance with gorillas And answer them k**as compare my style to Anderson Silva's I'm coast to coastin straight off loco motion Midwest river monster seekin the open ocean [Verse, Tom Jeefs] Step back motherf**ers cause I'm back in town With a pound, I lyrically murder the new sound What? I'm an A-Hole, at least they say so They wanna lay low and don't work at all for their payroll f*ggots wanna come up as rappers so they sum up They want a 360 deal some b**hes and a big truck So what? One reason why I wouldn't say that in your position Because you f*ggots still s** at spittin I'm droppin bars like a bomber rubbernecks are droppin jaws You're writing pseudo-gangsta sh** on trees screamin "f** the law" An average of 16 bars per day is whack, what you want man I murked you, you still coming back Don't get mad cuz your chick rather roll with a trendsetter I had her wet but I didn't have s** with her -Asskisser, I'm a free agent I keep the duty low Hating on the net but sending tracks to my studio Gotcha – you're the definition of what boring is I spit verses triple as long - no choruses On the corners freestyling amongst the coroners I was born into hiphop - so no foreigners From the Origin I've raised, and I shall reign A Natural Born King equipped to run the game With a name to shatter enemies in their brain function To dysfunction and dismember every main conjunction I'm barbaric; my brain works simultaneously - right left Managed to see the silhouette of Rap in HiDef Obvious - Rap politics from the communist Let there be dope sh** for all, we're rhyming it The apocalypse-escape space ship, I'm designing it f** how much money you hold 'cause I'm flying it Oldschool like computer blue, bringing the coolest moves Of truest blues, the hiphop Zeus, and who are you? [Verse, St8jakket] I'm a stand up dude, that's how you define Stuart Yo pedigree leanin like somethin purple with a lime to it Feel like I should have a tattoo of a circle with a line through it Push my bu*ton and I'm liable to say somethin hurtful the rhymes fluid So take it or leave it believe it I live it I breathe it I eat it I digest it spit you see it Before i let these demons plant the seeds of deceit I'll have 'em leavin they seat, Satan can read it and weep Write rhymes in my sleep, my life line is the beat, pipe line is the street I might blind ya wit heat It's the right time to release so when I turn that switch on And tell the pilot to hit the gas and that furnace kick on Four quarters will scorch ya it's alphabetical slaughter My post disorder will bring you the same torcher as orcha Close to defeat, ya take over was brief Slaughterhouse hospitality stays open for beef