| Yeah, comin through the mist of the dust
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| Of a hundred thousand wild stallions
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| On a dirt road
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| Another episode of the Gravediggaz saga
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| Yo You came to assassinate me I got degrees that evaporate seas
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| I got thoughts that decapitate enemies
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| While your thoughts couldn’t fascinate fleas
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| See I manipulate keys in a vocal joint
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| That alter your focal point, fuckin snake
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| I annoit by will, to kill you savage emcees
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| Then watch your cabbages bleed
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| You’re weak and you’re wicked
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| Diseased with a sickness, that turn Gods into swine
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| My mind detects blind ambition
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| A fine musician slash crooked politician
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| Trapped in a black hole, cuz ya lack soul
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| Gravity chokes ya black soul like a lasso
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| Your condition is a walking dead man
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| +Wake+ the fuck +Up+ or get your head banged
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| I’m the soldier with the bloody red hands
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| These ghetto alleys become dead valleys
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| Snakes too shook to show up at your rally
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| Some paralysed by the thought of bein analyzed and caught up in lies
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| In false hood, it ain’t all good, in New York, if you don’t walk the walk
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| I dare fuckin parasites to grab a mic
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| The Grym brings Fahrenheit, and blinding light
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| You are not my competition, you non-living treacherous pig
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| I’ll have you submit… yo You’re feeble and you play black, guard ya shrine
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| I’m a needle in a hay-stack, hard to find
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| I’m evil when you slay black God for crime
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| I’m evil and I stay strapped far as the rhyme |