Elimination Process Lyrics
| Song | Elimination Process |
| Artist | Gravediggaz |
| Album | The Pick, The Sickle And The Shovel |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berkeley, Collins ... | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| Yo caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| Until our forces awaken | |
| Caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| Til our forces awaken | |
| [grym reaper] | |
| General grym | |
| What's the pleasure principle | |
| Attack the enemies at every interval | |
| And keep our casualites at a minimal | |
| Camoflauged down now i launch my offensive | |
| To arm leg-a leg the defenseless | |
| Cause criminals and dons are relentless | |
| Murders are common and senseless | |
| In the ghetto trenches the stench is | |
| Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by shotguns | |
| Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences | |
| If you're not armed you're in harm's way | |
| You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres | |
| I'm sick of all this shit | |
| Rappers defeatin me on oscillatin frequencies | |
| Speakin about operatin frequently | |
| With keys from columbians and dominicans | |
| You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians | |
| Niggas act like dumb animals in pit full and cock fights | |
| Attackin each other then carjackin at stop lights | |
| **** all you cold blooded race killers | |
| That's proud to be blood spillers of ebony pillars | |
| Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed | |
| Foes better check they approach me the first g | |
| R-y-m, you know the name | |
| I'm hated by the beats like the feds hate saddam hussein | |
| Positive brothers ain't gotta be soft | |
| It's time to start knockin you fake niggas off! | |
| What! | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| (caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken) | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| (losses are taken, mindstates are shaken) | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| (til our forces awaken) | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| (caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken) | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| (losses are taken, mindstates are shaken) | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| (til our forces awaken) | |
| [gatekeeper] | |
| Feeler of the grace as your bodytone get laced | |
| You and i must verse to coincide our universe | |
| Relevance yo true dat, prepare for the risks | |
| No handout, i chop your ****in hand off from the wrist | |
| I ditect the vibes weak brothers try to hide | |
| Inside, they ain't strapped for the ride it's suicide | |
| I spread like a fungus, ran the devil from among us | |
| Let the rain in the days in the valley of columbus | |
| The all-natural cosmetic, supernatural gi-netic | |
| My genes, by all means, they backpass synthetics | |
| Rhetoric, hair weaves, bare blunts and cigarettes | |
| Sexist directors, crossdress infectors | |
| Spawn of a form of neuron who ain't warned of the wicked | |
| The devil's technician, the division | |
| And smash into grains of sand | |
| From the hourglass | |
| [omen] | |
| And you have been warned | |
| In the gun shooter | |
| So let's see cold soldier from the future | |
| The tribe intruder | |
| Twelve tribe saluter | |
| Marchin with an army of extra-terrestial beings | |
| Descended from celestial beings | |
| Been fightin the holy war for eons | |
| Wise words that guided missiles, yacub's blade of steel | |
| Gods use mental pistols and ezekial's wheel | |
| The apocalypse, convertin this metropolis | |
| To an acropolis, twelve armageddon acropolis | |
| No resort of seclorum, babylon's the forum | |
| The black mind and spirit is at hand i'm fightin for em | |
| A holy war with the beast with the 7 heads | |
| It's your last supper, feast on this of livin bread | |
| [shabazz the disciple] | |
| I triple dart mines try not aim the rhyme laser | |
| Beings make it weak, beings screams for the fake | |
| Unseen racid ya faced traitors face elimination | |
| And escape the bad disaster's path for aftermath | |
| I laughed and blast have mad people's units | |
| Weak mind created crime-related rahs can't **** with my blueprints | |
| Stupid, the end is near while fools give up the youth | |
| Yappin force action they gat clappin guns and beer | |
| Beer is done skunks and fear the other knotty set up | |
| To killers, you faked up niggas shut the hell up | |
| I'm fed up so i develop the ill scheme to envelop | |
| These bitch teen sweated up black devil vessiles | |
| I'll dead you with lethal style evil ogre | |
| Slash demon cobra in these last days a scientist take over | |
| With this elimination process | |
| You pathetic brainwashed niggas don't test the niggess | |
| [grym reaper] | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| (caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken) | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| (losses are taken, mindstates are shaken) | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| (til our forces awaken) | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| (caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken) | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| (losses are taken, mindstates are shaken) | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| (til our forces awaken) |
| zuo ci : Berkeley, Collins ... | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| Yo caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| Until our forces awaken | |
| Caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| Til our forces awaken | |
| grym reaper | |
| General grym | |
| What' s the pleasure principle | |
| Attack the enemies at every interval | |
| And keep our casualites at a minimal | |
| Camoflauged down now i launch my offensive | |
| To arm lega leg the defenseless | |
| Cause criminals and dons are relentless | |
| Murders are common and senseless | |
| In the ghetto trenches the stench is | |
| Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by shotguns | |
| Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences | |
| If you' re not armed you' re in harm' s way | |
| You' re hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres | |
| I' m sick of all this shit | |
| Rappers defeatin me on oscillatin frequencies | |
| Speakin about operatin frequently | |
| With keys from columbians and dominicans | |
| You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians | |
| Niggas act like dumb animals in pit full and cock fights | |
| Attackin each other then carjackin at stop lights | |
| all you cold blooded race killers | |
| That' s proud to be blood spillers of ebony pillars | |
| Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed | |
| Foes better check they approach me the first g | |
| Rym, you know the name | |
| I' m hated by the beats like the feds hate saddam hussein | |
| Positive brothers ain' t gotta be soft | |
| It' s time to start knockin you fake niggas off! | |
| What! | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| til our forces awaken | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| til our forces awaken | |
| gatekeeper | |
| Feeler of the grace as your bodytone get laced | |
| You and i must verse to coincide our universe | |
| Relevance yo true dat, prepare for the risks | |
| No handout, i chop your in hand off from the wrist | |
| I ditect the vibes weak brothers try to hide | |
| Inside, they ain' t strapped for the ride it' s suicide | |
| I spread like a fungus, ran the devil from among us | |
| Let the rain in the days in the valley of columbus | |
| The allnatural cosmetic, supernatural ginetic | |
| My genes, by all means, they backpass synthetics | |
| Rhetoric, hair weaves, bare blunts and cigarettes | |
| Sexist directors, crossdress infectors | |
| Spawn of a form of neuron who ain' t warned of the wicked | |
| The devil' s technician, the division | |
| And smash into grains of sand | |
| From the hourglass | |
| omen | |
| And you have been warned | |
| In the gun shooter | |
| So let' s see cold soldier from the future | |
| The tribe intruder | |
| Twelve tribe saluter | |
| Marchin with an army of extraterrestial beings | |
| Descended from celestial beings | |
| Been fightin the holy war for eons | |
| Wise words that guided missiles, yacub' s blade of steel | |
| Gods use mental pistols and ezekial' s wheel | |
| The apocalypse, convertin this metropolis | |
| To an acropolis, twelve armageddon acropolis | |
| No resort of seclorum, babylon' s the forum | |
| The black mind and spirit is at hand i' m fightin for em | |
| A holy war with the beast with the 7 heads | |
| It' s your last supper, feast on this of livin bread | |
| shabazz the disciple | |
| I triple dart mines try not aim the rhyme laser | |
| Beings make it weak, beings screams for the fake | |
| Unseen racid ya faced traitors face elimination | |
| And escape the bad disaster' s path for aftermath | |
| I laughed and blast have mad people' s units | |
| Weak mind created crimerelated rahs can' t with my blueprints | |
| Stupid, the end is near while fools give up the youth | |
| Yappin force action they gat clappin guns and beer | |
| Beer is done skunks and fear the other knotty set up | |
| To killers, you faked up niggas shut the hell up | |
| I' m fed up so i develop the ill scheme to envelop | |
| These bitch teen sweated up black devil vessiles | |
| I' ll dead you with lethal style evil ogre | |
| Slash demon cobra in these last days a scientist take over | |
| With this elimination process | |
| You pathetic brainwashed niggas don' t test the niggess | |
| grym reaper | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| til our forces awaken | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| til our forces awaken |
| zuò cí : Berkeley, Collins ... | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| Yo caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| Until our forces awaken | |
| Caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| Til our forces awaken | |
| grym reaper | |
| General grym | |
| What' s the pleasure principle | |
| Attack the enemies at every interval | |
| And keep our casualites at a minimal | |
| Camoflauged down now i launch my offensive | |
| To arm lega leg the defenseless | |
| Cause criminals and dons are relentless | |
| Murders are common and senseless | |
| In the ghetto trenches the stench is | |
| Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by shotguns | |
| Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences | |
| If you' re not armed you' re in harm' s way | |
| You' re hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres | |
| I' m sick of all this shit | |
| Rappers defeatin me on oscillatin frequencies | |
| Speakin about operatin frequently | |
| With keys from columbians and dominicans | |
| You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians | |
| Niggas act like dumb animals in pit full and cock fights | |
| Attackin each other then carjackin at stop lights | |
| all you cold blooded race killers | |
| That' s proud to be blood spillers of ebony pillars | |
| Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed | |
| Foes better check they approach me the first g | |
| Rym, you know the name | |
| I' m hated by the beats like the feds hate saddam hussein | |
| Positive brothers ain' t gotta be soft | |
| It' s time to start knockin you fake niggas off! | |
| What! | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| til our forces awaken | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| til our forces awaken | |
| gatekeeper | |
| Feeler of the grace as your bodytone get laced | |
| You and i must verse to coincide our universe | |
| Relevance yo true dat, prepare for the risks | |
| No handout, i chop your in hand off from the wrist | |
| I ditect the vibes weak brothers try to hide | |
| Inside, they ain' t strapped for the ride it' s suicide | |
| I spread like a fungus, ran the devil from among us | |
| Let the rain in the days in the valley of columbus | |
| The allnatural cosmetic, supernatural ginetic | |
| My genes, by all means, they backpass synthetics | |
| Rhetoric, hair weaves, bare blunts and cigarettes | |
| Sexist directors, crossdress infectors | |
| Spawn of a form of neuron who ain' t warned of the wicked | |
| The devil' s technician, the division | |
| And smash into grains of sand | |
| From the hourglass | |
| omen | |
| And you have been warned | |
| In the gun shooter | |
| So let' s see cold soldier from the future | |
| The tribe intruder | |
| Twelve tribe saluter | |
| Marchin with an army of extraterrestial beings | |
| Descended from celestial beings | |
| Been fightin the holy war for eons | |
| Wise words that guided missiles, yacub' s blade of steel | |
| Gods use mental pistols and ezekial' s wheel | |
| The apocalypse, convertin this metropolis | |
| To an acropolis, twelve armageddon acropolis | |
| No resort of seclorum, babylon' s the forum | |
| The black mind and spirit is at hand i' m fightin for em | |
| A holy war with the beast with the 7 heads | |
| It' s your last supper, feast on this of livin bread | |
| shabazz the disciple | |
| I triple dart mines try not aim the rhyme laser | |
| Beings make it weak, beings screams for the fake | |
| Unseen racid ya faced traitors face elimination | |
| And escape the bad disaster' s path for aftermath | |
| I laughed and blast have mad people' s units | |
| Weak mind created crimerelated rahs can' t with my blueprints | |
| Stupid, the end is near while fools give up the youth | |
| Yappin force action they gat clappin guns and beer | |
| Beer is done skunks and fear the other knotty set up | |
| To killers, you faked up niggas shut the hell up | |
| I' m fed up so i develop the ill scheme to envelop | |
| These bitch teen sweated up black devil vessiles | |
| I' ll dead you with lethal style evil ogre | |
| Slash demon cobra in these last days a scientist take over | |
| With this elimination process | |
| You pathetic brainwashed niggas don' t test the niggess | |
| grym reaper | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| til our forces awaken | |
| Ghettos are becomin lost | |
| caught in the process of elimination | |
| Until your fortress is maken | |
| Shorties is outta they minds | |
| If not for the courage of a chosen few | |
| losses are taken, mindstates are shaken | |
| They stay dumb deaf and blind | |
| til our forces awaken |
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