| No more dead end streets
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| Gravediggaz, dark angels
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| Appearin out the fog
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| Reappearin every millenium
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| Frukwan, the Gate Keep, sun star
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| Hit it up, ya How many’s willin, ready for the war
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| Permit the killin, what if it’s ya own
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| That’s the villain, what do you do? |
| Do you kill 'em?
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| Created from a cumulus, cause that are numerous
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| Dangerous combattin, when I kill, it’s no accident
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| Punch hole thru your abdomen, pluck your vein instrument
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| Prevent, my thought waves travel infinite
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| Periodically I generate, natural intake
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| 7 and a half ounce brain, 5% body weight
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| Repititious, the bishop, he only enter the vicious
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| Sleepin wit yo misses, tappin that ass vicious
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| Squeeze time, a pressure ya muthafuckas couldn’t measure
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| The dead body severed, fingers are dismembered
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| Hair foliculs, point of rap, wrapped in iodine
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| Wrapped in a heat, body found upon the ground of Egypt
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| Jamaica, that on to make a Earth shaker
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| Natural disaster, hemipheric master
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| Master crater size hole, niggas that wanna fold
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| Blow, transport threatin ya fuckin life support
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| Petrolium niggas up on the Potium
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| Figure, how many niggas run wit Gravediggaz, nigga!
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| Yo, next up Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony titanium
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| Criminal record, never had one, never made none
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| Never grab guns and blaze them just for fun
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| I’m military trained, not considered very fiend
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| Not to kill up every frame within the skill of my brain
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| When I peep certain cats on the block, I know they plot
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| How to get what I got, cuz we travel alot
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| Doin hip hop in spots that get hot
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| They figure we get knots, a few bad apples’ll lick shots
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| And shit stops, the Most High
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| Deprive human life out of his gift shop
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| Thirty four years up on the brick top
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| Tryin to survive, it’s as wild as elephant’s stampede
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| To see, fans leave as someone in the audience, clans bleed
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| They can’t breath, after the next man squeeze
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| And this girl is like Please
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| Someone, get a parademic, the ghetto drama’s pathetic
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| More black armor shredded, I need peace
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| Peace of mind, peace and quiet, piece of the pie
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| Piece of the action, to acquire
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| A nice piece of real estate when I need escape
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| A pen and a piece of paper, to plot my next caper
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| Up in the safe havin, smokin peace pipes
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| As peeps try the peace treaty
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| And we be usin the Sun as a time piece
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| Dime pieces in two piece bikinis
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| That give me a piece of ass, whenever they see me What the dealy? |
| Behind the whole plot
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| As I carry a piece to protect my flock
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| Can’t throw rocks while enemies toke glocks
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| The human and the low brain lock, and we go into shock
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| My mic check is life or death (6X) — Nas
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| My mic check is life or death, breathin the sniper’s breath — Nas |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killing Fieldz, artist - Gravediggaz. Album song Nightmare in A-Minor, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп