Rest in da East Lyrics
| Song | Rest in da East |
| Artist | Gravediggaz |
| Album | Nightmare in A-Minor |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
| Ahh, Gatekeeper | |
| Grym Reaper | |
| Peace to the Gods | |
| Yo (east) | |
| [Chorus x2: Frukwan] | |
| Look before you start to speak | |
| You're barkin up the wrong tree dog | |
| I Rest in the East | |
| [Frukwan] | |
| Yo, runnin diligently, militantly | |
| Lyrically a million degrees, niggas deadly | |
| Lyrical work, dabble and dirt, gotta chase skirts | |
| Offset the balance of the Earth | |
| Niggas get crushed, rip it in half | |
| Paragraphs, exodus, triplin my ripplin effect | |
| Buildin collapse, maybe perhaps, strategically | |
| A tactic, easily to over dap | |
| Parallel verse, obvious verse, niggas disperse | |
| Punish to hurt, fully torched New York | |
| Terror dome, you're scared of my zone | |
| Gravediggaz mothafucka, we're niggas, wear blood like cologne | |
| Darker the tone, they're livin legit, clavicle wind | |
| Lateral sin, step on the line, let's begin | |
| Noteriaty but this society don't inspire me | |
| Settin fires to mothafuckas higher than me | |
| Critical ritual, hit you with the mythodic | |
| Hypnotic, chronic, a gas state to a solid | |
| You can't allow the above, reachin my broth' | |
| Chokin your ass, without my mothafuckin gloves, nigga | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| [Poetic] | |
| Yo, we used to knock them cats that floss a lot | |
| When you talk a lot, then it could cost your knot | |
| After the club get snubbed in parkin lots | |
| Or your head will get thrown like cosmonauts | |
| Rich forced out, we forced the glock | |
| And enforced the block, you can eat chalk or rot | |
| My heat is deep, and dark and hot | |
| Dedicated to my niggas who spark a lot | |
| It be the Grym Reaper, the king speaker | |
| Reach deep in your thoughts with equal the force of a tornado | |
| I go to war, lay low, write scripts like Plato | |
| Back to the war, call NATO for the new treaty | |
| Rap diety against the F.C.C. | |
| Observatory tower, can't see me | |
| The sharp shooter, who pierce darts through ya | |
| Bring it right to ya head like shh, booya | |
| Tony T.I. is anti-derogative | |
| The chief operative, ready to flog a kid | |
| Who doesn't acknowledge his, melanin background | |
| WWF here comes the Smackdown | |
| [Chorus x4] | |
| [Frukwan] | |
| I blast recklessly, terrorize the unseen | |
| Impact, structural collapse | |
| Hard consume, grow industrial | |
| Coloured testicles, a festival | |
| I kill you slow, nigga, yo | |
| The deadliest Torture, the author enforcer | |
| Slaughter a double crosser | |
| East New Yorker's block (Oh yo yo yo) [smacking sounds] | |
| Welcome to The Rock | |
| [Poetic] | |
| If you fail the plan then plan the fail | |
| To my mans in jail, I hand your bail | |
| These fiends they still demand the sale | |
| These Devils still command retail | |
| The rebel in Grym provide the spark | |
| To light the day and divide the dark | |
| The ArchAngelic guides the thought | |
| The Earth is held 'til we slide off | |
| [Chorus x5] |
| zuo ci : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
| Ahh, Gatekeeper | |
| Grym Reaper | |
| Peace to the Gods | |
| Yo east | |
| Chorus x2: Frukwan | |
| Look before you start to speak | |
| You' re barkin up the wrong tree dog | |
| I Rest in the East | |
| Frukwan | |
| Yo, runnin diligently, militantly | |
| Lyrically a million degrees, niggas deadly | |
| Lyrical work, dabble and dirt, gotta chase skirts | |
| Offset the balance of the Earth | |
| Niggas get crushed, rip it in half | |
| Paragraphs, exodus, triplin my ripplin effect | |
| Buildin collapse, maybe perhaps, strategically | |
| A tactic, easily to over dap | |
| Parallel verse, obvious verse, niggas disperse | |
| Punish to hurt, fully torched New York | |
| Terror dome, you' re scared of my zone | |
| Gravediggaz mothafucka, we' re niggas, wear blood like cologne | |
| Darker the tone, they' re livin legit, clavicle wind | |
| Lateral sin, step on the line, let' s begin | |
| Noteriaty but this society don' t inspire me | |
| Settin fires to mothafuckas higher than me | |
| Critical ritual, hit you with the mythodic | |
| Hypnotic, chronic, a gas state to a solid | |
| You can' t allow the above, reachin my broth' | |
| Chokin your ass, without my mothafuckin gloves, nigga | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Poetic | |
| Yo, we used to knock them cats that floss a lot | |
| When you talk a lot, then it could cost your knot | |
| After the club get snubbed in parkin lots | |
| Or your head will get thrown like cosmonauts | |
| Rich forced out, we forced the glock | |
| And enforced the block, you can eat chalk or rot | |
| My heat is deep, and dark and hot | |
| Dedicated to my niggas who spark a lot | |
| It be the Grym Reaper, the king speaker | |
| Reach deep in your thoughts with equal the force of a tornado | |
| I go to war, lay low, write scripts like Plato | |
| Back to the war, call NATO for the new treaty | |
| Rap diety against the F. C. C. | |
| Observatory tower, can' t see me | |
| The sharp shooter, who pierce darts through ya | |
| Bring it right to ya head like shh, booya | |
| Tony T. I. is antiderogative | |
| The chief operative, ready to flog a kid | |
| Who doesn' t acknowledge his, melanin background | |
| WWF here comes the Smackdown | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Frukwan | |
| I blast recklessly, terrorize the unseen | |
| Impact, structural collapse | |
| Hard consume, grow industrial | |
| Coloured testicles, a festival | |
| I kill you slow, nigga, yo | |
| The deadliest Torture, the author enforcer | |
| Slaughter a double crosser | |
| East New Yorker' s block Oh yo yo yo smacking sounds | |
| Welcome to The Rock | |
| Poetic | |
| If you fail the plan then plan the fail | |
| To my mans in jail, I hand your bail | |
| These fiends they still demand the sale | |
| These Devils still command retail | |
| The rebel in Grym provide the spark | |
| To light the day and divide the dark | |
| The ArchAngelic guides the thought | |
| The Earth is held ' til we slide off | |
| Chorus x5 |
| zuò cí : Berkeley, Hamilton | |
| Ahh, Gatekeeper | |
| Grym Reaper | |
| Peace to the Gods | |
| Yo east | |
| Chorus x2: Frukwan | |
| Look before you start to speak | |
| You' re barkin up the wrong tree dog | |
| I Rest in the East | |
| Frukwan | |
| Yo, runnin diligently, militantly | |
| Lyrically a million degrees, niggas deadly | |
| Lyrical work, dabble and dirt, gotta chase skirts | |
| Offset the balance of the Earth | |
| Niggas get crushed, rip it in half | |
| Paragraphs, exodus, triplin my ripplin effect | |
| Buildin collapse, maybe perhaps, strategically | |
| A tactic, easily to over dap | |
| Parallel verse, obvious verse, niggas disperse | |
| Punish to hurt, fully torched New York | |
| Terror dome, you' re scared of my zone | |
| Gravediggaz mothafucka, we' re niggas, wear blood like cologne | |
| Darker the tone, they' re livin legit, clavicle wind | |
| Lateral sin, step on the line, let' s begin | |
| Noteriaty but this society don' t inspire me | |
| Settin fires to mothafuckas higher than me | |
| Critical ritual, hit you with the mythodic | |
| Hypnotic, chronic, a gas state to a solid | |
| You can' t allow the above, reachin my broth' | |
| Chokin your ass, without my mothafuckin gloves, nigga | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Poetic | |
| Yo, we used to knock them cats that floss a lot | |
| When you talk a lot, then it could cost your knot | |
| After the club get snubbed in parkin lots | |
| Or your head will get thrown like cosmonauts | |
| Rich forced out, we forced the glock | |
| And enforced the block, you can eat chalk or rot | |
| My heat is deep, and dark and hot | |
| Dedicated to my niggas who spark a lot | |
| It be the Grym Reaper, the king speaker | |
| Reach deep in your thoughts with equal the force of a tornado | |
| I go to war, lay low, write scripts like Plato | |
| Back to the war, call NATO for the new treaty | |
| Rap diety against the F. C. C. | |
| Observatory tower, can' t see me | |
| The sharp shooter, who pierce darts through ya | |
| Bring it right to ya head like shh, booya | |
| Tony T. I. is antiderogative | |
| The chief operative, ready to flog a kid | |
| Who doesn' t acknowledge his, melanin background | |
| WWF here comes the Smackdown | |
| Chorus x4 | |
| Frukwan | |
| I blast recklessly, terrorize the unseen | |
| Impact, structural collapse | |
| Hard consume, grow industrial | |
| Coloured testicles, a festival | |
| I kill you slow, nigga, yo | |
| The deadliest Torture, the author enforcer | |
| Slaughter a double crosser | |
| East New Yorker' s block Oh yo yo yo smacking sounds | |
| Welcome to The Rock | |
| Poetic | |
| If you fail the plan then plan the fail | |
| To my mans in jail, I hand your bail | |
| These fiends they still demand the sale | |
| These Devils still command retail | |
| The rebel in Grym provide the spark | |
| To light the day and divide the dark | |
| The ArchAngelic guides the thought | |
| The Earth is held ' til we slide off | |
| Chorus x5 |
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