Gravediggaz - False Things Must Perish Lyrics
f/ Prodical[Intro: Frukwan]Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yoYeah, yo, check it, check it, one-twoGravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yoWe on ya ass, watch the happ's of the gun blast[Chorus: Poetic]False Things Must Perish (x4)[Frukwan]Yo, yo, yoJudas, Xavier, Sampson, GoliathNow and nowadays, Gatekeep', livin' MessiahPorphecize, historically, the wise categorySuperiority in the game, explain my storyDopeful lavish, they're doin' that like a savageConcentrate, basin' my inner faith and pushin' karatsRappin' the average, speakin' on richesTeachin' that all of mankind is actin' dumb, deaf and blindBeatin' with stripes, worshippin' the glitter of lightsCallin' the Twilight Zone, 'pendin' on cellular phonesBatteries low, got no dough, what's facin' you?Sportin' ya jewels, and twenty-seven niggas chasin' youUltimate blast, constantly repeatin' a pathIn an attempt to represent, our class be exec.To get higher, for what you desireYo nigga, yo' blood shall be requiredGive it here..[Chorus][Poetic]Yo, yo, yoFix ya face, y'all know the tricks of the tradeTrade ya six for the eight, spit the caseFace fire and escape on tracks, raise the factsI annihi-late the wack, I'm tired of these fakes on waxWe all wanna shine but we all don't seem to have the mindTo design schemes that align teams, just a crime scene of blind teensIn the rap kingdom, where cats keepbling-a-ling-a-lingin'And it's fine, I love it when the black man shinesBringin' hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort cokeAnd carry battleaxes, players rock Cadillacs, hunched in their seatPumpin' the beat when stompin' the street, they come with the heatCuz flamboyant niggas get punched in the teethWhen they front in the beat, but who brings reliefFor the average nine-to-five cat carry his grief?[Chorus][Prodical]Brook-nam, grace and charm, stay calm but chron's hit LebanonBlack man but ortho' green Leprechaun from LexingtonDon't disrespect Sunn, I crack ya face with the gunSmack ya taste outta ya dunn, look at ya fam on the runNow y'all respect Sunn, shine all type directionRight connection with the right perfections, recite a lessonBut my weapon reign automatic projectionBlow out ya reception, hose through ya reflectionSolid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfectionDid a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legendsTwenty-one-two, still gettin' money with the WuUp in the Cayman Islands, *****es sweeter than honey dewAnd I made moves, paid dues and slayed crewsY'all niggas fakin' jacks on tracks, look out for the steel batI live it real black, ill with my format, my war tac'sWorth divine, alphabetically spilt[Chorus]
