Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Burn Baby Burn, 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
Burn Baby Burn |
Check it, yo, yo |
I was unearthed, the womb gave birth |
Partitioned to submission, forced to dwell in hell’s kitchen |
I lived contaminated for months |
Stalkin fresh was a casual hunt, peep the game |
Waitin for a stray pass-byer |
Grab the motherfucker burn him set him on fire |
I’ve been insane since exchange of rings |
That the docs in autops', tried to prevent to stop |
Biologically I breathe, a rebel |
Psychologically havin fights with the devil |
Wakin up with gashes, deep river slashes |
Hearin the talkin of the motherfucker burned to ashes |
Scared to sleep, fearin committin a sin |
Stuck my eyelid and brow with a safety pin |
Feelin myself lifted yet seein myself, still sittin |
Evil has become my faith — I’m slippin |
Yo, from the first day, that I burst through the skin of a virgin |
I was cursed by sin |
A mammal of the sea |
Pops named John Samuel Berkeley, out of his nuts came me |
True indeed I had soul, even as a tadpole |
Grab hold of an egg, just to have a mole |
Grew up surrounded by darkness and blood |
Swimmin in the cut like Noah in the flood |
EH AH AH AH AH! |
Drama! |
Devils attack me inside my MOMMA! |
This caused trauma |
While I was growin up she was throwin up |
It got worse — it’s how I met the doc and the nurse |
They took an X-ray, kept it to the next DAY |
To figure out the best way to posess ME |
Trapped in a pool of impurity |
Without security, nearly ruined me |
No immunity, to the curse yet |
I saw the Earth sweatin, as poppa prayed on the church step |
In the place where they worship |
As the nurse crept I got mad nervous |
Tossin turnin, fightin to awake |
I woke up with a scream, strapped to the stake |
Blood drippin like rain, excruciatin pain |
Loosin my grip; |
episode of «Tales From the Crypt» |
Seein faces of death had me shortness of breath |
Fallin through the rabbit hole that collapsed my chest |
Blood spillin, inside survive like a villain |
Killin life, tortorous as Vincent Prince |
Tried to run got caught then I lost my tongue |
Barrels of dead corpse beatin my head like a drum |
Summoned to scotch your head, let’s figure |
They guided my light, I came back a Gravedigga |
The prophet — enhanced by these deadly concoctions |
Killin evil that lurk in the dirt, is our only option |
Four hundred years in the pits we dwell |
And for every drop of blood you will burn in hell, devil |
Yo, pain builds my character |
Deranged cancer cell begin to damage my shell |
Tissues begin to swell |
A human pin-cushion needles begin pushin |
Through my, melanin color, blood begins gushin |
Hunger — pain is, fed through my veins |
Tryin to maintain body and brain under strain |
Belly bein drained from my nose through a catheter |
To maintain my stamina, game is high caliber |
Flashback my dossier file before the hospital |
Lots’ll pay a pile of cheddar to see me rock my style |
Got lots of smiles from man woman and child |
A Gravedigga here runnin wild like the Nile |
Ghetto, X-File, the horrorcore bringers |
City morgue singers, new rap era beginners |
Four years out of seven I remember tourin |
And this year I’m measurin my urine |