Zig Zag Chamber Lyrics
| 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 |
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