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Gravediggaz f Prodical - False Things Must Perish

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[Intro: Frukwan]
Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yeah, yo, check it, check it, one-two
Gravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yo
We on ya ass, watch the happ`s of the gun blast

[Chorus: Poetic]
False Things Must Perish (x4)

[Frukwan]
Yo, yo, yo
Judas, Xavier, Sampson, Goliath
Now and nowadays, Gatekeep`, livin` Messiah
Porphecize, historically, the wise category
Superiority in the game, explain my story
Dopeful lavish, they`re doin` that like a savage
Concentrate, basin` my inner faith and pushin` karats
Rappin` the average, speakin` on riches
Teachin` that all of mankind is actin` dumb, deaf and blind
Beatin` with stripes, worshippin` the glitter of lights
Callin` the Twilight Zone, `pendin` on cellular phones
Batteries low, got no dough, what`s facin` you?
Sportin` ya jewels, and twenty-seven niggas chasin` you
Ultimate blast, constantly repeatin` a path
In an attempt to represent, our class be exec.
To get higher, for what you desire
Yo nigga, yo` blood shall be required
Give it here..

[Chorus]

[Poetic]
Yo, yo, yo
Fix ya face, y`all know the tricks of the trade
Trade ya six for the eight, spit the case
Face fire and escape on tracks, raise the facts
I annihi-late the wack, I`m tired of these fakes on wax
We all wanna shine but we all don`t seem to have the mind
To design schemes that align teams, just a crime scene of blind teens
In the rap kingdom, where cats keep
bling-a-ling-a-lingin`
And it`s fine, I love it when the black man shines
Bringin` hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort coke
And carry battleaxes, players rock Cadillacs, hunched in their seat
Pumpin` the beat when stompin` the street, they come with the heat
Cuz flamboyant niggas get punched in the teeth
When they front in the beat, but who brings relief
For the average nine-to-five cat carry his grief?

[Chorus]

[Prodical]
Brook-nam, grace and charm, stay calm but chron`s hit Lebanon
Black man but ortho` green Leprechaun from Lexington
Don`t disrespect Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun
Smack ya taste outta ya dunn, look at ya fam on the run
Now y`all respect Sunn, shine all type direction
Right connection with the right perfections, recite a lesson
But my weapon reign automatic projection
Blow out ya reception, hose through ya reflection
Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection
Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends
Twenty-one-two, still gettin` money with the Wu
Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew
And I made moves, paid dues and slayed crews
Y`all niggas fakin` jacks on tracks, look out for the steel bat
I live it real black, ill with my format, my war tac`s
Worth divine, alphabetically spilt

[Chorus]

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