Blood Brothers Lyrics
| Song | Blood Brothers |
| Artist | Gravediggaz |
| Album | 6 Feet Deep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Intro：prince rakeem/ryzarector | |
| It is written [manifest] | |
| That all men are brothers [prophecy] | |
| We come like blood brothers [word is bond] | |
| Cause blood is thicker than water [ain't alike] | |
| From the misty grounds [from the unknown] | |
| The shadows [the deep] | |
| The darkness [the triple darkness] | |
| Gravediggaz [my blood brother] | |
| The rza | |
| Verse one: | |
| I grew up in the violent island of shaolin | |
| Fifty-five home and cease thoughts implore | |
| When jackpot rot was hot, i was not | |
| A rusty-ass child with tears and snots | |
| Acquired the knowledge, how to master my thoughts | |
| My skinny frail body couldn't fuck with the sports | |
| Six feet two still wack on the court | |
| So i stalked new york with a black pitchfork | |
| My style date back to ninety-watt | |
| Cuttin the box, while i be clocks with no socks | |
| Remember the days before your pants would sag | |
| Puerto ricans on the block just throwin up tags | |
| Verse two: fruitkwan/gatekeeper | |
| Yo i was born with a rusty spoon as a mouthpiece | |
| Life was hard cause the graves was my company | |
| Hang with my problems just as trouble predicted | |
| To cross the path, as i laugh at the vic-ted | |
| No warmth for sure, the vents would spit average | |
| Watchin devils, fiend like a savage | |
| Blood brothers need me call, ooh-ooh!!! | |
| In a minute, a minute, ghostface and all, check it | |
| With the grym and the undertake | |
| Devil's get baked i'll stiff your ass like an eighth | |
| Tortures and screams building up my steam | |
| Death to whoever bumrushes through the bloodstream | |
| Yo somethin ain't right i don't get it | |
| I feel a vibe blood brothers are you with it | |
| If i have to choose one or the other | |
| Back the fuck up spook, yo that's my blood brother | |
| Chorus: too poetic/grym reaper | |
| All, all, all and together | |
| Blood brothers, rollin together | |
| Repeat 4x | |
| Verse two: too poetic/grym reaper | |
| Back in the days of lee's and bvd's | |
| I grew up deceived, by wicked enemies | |
| My lifespan began to dim in the error | |
| When you can't even trust the man in the mirror | |
| Now gravedigga niggaz receive my trust | |
| And like christ, we walk among the thieves and the sluts | |
| I bring stress like skins on pms | |
| The street's a bloody mess, there ain't no emf | |
| In sight my thoughts are to leave the slums | |
| I hustle with beats and drums not keys and guns | |
| My feet are numb, as i walk my dogs | |
| I cut off the fogs with the gravedigga swords | |
| Life parole, as me and my man is violated | |
| Hookers are neutered and spay-ted | |
| Snakes are decapitated, and castrated | |
| Niggaz is lost your whole ark is bein raided | |
| Shows today are hectic, niggaz'll wreck shit | |
| Lift off rounds and jet quick | |
| This piece is gettin heated | |
| Cause a rush, a stampedin | |
| Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: fruitkwan/gatekeeper, ryzarector | |
| Yeahhh, as the earth erupts | |
| I conduct to destruct your rucks when i big up | |
| Catastrophes are blaspheme | |
| Pour a container of brains on your grave through a strainer | |
| I capsize your coffin, i wreck your morphin | |
| Breakin devils down like steve austin | |
| I gotta rip on a peel for a minute | |
| Let's get some god degree, cause a blood brother's hard to be | |
| Power equality | |
| Allah sees equality, follow me | |
| Law and order but i stick it in water | |
| Many heads got slaughtered back in latin quarters | |
| Like this brother named rick was thick but got bit | |
| By the same motherfucker that he ran with | |
| Band of the hand the clan's my fam | |
| Something mom duke could never understand | |
| From the grave to the gutter | |
| Death to another, who tries to fuck with my blood brothers | |
| Chorus |
| Intro: prince rakeem ryzarector | |
| It is written manifest | |
| That all men are brothers prophecy | |
| We come like blood brothers word is bond | |
| Cause blood is thicker than water ain' t alike | |
| From the misty grounds from the unknown | |
| The shadows the deep | |
| The darkness the triple darkness | |
| Gravediggaz my blood brother | |
| The rza | |
| Verse one: | |
| I grew up in the violent island of shaolin | |
| Fiftyfive home and cease thoughts implore | |
| When jackpot rot was hot, i was not | |
| A rustyass child with tears and snots | |
| Acquired the knowledge, how to master my thoughts | |
| My skinny frail body couldn' t fuck with the sports | |
| Six feet two still wack on the court | |
| So i stalked new york with a black pitchfork | |
| My style date back to ninetywatt | |
| Cuttin the box, while i be clocks with no socks | |
| Remember the days before your pants would sag | |
| Puerto ricans on the block just throwin up tags | |
| Verse two: fruitkwan gatekeeper | |
| Yo i was born with a rusty spoon as a mouthpiece | |
| Life was hard cause the graves was my company | |
| Hang with my problems just as trouble predicted | |
| To cross the path, as i laugh at the victed | |
| No warmth for sure, the vents would spit average | |
| Watchin devils, fiend like a savage | |
| Blood brothers need me call, oohooh!!! | |
| In a minute, a minute, ghostface and all, check it | |
| With the grym and the undertake | |
| Devil' s get baked i' ll stiff your ass like an eighth | |
| Tortures and screams building up my steam | |
| Death to whoever bumrushes through the bloodstream | |
| Yo somethin ain' t right i don' t get it | |
| I feel a vibe blood brothers are you with it | |
| If i have to choose one or the other | |
| Back the fuck up spook, yo that' s my blood brother | |
| Chorus: too poetic grym reaper | |
| All, all, all and together | |
| Blood brothers, rollin together | |
| Repeat 4x | |
| Verse two: too poetic grym reaper | |
| Back in the days of lee' s and bvd' s | |
| I grew up deceived, by wicked enemies | |
| My lifespan began to dim in the error | |
| When you can' t even trust the man in the mirror | |
| Now gravedigga niggaz receive my trust | |
| And like christ, we walk among the thieves and the sluts | |
| I bring stress like skins on pms | |
| The street' s a bloody mess, there ain' t no emf | |
| In sight my thoughts are to leave the slums | |
| I hustle with beats and drums not keys and guns | |
| My feet are numb, as i walk my dogs | |
| I cut off the fogs with the gravedigga swords | |
| Life parole, as me and my man is violated | |
| Hookers are neutered and spayted | |
| Snakes are decapitated, and castrated | |
| Niggaz is lost your whole ark is bein raided | |
| Shows today are hectic, niggaz' ll wreck shit | |
| Lift off rounds and jet quick | |
| This piece is gettin heated | |
| Cause a rush, a stampedin | |
| Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: fruitkwan gatekeeper, ryzarector | |
| Yeahhh, as the earth erupts | |
| I conduct to destruct your rucks when i big up | |
| Catastrophes are blaspheme | |
| Pour a container of brains on your grave through a strainer | |
| I capsize your coffin, i wreck your morphin | |
| Breakin devils down like steve austin | |
| I gotta rip on a peel for a minute | |
| Let' s get some god degree, cause a blood brother' s hard to be | |
| Power equality | |
| Allah sees equality, follow me | |
| Law and order but i stick it in water | |
| Many heads got slaughtered back in latin quarters | |
| Like this brother named rick was thick but got bit | |
| By the same motherfucker that he ran with | |
| Band of the hand the clan' s my fam | |
| Something mom duke could never understand | |
| From the grave to the gutter | |
| Death to another, who tries to fuck with my blood brothers | |
| Chorus |
| Intro: prince rakeem ryzarector | |
| It is written manifest | |
| That all men are brothers prophecy | |
| We come like blood brothers word is bond | |
| Cause blood is thicker than water ain' t alike | |
| From the misty grounds from the unknown | |
| The shadows the deep | |
| The darkness the triple darkness | |
| Gravediggaz my blood brother | |
| The rza | |
| Verse one: | |
| I grew up in the violent island of shaolin | |
| Fiftyfive home and cease thoughts implore | |
| When jackpot rot was hot, i was not | |
| A rustyass child with tears and snots | |
| Acquired the knowledge, how to master my thoughts | |
| My skinny frail body couldn' t fuck with the sports | |
| Six feet two still wack on the court | |
| So i stalked new york with a black pitchfork | |
| My style date back to ninetywatt | |
| Cuttin the box, while i be clocks with no socks | |
| Remember the days before your pants would sag | |
| Puerto ricans on the block just throwin up tags | |
| Verse two: fruitkwan gatekeeper | |
| Yo i was born with a rusty spoon as a mouthpiece | |
| Life was hard cause the graves was my company | |
| Hang with my problems just as trouble predicted | |
| To cross the path, as i laugh at the victed | |
| No warmth for sure, the vents would spit average | |
| Watchin devils, fiend like a savage | |
| Blood brothers need me call, oohooh!!! | |
| In a minute, a minute, ghostface and all, check it | |
| With the grym and the undertake | |
| Devil' s get baked i' ll stiff your ass like an eighth | |
| Tortures and screams building up my steam | |
| Death to whoever bumrushes through the bloodstream | |
| Yo somethin ain' t right i don' t get it | |
| I feel a vibe blood brothers are you with it | |
| If i have to choose one or the other | |
| Back the fuck up spook, yo that' s my blood brother | |
| Chorus: too poetic grym reaper | |
| All, all, all and together | |
| Blood brothers, rollin together | |
| Repeat 4x | |
| Verse two: too poetic grym reaper | |
| Back in the days of lee' s and bvd' s | |
| I grew up deceived, by wicked enemies | |
| My lifespan began to dim in the error | |
| When you can' t even trust the man in the mirror | |
| Now gravedigga niggaz receive my trust | |
| And like christ, we walk among the thieves and the sluts | |
| I bring stress like skins on pms | |
| The street' s a bloody mess, there ain' t no emf | |
| In sight my thoughts are to leave the slums | |
| I hustle with beats and drums not keys and guns | |
| My feet are numb, as i walk my dogs | |
| I cut off the fogs with the gravedigga swords | |
| Life parole, as me and my man is violated | |
| Hookers are neutered and spayted | |
| Snakes are decapitated, and castrated | |
| Niggaz is lost your whole ark is bein raided | |
| Shows today are hectic, niggaz' ll wreck shit | |
| Lift off rounds and jet quick | |
| This piece is gettin heated | |
| Cause a rush, a stampedin | |
| Devils are all defeated by the blood brothers | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: fruitkwan gatekeeper, ryzarector | |
| Yeahhh, as the earth erupts | |
| I conduct to destruct your rucks when i big up | |
| Catastrophes are blaspheme | |
| Pour a container of brains on your grave through a strainer | |
| I capsize your coffin, i wreck your morphin | |
| Breakin devils down like steve austin | |
| I gotta rip on a peel for a minute | |
| Let' s get some god degree, cause a blood brother' s hard to be | |
| Power equality | |
| Allah sees equality, follow me | |
| Law and order but i stick it in water | |
| Many heads got slaughtered back in latin quarters | |
| Like this brother named rick was thick but got bit | |
| By the same motherfucker that he ran with | |
| Band of the hand the clan' s my fam | |
| Something mom duke could never understand | |
| From the grave to the gutter | |
| Death to another, who tries to fuck with my blood brothers | |
| Chorus |
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