Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bloodshed, artist - Gravediggaz. Album song Nightmare in A-Minor, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sun-Star
Song language: English
Bloodshed |
Through the eyes of a Gravedigga, yo, everything is going to Hell |
My super thugs is all goin to jail, blowin their bail on ballin |
When business and sales keep fallin, but when the streets keep fallin |
My peeps keep crawlin, deep into the trench |
With God-U's for self-defence, the war is intense |
My warrior sin says manifest says send out the S.O.S., |
Save Our Soldiers |
Represent, behold our hour with the glass of time |
Can we only get power, from a mass of crime? |
Havin a judge sayin, Your ass is mine |
As I pearls to get cash, the swine |
Like it ain’t enough positive shit to go around |
As black bones get deposited into the ground |
When I hit you with truth it hurts |
You’ll rather here about those spooks and ghosts |
Don’t let it get you down son, when the block’s locked down |
Dirty cops come around with four-pounds, and niggaz get shot down dead |
Laid up in the cemetery bed, we all live amongst the Bloodshed |
Yo, unleash the vent, build off the strength |
De-orogatory switch, niggaz bust the snitch |
A-alikes thinking foul, could see it Fat ground crossed ya feet, thug God, the navy seal |
For real, protect my own peeps from guns and shields |
Let him heal, send him back in a stretched Deville |
Most wanted, the most dangerous |
Brain and guts bein spilled is the aim for us, plus |
P.H.D.'s, never these, black niggaz get caught in traffic |
Fittin the demographic |
The Lone Ranger, 400 years still a stranger |
Still gettin beat like a Harvey Wallbanger |
Destined for rage and uprise, inherit the meak |
Still enslaved in Romanian Greek |
Guard the tally, your finale in the street |
Mothafucka, I still rule the valley (what nigga?) |
Sufferin little children are comin to me Livin in the ghetto and slums of misery |
Ebony lives, they’re subject to venom and lies |
The black youth with minimum ties |
No root to the tribal glues you provide a guide |
Soul divide is self-suicide |
You and I, should bond together |
Unified, through the stormy weather |
Do or die, you was born my brother |
Nature’s your mother, the most highest aura |
Father, who art in heaven, me and you, brethern, |
slippin inside of Hell’s oven |
Run by the devils that got no lovin |
No wonder we all be buggin, pushin and shovin |
We totally frustrated, aggrevated, agitated, mis-educated |
Unappreciated, I got affidavits that date back to David, that’s why we’re hated |
Yet still we press on, even though the stress is the norm |
And the address that we rest is wrong |
My live Vietnam strong arms, I think with the trigger |
Hold your own, sacrifice the world for a nigga |
Word bond, Twelve Jewelz, the lifeline, vicular mind |
Up under the fine, sexual architechtual structure |
It only takes so much, in the trench hereditary |
My heart pumped the cold city lights |
I’m hypin up my niggaz to fight, y’aight |
Million Man March cavalry, assault and battery |
The double-edge style is single hand malice |
Deep thick, a bomber in the world a piranha |
NARCs bustin caps through your goose-down bomber |
The Kay Creo, ridin patrol, artillery, feel me? |
Fuck it, I’m all paramilitary, buckshots reign, the ruggeded terrain |
Unless a nigga standin for change |
The spoon fed lies are bein nothin but game |