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Yo, yo (Gravediggaz) |
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Gatekeep and Grim Reap' |
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[repeating in background:] "Burn baby burn, burn baby burn" |
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[Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper] |
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Check it, yo, yo |
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I was unearthed, the womb gave birth |
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Partitioned to submission, forced to dwell in hell's kitchen |
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I lived contaminated for months |
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Stalkin fresh was a casual hunt, peep the game |
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Waitin for a stray pass-byer |
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Grab the motherfucker burn him set him on fire |
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I've been insane since exchange of rings |
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That the docs in autops', tried to prevent to stop |
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Biologically I breathe, a rebel |
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Psychologically havin fights with the devil |
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Wakin up with gashes, deep river slashes |
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Hearin the talkin of the motherfucker burned to ashes |
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Scared to sleep, fearin committin a sin |
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Stuck my eyelid and brow with a safety pin |
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Feelin myself lifted yet seein myself, still sittin |
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Evil has become my faith - I'm slippin |
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[x8:] "Burn baby burn, burn baby burn" |
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[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] |
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Yo, from the first day, that I burst through the skin of a virgin |
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I was cursed by sin |
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A mammal of the sea |
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Pops named John Samuel Berkeley, out of his nuts came me |
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True indeed I had soul, even as a tadpole |
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Grab hold of an egg, just to have a mole |
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Grew up surrounded by darkness and blood |
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Swimmin in the cut like Noah in the flood |
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EH AH AH AH AH!! Drama! Devils attack me inside my MOMMA! |
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This caused trauma |
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While I was growin up she was throwin up |
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It got worse - it's how I met the doc and the nurse |
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They took an X-ray, kept it to the next DAY |
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To figure out the best way to posess ME |
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Trapped in a pool of impurity |
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Without security, nearly ruined me |
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No immunity, to the curse yet |
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I saw the Earth sweatin, as poppa prayed on the church step |
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In the place where they worship |
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As the nurse crept I got mad nervous |
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[x8:] "Burn baby burn, burn baby burn" |
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[Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper] |
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Tossin turnin, fightin to awake |
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I woke up with a scream, strapped to the stake |
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Blood drippin like rain, excruciatin pain |
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Loosin my grip; episode of "Tales From the Crypt" |
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Seein faces of death had me shortness of breath |
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Fallin through the rabbit hole that collapsed my chest |
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Blood spillin, inside survive like a villain |
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Killin life, tortorous as Vincent Prince |
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Tried to run got caught then I lost my tongue |
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Barrels of dead corpse beatin my head like a drum |
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Summoned to scotch your head, let's figure |
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They guided my light, I came back a Gravedigga |
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The prophet - enhanced by these deadly concoctions |
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Killin evil that lurk in the dirt, is our only option |
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Four hundred years in the pits we dwell |
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And for every drop of blood you will burn in hell, devil |
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[x8:] "Burn baby burn, burn baby burn" |
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[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper] |
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Yo, pain builds my character |
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Deranged cancer cell begin to damage my shell |
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Tissues begin to swell |
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A human pin-cushion needles begin pushin |
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Through my, melanin color, blood begins gushin |
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Hunger - pain is, fed through my veins |
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Tryin to maintain body and brain under strain |
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Belly bein drained from my nose through a catheter |
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To maintain my stamina, game is high caliber |
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Flashback my dossier file before the hospital |
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Lots'll pay a pile of cheddar to see me rock my style |
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Got lots of smiles from man woman and child |
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A Gravedigga here runnin wild like the Nile |
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Ghetto, X-File, the horrorcore bringers |
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City morgue singers, new rap era beginners |
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Four years out of seven I remember tourin |
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And this year I'm measurin my urine |
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[x16:] "Burn baby burn, burn baby burn" |
