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Gravediggaz - Da Bomb lyrics
Gatekeeper] In '97 don't be alarmed Gravediggaz drop (Da Bomb! Da Bomb! Da Bomb!) G R A V E D (Da Bomb!) I double G A to the zig zag Z Droppin' (Da Bomb!) [Grym Reaper] Ay yo I really hate snakes I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face But that would be exhibitin' the same weak traits Shit is deep like bass enemies get beat lock breaks From dusk to dawn I thrust upon the scene Always conscious I was born supreme No wonder I run with a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine thousand convicts Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets With nullified beef and combat swamp rats And ghetto playgrounds where scenes is tragic Everyday seein' decayin' brown fabrics (Da Bomb!) A thirty pound addict with a hundred dollar day habit True Master! Broadcast the havocism I'm babblin' Mic's turnin' to javelins Stabbin' MCs in the abdomen and laughin' at 'em (Hahahahaha!) [Gatekeeper] Gravediggaz a cannibal for swoops and bats Sweat rocks as the jock and they counter react Occupation i'm a blizzard, Gate Keep freak the reason For the break, I been around as long as the Rza The ripper, graveyards known for plenty more Rugged raw, puttin' hardcore kicks on double doors Your future's at stake, big mistake You moved! (Da Bomb!) Mmm-mm you can't escape, checkmate The flashy nigga, underground digga Nigga think his head big enough, I make it bigga The trank, I bust all blank, when I intake There forsake, my lyrics are fatter then Phil Brakes The bed rocker, snatch doctor This little Bagandian rocker I'm Phantom of the Opera Check it, the mic is my crystal ball And when I'm on it I'm open like a mall You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at While you bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!) Mmmm now what you gonna do, kid Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!) Mmmm to my bigga niggas Representing Gravediggaz worldwide stars drop the (Da Bomb!) Mmmm don't be alarmed Your persona ain't on from the three alarm from the (Da Bomb!) G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!) I, double G, A to the zig zag Z Droppin' (Da Bomb!) [Grym Reaper] I possess intellect to reflect One of the best flows Within the metro-politan Got more styles than a Chinaman Anywhere ya find the Grym My mind I bring Disaster to areas Faster than spots in Iraq that got blown from aircraft carriers Carry your whack ass outta my war zone Or get slapped in the jaw bone From the megawatts of the raw pone Missed the tour rooms through Cities and stadiums, halls and Paladiums All over the Mediteranean Seas I'm terrorizin' MCs like an Iranian Seizin' a Boeing 747 24/7 we're flowin' professionally You see spots keep glowin' at the Gravediggaz showin' We master the art exceptionally [Gatekeeper] No doubt when I precipitate the walls vibration Thought skies cover your fake ass lacerations Check it, forever your rest, black hood the event Brothers in the New York streets that represent Squeeze ya coal, 32 below Send a chill through your bow Catch your fuckin' nerve like a snow cone You get stuffed like an envelope, yo Won't even think twice, I'll slice the fuckin' rope Save your salvation Ruin your reputation Get ready for a brief devastation Forty clicks up the creek If I hear a squeek The nigga Gate Keep never ever retreats Brooklyn street perpendicular The order for manslaughter is vehicular Terrified flashbacks Gaspin' for your airsac The mere factor of unleashin' my second chapter You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at While your bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!) Now what ya gonna do kid Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!) (Da Bomb!) Yo, Gravediggaz, The Undertaker, Gate Keep, Rzarector, Grym Reap Collectively droppin' (Da Bomb!) G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!) I, double G, A to the zig zag Z |
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