| A fresh alley, is like Death Valley
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| Strangers are met fouly like heads with a bounty
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| I Invade your county, state, town, or borough
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| Rap steelo, thorough, home on the furlo
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| Dolo, solo, singular, similar to none, with the black Polo
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| Outfit, house bitch you dumb
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| Deaf, blind, can’t rip a rhyme
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| MC’s lines is empty, I’m unfriendly
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| The Art of War horror-core slaughter more cats than a Chinese restaraunt
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| My rhyme peaks is the art on all you triflin' me, like the Eiffel
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| MC’s, I’m rightful in these lyrical bullets in the form of a bullet
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| In your back, you’re wack, fuck your click, they just over-react
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| I ain’t feelin' your track when I come fully stacked for combat
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| I break mates, human bein’s, shapes, and Shakespeare’s of Europeans
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| Fuckin' sewer semen, Apache renegades with hand grenades
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| Drop bombs, invade men through their hearin' aids
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| And fully extend the Gravedigga welcome
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| To Hell, son, the Devil got you in a full nelson
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| Stride for stride, I carry my Gravedigga shield with pride
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| If left to the doctors I’d have already died
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| But I’m back, darker than a pitch-black night
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| With a track and a mic
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| Man Only Fears what he knows he should not
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| Man Only Fears what he knows he should not
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| (Yo niggas that know not can’t get, don’t got)
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| Let me dictate what I wrote, PaperMate
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| ShoGun, I use my words to Assason-ate
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| Murder is all I see here, so I say what I see
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| When you step in front of me, my thoughts is explosive energy
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| Call the bomb squad, I’m a threat to the cassette deck
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| Might spit a cartridge, to rip through your cartalidge
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| Danny Godsmith, who the fuck you think masterminded this?
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| Brain-storm, Red Dawn, war pawn, let the gun show 'em
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| We could happily leave the convo', I got an arsenal
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| I’d Dress to Kill, Swingin' Swords Where I Rest At
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| It’s Blood for Blood in this Shoot Out
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| Clash of the Titans, Universal Soldiers, Wake the fuck Up!
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| Black ambiance, I levitate in a motherfuckin' seance
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| Upon a black young child with the crayon
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| I prayed on intellectuals in exceptional venacular
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| Vintage cosmetic venacular callisthetics
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| Genetic contraband, study of the graphed tin man
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| Wisdom concurrent, run determinded through event sentence of death
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| Last chance, close the curtain, go inhale the vision of detail
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| Realistic accuracy backed by the faculty
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| The Gods, I use the guns and Glocks to lock the monopoly
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| Armed, the bomb, the harness, released under my own recognizance
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| Gatekeep', what? |
| You know how it motherfuckin' be
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| G-O-D, the path consists of numerous tricks
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| But niggas thoughts are restricted
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| Rather be crammed in little districts
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| Chop the element, a household name in every residence
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| I be the King sparkin', runnin' niggas like drill sergeants
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| Of course no remorse, deterent fear radiates coherent
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| Rather bust your own than eliminate the appearance
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| Cover us but On the Strength my niggas double up
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| Here to engage, left in disarray
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| Torn, devestated, from the fierce brigade
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| Man Only Fears, Many Only Fears
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| Niggas that know not can’t get, don’t got (x4) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Man Only Fears , by - Gravediggaz. Song from the album Nightmare in A-Minor, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп