Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Understand That, artist - Gravediggaz. Album song 6 Feet Under, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.04.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: X-Ray
Song language: English
I Understand That |
Back again in the midst’s of the dirt and the lurky mud |
In the dark clouds and the pitch black skies |
In the stages of triple darkness |
I spark this, microphone |
To, inject y’all, to a lethal dose |
Of Knowledge, Wisdom and Understandin |
From the original mans plannin |
Yo, take it for what it’s worth |
I own the planet Earth |
For real |
«There are a lot of questions I’m gonna ask you about this week |
But the idea of living other than yourself |
I’m not gonna put it down» |
Burnin mothafuckas like garbage |
Livin the largest of our feline cats |
Stalkin alley ways pitch black |
Do the level in pursuit, I’m snipin a mothafuckin devil |
Paranoid, unemployed black rebel |
Cover ups, fatality spawn bodies |
Fatality, blood stained walls, that’s formality |
Witness the army kamikaze, symbolic to Kadafi-a |
Fuck the mafia |
A threat, ten national securities |
For bein 400 million Fists Of Fury |
In front of your lord |
Weapon moves swift, gas mask, infared |
Four devils ahead (huh) |
Historical proportion, controllin chunks of land |
Belongin to the original man, what? |
«Of course you do, of course you wear a mask |
Of course as a child you learned |
That your natural self was not acceptable |
I understand |
I understand that your parents didn’t want you to be |
Who you were |
And your siblings didn’t want you to be who you were |
I understand that» |
(Fuck you) |
Dialog got the tools sparked, brain puncture true |
Salmonize with your boo, yo |
It’s critical, graveyard crew live thick |
The mind of the great scientific |
Find of all kinds, forget it |
Absence, scale casualties, mild disease |
Foul remedies, enemies |
Lurkin and desertin, criteria’s menace, suicide |
Tidal waves out in Venice |
Then it’s just a matter of time |
Your mind go through the Alpine, tryin to confine |
Fire storms dropped in a tablet, gushin from the gasket |
Metal car, push cart caskets |