| The battle, the war, lay your whites, slick
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| And I won’t blast clips that’ll end your ass quick
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| What y’all know about the war?
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| About the core act of duty, bit missle buoy
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| Sink your battleship, fuck you, sue me
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| This be from the heart, sincerely yours, truly
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| B9, behind your blinds
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| Behind your door, you want war? |
| Don’t think so
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| You know my M-O, Beretta 9, black Rambo
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| Big guns, extra ammo
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| Plus, heavy artillery, D-stream me and military
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| Killarmy Arabs out for your commissary
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| So nigga run it and catch a hot one in your stomach, bitch, bitch!
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| What y’all know about the war?
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| Yo, when I was young I strongly seeked for the knowledge
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| I never went to college but acknowledged
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| The fact that knowledge is first
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| Through the academy of the Universe
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| Taking everything for what it’s worth
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| Remember that night the Earth cried for the Gods to come through
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| To make unknown things that seem impossible, possible
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| Mastering all obstacles and all courses
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| Striving to absorb the Earth’s forces
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| Yo we never wack, clever rap, stay forever black
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| I’m a lyrical Pteradac', severing backs
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| Bad luck for sorry MCs to get a match
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| Bad luck, I strike you like you just broke a mirror black
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| Here’s the fact, I manufacture the jams that fracture your program
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| Shatter grey matter with the soul of a slow jam
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| It’s the grandmaster, Elohim, flaming guillotine
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| Still keen with the skill of a marine to the extreme
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| Flow like a jet stream also collect cream at shows
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| The veteran P-R-O
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| Better than most you know, sharp as an arrow
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| Sing like a sparrow, Grym Reap’s the motto
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| Killing you softly with Islam right knowledge
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| For hollow-head pieces that worship dead Jesus
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| And still don’t keep His commandments
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| I Leave souls abandoned with pieces of a dream
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| I’m so unique when I peak on the scene
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| Chk-chk-chk-chk, Gravedigga at it again, 2000
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| Running through your project housing, what?
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| Yo, check it, check it
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| Gotta peep at this shit
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| It’s called key rap
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| If you doubt the strength
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| Competition, every blow high tense steel
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| That you can’t touch, taste, feel
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| The lord of the world, capable at will
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| Take control of all your men when I blast my solar winds
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| Nomads in the land
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| Mercenaries that are tactically prepared
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| Gravediggaz show no fear
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| Ghetto warriors in a jungle, where if one don’t find the edge
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| And to no one there’s the trend
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| Back breaker of men
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| Mighty morphins, no beginning nor end
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| Can you place my origin?
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| But now when I daze, finding new ways to destroy in one day
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| Not afraid to dig graves
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| In the mind of my own, graveyard is my home
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| And Hell is where I dwell, Gravediggaz will prevail |