| lady
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| judge
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| lady
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| judge [I said order in the court now! |
| Now, before this
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| court passes judgement, will the four defendents
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| please rise and approuch the bench]
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| gravedigga [Trust me guys, it’s all under control
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| the judge is my uncle, he’ll take the
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| insanity plea… oh yeah, don’t foget
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| my retained balance.]
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| judge [Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity
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| claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hidous murders. |
| Can you please explain
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| to the court how these so called spirits made
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| you into these RAVING MADMEN!!!]
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| Verse One: Scientific Shabazz
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| Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism
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| The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism
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| Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
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| I come forth with gravediggaz in a head full of dread
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| I’ve been examined ever since I was seamen
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| They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon
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| At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles
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| and drugged me all up with the deseases of evil
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| Grew up in hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple
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| I’m fighting a holy war in the mental
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| Look deep into my eyes, you’ll see visions of death
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| Possessed by homicide is what I’m obsessed
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| Giving niggaz brain dimples
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| Dragging they asses on my hook by they temples
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| The cause of death is unknown to the cops
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| Cause when I kill them, I’m not leavin one element to autopse
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| First I’ll assasinate em And them I’ll cremate them
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| and take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone
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| Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones
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| You try to haunt me nigga, I aint trying to hear it Buck Buck Buck, I’ll give your ass a holy spririt.
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| gravedigga [stressed full, try to avoid all impure
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| thoughts. |
| I am loosing my mind. |
| . |
| .]
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| judge [Can you please explain to the court when these
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| problems first began?]
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| Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector
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| The year 84, November, day 10
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| Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen
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| I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years
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| Of blood sweat and tears
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| I saw the tourture brutal murder of my father
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| So my brain became stained with the horror
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| I’m having reoccuring nightmares
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| Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair
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| I got tackled with handcuffs
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| And shackled in restraint
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| At the bottom of a holy tabernacle
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| They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks
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| And sewed my eye lids open so I couldn’t sleep
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| About to die from thirst, that’s when the minister
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| quinched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar
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| Upon my wounds they seasoned my with salt
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| And nailed my hands feet to the form of the cross
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| AHH! |
| I cry
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| As the blood drips inside of my eye
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| refusing to die
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| Visions of hell tormented my face
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| So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape.
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| guy [ oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta
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| esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca
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| carajo, cono]
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| judge [ Calm down people, please calm down
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| Let us please procede with the
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| defendents explanation ]
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| Verse Three: Killer Priest
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| Enta the realms of understanding
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| And take good heed
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| And you could bleed
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| While I’m standing
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| Three stages of pure hell
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| Justications of red cells
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| Path is dull and narrow
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| You’re stalked by a shadow
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| I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow
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| So narrow, only one could enter at a time
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| Stuck in the center, read the signs
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| A thousand doors to choose
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| You better hurry
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| Don’t stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry
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| On your right side there’s fire
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| On you left, deep waters
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| Watch your step, it’s deep waters!
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| What’s that coming through the floor?
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| It’s a claw
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| (AHHH!!)
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| Verse Four: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper
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| Stroll thruogh the dark conditions
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| I stone you till I see sparks of friction
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| I chop ya like a coal miner
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| Then combine the drug
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| And mix it with your blood
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| Some more
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| I give you some more
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| And watch you crawl
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| Guts hit the floor
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| Worms that dig your pores
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| I trick ya, ha, then I’m quick to syringe
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| Deep into my thoughts and bust out your skin
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| You scream, portraits of inflictable pain
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| You can’t stand
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| You’re up to your hands in quick sand
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| You’re sinking and sinking deep into the earth
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| Thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth
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| My mental says it’s my turn to possess the matta
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| Stab you with a dagga
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| Of Jacob’s Ladder
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| Thoughts become shattered, confused, and tragic
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| Fiery thoughts of Gravediggaz. |
| ..
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| judge |