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[Intro: Frukwan]
Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yeah, yo, check it, check it, one-two Gravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yo We on ya ass, watch the happ`s of the gun blast [Chorus: Poetic] False Things Must Perish (x4) [Frukwan] Yo, yo, yo Judas, Xavier, Sampson, Goliath Now and nowadays, Gatekeep`, livin` Messiah Porphecize, historically, the wise category Superiority in the game, explain my story Dopeful lavish, they`re doin` that like a savage Concentrate, basin` my inner faith and pushin` karats Rappin` the average, speakin` on riches Teachin` that all of mankind is actin` dumb, deaf and blind Beatin` with stripes, worshippin` the glitter of lights Callin` the Twilight Zone, `pendin` on cellular phones Batteries low, got no dough, what`s facin` you? Sportin` ya jewels, and twenty-seven niggas chasin` you Ultimate blast, constantly repeatin` a path In an attempt to represent, our class be exec. To get higher, for what you desire Yo nigga, yo` blood shall be required Give it here.. [Chorus] [Poetic] Yo, yo, yo Fix ya face, y`all know the tricks of the trade Trade ya six for the eight, spit the case Face fire and escape on tracks, raise the facts I annihi-late the wack, I`m tired of these fakes on wax We all wanna shine but we all don`t seem to have the mind To design schemes that align teams, just a crime scene of blind teens In the rap kingdom, where cats keep bling-a-ling-a-lingin` And it`s fine, I love it when the black man shines Bringin` hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort coke And carry battleaxes, players rock Cadillacs, hunched in their seat Pumpin` the beat when stompin` the street, they come with the heat Cuz flamboyant niggas get punched in the teeth When they front in the beat, but who brings relief For the average nine-to-five cat carry his grief? [Chorus] [Prodical] Brook-nam, grace and charm, stay calm but chron`s hit Lebanon Black man but ortho` green Leprechaun from Lexington Don`t disrespect Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun Smack ya taste outta ya dunn, look at ya fam on the run Now y`all respect Sunn, shine all type direction Right connection with the right perfections, recite a lesson But my weapon reign automatic projection Blow out ya reception, hose through ya reflection Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends Twenty-one-two, still gettin` money with the Wu Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew And I made moves, paid dues and slayed crews Y`all niggas fakin` jacks on tracks, look out for the steel bat I live it real black, ill with my format, my war tac`s Worth divine, alphabetically spilt [Chorus]
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