Here Comes the Gravediggaz Lyrics
| Song | Here Comes the Gravediggaz |
| Artist | Gravediggaz |
| Album | 6 Feet Deep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Berkeley, Diggs, Hamilton ... | |
| Intro： | |
| You gotta keep saying it | |
| Say gravediggaz, gravediggaz | |
| Come on say it with me, come on | |
| Gravediggaz, come on | |
| Gravy, yeah, uh huh | |
| [grymreaper] | |
| You don't pull on superman's cape | |
| You don't spit into the wind | |
| You don't pull the mask off the old lone ranger | |
| And you can't fuck with me and my men - so check it out | |
| Chorus: ryzarector | |
| Yah, here come the gravediggaz -- repeat 3x | |
| (pray for your mommy) | |
| Verse one: grymreaper | |
| Boom bit competition ain't shit | |
| Fakin the funk like silicon tits | |
| Left on a level of a skill | |
| Or jack the imposer like the buffalo bills | |
| They come close but can't win | |
| Or do a damn thang, huh | |
| I'm merciless like maine | |
| As i get the wreck off | |
| I navigate a course like czechov | |
| Soft mcs you better step off | |
| Will a villain ever learn | |
| I'm killin like a mad germ | |
| I burn mcs like a bad perm | |
| Do not turn | |
| 'cause i got you on my infrared | |
| Once i dead | |
| I pop 'em like a pimple's head | |
| I get up and get down like i was gravity | |
| Cause pains like cavity | |
| Thick like a salary | |
| Flow with little or no skills i kill 'em | |
| My shoes are illa makin a mountain out of a molehill | |
| Chill | |
| Or your ass'll be tooken fast | |
| Crossed in the style like alice in the lookin glass | |
| You wanna see the grym get raw | |
| Ay-yo i bust your whole shits in your | |
| Verse two: | |
| My style's gravy, rough and real | |
| Raise up the rugged on my gravedigga shield | |
| That's how i deal with the fake frauds | |
| I flow hard | |
| Yo hearthrobs'll get robbed | |
| I come with the wicked one stompin tons | |
| I mud other crap as i wreck your town | |
| Cock my bore to hell | |
| As we dwell | |
| To a ludicrous lunar eclipse | |
| No to exit | |
| I radiate gamma rays at random | |
| I slam 'em | |
| Yo, quick fast like the phantom | |
| Guard my gate | |
| With a passed down cape | |
| You wanna escape | |
| And now ain't no one safe | |
| Check it | |
| As i hit you with a boom from the trigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: rzarector | |
| I learned to burn rap germs like antiseptics | |
| Dem while eats, i piece a music living epic | |
| Words like proverbs | |
| Blended braided so on like a storm or song of king david | |
| Potentially vital, only as the bible | |
| Camel eyes used to worship the false idols | |
| New form of literature, dance to the fiddler | |
| Don't mean to riddle you god | |
| I'm not the riddler | |
| On super the moon, no, wait for high noon | |
| I'm the other space doom i be entombed | |
| I don't squawk like a hawk or stalk like a stork | |
| But walk in new york, stay away from pork | |
| Rhymes are by passion | |
| Don't need the hassle | |
| Swingin everything cause i'm king of the castle | |
| Niggas gettin boggled, it scream and squabble | |
| Gravediggaz got the paperback novel | |
| So line by line you should read | |
| Take heed | |
| Or you'll bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Pray for your mommy -- 4x | |
| Chorus to fade |
| zuo ci : Berkeley, Diggs, Hamilton ... | |
| Intro: | |
| You gotta keep saying it | |
| Say gravediggaz, gravediggaz | |
| Come on say it with me, come on | |
| Gravediggaz, come on | |
| Gravy, yeah, uh huh | |
| grymreaper | |
| You don' t pull on superman' s cape | |
| You don' t spit into the wind | |
| You don' t pull the mask off the old lone ranger | |
| And you can' t fuck with me and my men so check it out | |
| Chorus: ryzarector | |
| Yah, here come the gravediggaz repeat 3x | |
| pray for your mommy | |
| Verse one: grymreaper | |
| Boom bit competition ain' t shit | |
| Fakin the funk like silicon tits | |
| Left on a level of a skill | |
| Or jack the imposer like the buffalo bills | |
| They come close but can' t win | |
| Or do a damn thang, huh | |
| I' m merciless like maine | |
| As i get the wreck off | |
| I navigate a course like czechov | |
| Soft mcs you better step off | |
| Will a villain ever learn | |
| I' m killin like a mad germ | |
| I burn mcs like a bad perm | |
| Do not turn | |
| ' cause i got you on my infrared | |
| Once i dead | |
| I pop ' em like a pimple' s head | |
| I get up and get down like i was gravity | |
| Cause pains like cavity | |
| Thick like a salary | |
| Flow with little or no skills i kill ' em | |
| My shoes are illa makin a mountain out of a molehill | |
| Chill | |
| Or your ass' ll be tooken fast | |
| Crossed in the style like alice in the lookin glass | |
| You wanna see the grym get raw | |
| Ayyo i bust your whole shits in your | |
| Verse two: | |
| My style' s gravy, rough and real | |
| Raise up the rugged on my gravedigga shield | |
| That' s how i deal with the fake frauds | |
| I flow hard | |
| Yo hearthrobs' ll get robbed | |
| I come with the wicked one stompin tons | |
| I mud other crap as i wreck your town | |
| Cock my bore to hell | |
| As we dwell | |
| To a ludicrous lunar eclipse | |
| No to exit | |
| I radiate gamma rays at random | |
| I slam ' em | |
| Yo, quick fast like the phantom | |
| Guard my gate | |
| With a passed down cape | |
| You wanna escape | |
| And now ain' t no one safe | |
| Check it | |
| As i hit you with a boom from the trigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: rzarector | |
| I learned to burn rap germs like antiseptics | |
| Dem while eats, i piece a music living epic | |
| Words like proverbs | |
| Blended braided so on like a storm or song of king david | |
| Potentially vital, only as the bible | |
| Camel eyes used to worship the false idols | |
| New form of literature, dance to the fiddler | |
| Don' t mean to riddle you god | |
| I' m not the riddler | |
| On super the moon, no, wait for high noon | |
| I' m the other space doom i be entombed | |
| I don' t squawk like a hawk or stalk like a stork | |
| But walk in new york, stay away from pork | |
| Rhymes are by passion | |
| Don' t need the hassle | |
| Swingin everything cause i' m king of the castle | |
| Niggas gettin boggled, it scream and squabble | |
| Gravediggaz got the paperback novel | |
| So line by line you should read | |
| Take heed | |
| Or you' ll bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Pray for your mommy 4x | |
| Chorus to fade |
| zuò cí : Berkeley, Diggs, Hamilton ... | |
| Intro: | |
| You gotta keep saying it | |
| Say gravediggaz, gravediggaz | |
| Come on say it with me, come on | |
| Gravediggaz, come on | |
| Gravy, yeah, uh huh | |
| grymreaper | |
| You don' t pull on superman' s cape | |
| You don' t spit into the wind | |
| You don' t pull the mask off the old lone ranger | |
| And you can' t fuck with me and my men so check it out | |
| Chorus: ryzarector | |
| Yah, here come the gravediggaz repeat 3x | |
| pray for your mommy | |
| Verse one: grymreaper | |
| Boom bit competition ain' t shit | |
| Fakin the funk like silicon tits | |
| Left on a level of a skill | |
| Or jack the imposer like the buffalo bills | |
| They come close but can' t win | |
| Or do a damn thang, huh | |
| I' m merciless like maine | |
| As i get the wreck off | |
| I navigate a course like czechov | |
| Soft mcs you better step off | |
| Will a villain ever learn | |
| I' m killin like a mad germ | |
| I burn mcs like a bad perm | |
| Do not turn | |
| ' cause i got you on my infrared | |
| Once i dead | |
| I pop ' em like a pimple' s head | |
| I get up and get down like i was gravity | |
| Cause pains like cavity | |
| Thick like a salary | |
| Flow with little or no skills i kill ' em | |
| My shoes are illa makin a mountain out of a molehill | |
| Chill | |
| Or your ass' ll be tooken fast | |
| Crossed in the style like alice in the lookin glass | |
| You wanna see the grym get raw | |
| Ayyo i bust your whole shits in your | |
| Verse two: | |
| My style' s gravy, rough and real | |
| Raise up the rugged on my gravedigga shield | |
| That' s how i deal with the fake frauds | |
| I flow hard | |
| Yo hearthrobs' ll get robbed | |
| I come with the wicked one stompin tons | |
| I mud other crap as i wreck your town | |
| Cock my bore to hell | |
| As we dwell | |
| To a ludicrous lunar eclipse | |
| No to exit | |
| I radiate gamma rays at random | |
| I slam ' em | |
| Yo, quick fast like the phantom | |
| Guard my gate | |
| With a passed down cape | |
| You wanna escape | |
| And now ain' t no one safe | |
| Check it | |
| As i hit you with a boom from the trigga | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse three: rzarector | |
| I learned to burn rap germs like antiseptics | |
| Dem while eats, i piece a music living epic | |
| Words like proverbs | |
| Blended braided so on like a storm or song of king david | |
| Potentially vital, only as the bible | |
| Camel eyes used to worship the false idols | |
| New form of literature, dance to the fiddler | |
| Don' t mean to riddle you god | |
| I' m not the riddler | |
| On super the moon, no, wait for high noon | |
| I' m the other space doom i be entombed | |
| I don' t squawk like a hawk or stalk like a stork | |
| But walk in new york, stay away from pork | |
| Rhymes are by passion | |
| Don' t need the hassle | |
| Swingin everything cause i' m king of the castle | |
| Niggas gettin boggled, it scream and squabble | |
| Gravediggaz got the paperback novel | |
| So line by line you should read | |
| Take heed | |
| Or you' ll bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| Pray for your mommy 4x | |
| Chorus to fade |
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