Song | Zig Zag Chamber |
Artist | Gravediggaz |
Album | Nightmare in A-Minor |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
Look Chief | |
There's only one way to catch these Gravediggaz | |
We gotta go deep into the underground | |
(You're nuts! | |
You know what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave?) | |
[Poetic] | |
Yo, I'm comin in black and runnin the track, I dare you to overreact | |
I'm placin the mic stand into my right hand diggin a hole in your back | |
Just for the record I'm making it perfectly clear that my method'll sever the ear | |
Of the biggest and baddest regardless of status, it's hazardous when I appear | |
Uh, fake cats'll tremble in fear unless you repent or beware | |
I mentally damage and fracture your cabbage, you're way beyond repair | |
Carryin tools while others be braggin about they carats and jewels | |
It's a marriage of fools, stick up! - now you're left in a blood pool | |
Illiterate, limited, primitive, inconsiderate piece of shit | |
I stick you for yo ice with the graveyard pick | |
I'm sicker than sickle cell, puttin you through triple hell | |
Rippin your whole shell, then I cripple you as well | |
[Frukwan] | |
[sniff] | |
Torn between the weed and indo, occasion occupation | |
Bitches are starstruck on location | |
Keepin the fat gear and a loot knot include bangin and bounce nigga to doom | |
Pickin him up, rippin his gut, blood spread across the room | |
Peelin your skin dry, hopin your ass die, fuck a prayer | |
Dragon slayer, organ donor, a nigga that's quick to bone ya | |
Black pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a moaner | |
Lightin a fuse, strikin your ass on fire - I burn ya | |
Beggin and plead, where to begin, niggas is lost, covered with sin | |
Nigga that wanna step, same nigga get disrespect | |
Holdin it down, mixed in the mud, corner to cave | |
Niggas are slaved with affadavids | |
Roamin the globe unknown and nameless | |
[CHORUS: Poetic x2] | |
The G-r-a-v-e-d-i-g-g-a | |
Zig Zag Chamber | |
Got cats in danger | |
The hot flow's major | |
The show's got flavor | |
You all know the caper | |
God control your paper | |
[Poetic] | |
Severely poor, yes, I was here before, now it's a daily war | |
If the hustle fail me or derail me I'ma be jailed for sure | |
Pressure be escalatin, stakes be testin my patience | |
Satan be puttin the thought in my head to lay awake and waste men | |
But they be black like me and they react like me | |
Carry a gat like me, producin the drama like Spike Lee | |
Hoodies and Timbs nightly, manoueverin packed tightly | |
Keepin the block spicy and like they wrist icy | |
For a limited time the criminal mind'll shine before they find | |
They dumb and deaf and blind, either be god or be a swine | |
You know the graveyard anthem, dig in your brain sanctum | |
Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium, I'm out like a phantom | |
[Frukwan] | |
Yo.. leave em collegient, vision impaired, leavin a trapped sector | |
Catchin a snare, breathin the air, pickin up fans like bone collector | |
Slip in the deuce, turn on the juice, niggas are lost in thought | |
Afraid in their appearance, runnin past interference | |
Pick up a trend, tearin a raid, causin the earth so shake | |
Made up a cost next to nothin, my molecules runnin constant | |
Microphone leave em destruct, rap employment, guns I bust | |
Never to sink or drop, I'm ready to bust shots | |
The hideous, deep in the dark, mysterious, dark delirious | |
Blow the head off distortion, display it in proportions | |
Maintainin a Grym tale, remainin to raise hell | |
Fuck a clonin, a nigga receive death to my opponents | |
[CHORUS x6] |
zuo ci : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
Look Chief | |
There' s only one way to catch these Gravediggaz | |
We gotta go deep into the underground | |
You' re nuts! | |
You know what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave? | |
Poetic | |
Yo, I' m comin in black and runnin the track, I dare you to overreact | |
I' m placin the mic stand into my right hand diggin a hole in your back | |
Just for the record I' m making it perfectly clear that my method' ll sever the ear | |
Of the biggest and baddest regardless of status, it' s hazardous when I appear | |
Uh, fake cats' ll tremble in fear unless you repent or beware | |
I mentally damage and fracture your cabbage, you' re way beyond repair | |
Carryin tools while others be braggin about they carats and jewels | |
It' s a marriage of fools, stick up! now you' re left in a blood pool | |
Illiterate, limited, primitive, inconsiderate piece of shit | |
I stick you for yo ice with the graveyard pick | |
I' m sicker than sickle cell, puttin you through triple hell | |
Rippin your whole shell, then I cripple you as well | |
Frukwan | |
sniff | |
Torn between the weed and indo, occasion occupation | |
Bitches are starstruck on location | |
Keepin the fat gear and a loot knot include bangin and bounce nigga to doom | |
Pickin him up, rippin his gut, blood spread across the room | |
Peelin your skin dry, hopin your ass die, fuck a prayer | |
Dragon slayer, organ donor, a nigga that' s quick to bone ya | |
Black pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a moaner | |
Lightin a fuse, strikin your ass on fire I burn ya | |
Beggin and plead, where to begin, niggas is lost, covered with sin | |
Nigga that wanna step, same nigga get disrespect | |
Holdin it down, mixed in the mud, corner to cave | |
Niggas are slaved with affadavids | |
Roamin the globe unknown and nameless | |
CHORUS: Poetic x2 | |
The Gravedigga | |
Zig Zag Chamber | |
Got cats in danger | |
The hot flow' s major | |
The show' s got flavor | |
You all know the caper | |
God control your paper | |
Poetic | |
Severely poor, yes, I was here before, now it' s a daily war | |
If the hustle fail me or derail me I' ma be jailed for sure | |
Pressure be escalatin, stakes be testin my patience | |
Satan be puttin the thought in my head to lay awake and waste men | |
But they be black like me and they react like me | |
Carry a gat like me, producin the drama like Spike Lee | |
Hoodies and Timbs nightly, manoueverin packed tightly | |
Keepin the block spicy and like they wrist icy | |
For a limited time the criminal mind' ll shine before they find | |
They dumb and deaf and blind, either be god or be a swine | |
You know the graveyard anthem, dig in your brain sanctum | |
Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium, I' m out like a phantom | |
Frukwan | |
Yo.. leave em collegient, vision impaired, leavin a trapped sector | |
Catchin a snare, breathin the air, pickin up fans like bone collector | |
Slip in the deuce, turn on the juice, niggas are lost in thought | |
Afraid in their appearance, runnin past interference | |
Pick up a trend, tearin a raid, causin the earth so shake | |
Made up a cost next to nothin, my molecules runnin constant | |
Microphone leave em destruct, rap employment, guns I bust | |
Never to sink or drop, I' m ready to bust shots | |
The hideous, deep in the dark, mysterious, dark delirious | |
Blow the head off distortion, display it in proportions | |
Maintainin a Grym tale, remainin to raise hell | |
Fuck a clonin, a nigga receive death to my opponents | |
CHORUS x6 |
zuò cí : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
Look Chief | |
There' s only one way to catch these Gravediggaz | |
We gotta go deep into the underground | |
You' re nuts! | |
You know what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave? | |
Poetic | |
Yo, I' m comin in black and runnin the track, I dare you to overreact | |
I' m placin the mic stand into my right hand diggin a hole in your back | |
Just for the record I' m making it perfectly clear that my method' ll sever the ear | |
Of the biggest and baddest regardless of status, it' s hazardous when I appear | |
Uh, fake cats' ll tremble in fear unless you repent or beware | |
I mentally damage and fracture your cabbage, you' re way beyond repair | |
Carryin tools while others be braggin about they carats and jewels | |
It' s a marriage of fools, stick up! now you' re left in a blood pool | |
Illiterate, limited, primitive, inconsiderate piece of shit | |
I stick you for yo ice with the graveyard pick | |
I' m sicker than sickle cell, puttin you through triple hell | |
Rippin your whole shell, then I cripple you as well | |
Frukwan | |
sniff | |
Torn between the weed and indo, occasion occupation | |
Bitches are starstruck on location | |
Keepin the fat gear and a loot knot include bangin and bounce nigga to doom | |
Pickin him up, rippin his gut, blood spread across the room | |
Peelin your skin dry, hopin your ass die, fuck a prayer | |
Dragon slayer, organ donor, a nigga that' s quick to bone ya | |
Black pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a moaner | |
Lightin a fuse, strikin your ass on fire I burn ya | |
Beggin and plead, where to begin, niggas is lost, covered with sin | |
Nigga that wanna step, same nigga get disrespect | |
Holdin it down, mixed in the mud, corner to cave | |
Niggas are slaved with affadavids | |
Roamin the globe unknown and nameless | |
CHORUS: Poetic x2 | |
The Gravedigga | |
Zig Zag Chamber | |
Got cats in danger | |
The hot flow' s major | |
The show' s got flavor | |
You all know the caper | |
God control your paper | |
Poetic | |
Severely poor, yes, I was here before, now it' s a daily war | |
If the hustle fail me or derail me I' ma be jailed for sure | |
Pressure be escalatin, stakes be testin my patience | |
Satan be puttin the thought in my head to lay awake and waste men | |
But they be black like me and they react like me | |
Carry a gat like me, producin the drama like Spike Lee | |
Hoodies and Timbs nightly, manoueverin packed tightly | |
Keepin the block spicy and like they wrist icy | |
For a limited time the criminal mind' ll shine before they find | |
They dumb and deaf and blind, either be god or be a swine | |
You know the graveyard anthem, dig in your brain sanctum | |
Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium, I' m out like a phantom | |
Frukwan | |
Yo.. leave em collegient, vision impaired, leavin a trapped sector | |
Catchin a snare, breathin the air, pickin up fans like bone collector | |
Slip in the deuce, turn on the juice, niggas are lost in thought | |
Afraid in their appearance, runnin past interference | |
Pick up a trend, tearin a raid, causin the earth so shake | |
Made up a cost next to nothin, my molecules runnin constant | |
Microphone leave em destruct, rap employment, guns I bust | |
Never to sink or drop, I' m ready to bust shots | |
The hideous, deep in the dark, mysterious, dark delirious | |
Blow the head off distortion, display it in proportions | |
Maintainin a Grym tale, remainin to raise hell | |
Fuck a clonin, a nigga receive death to my opponents | |
CHORUS x6 |