- Голоса:
 - Композиторы:
 - Diggs
 - Robert F. / Bougard
 - Selwyn Dajuan / Berkeley
 - Anthony Ian / Hamilton
 - Arnold E.
 
- Жанры:
 - Hip-Hop
 
- Теги:
 - horrorcore
 - imre
 - rap
 - rza
 
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Gravediggaz - Текст песни Dangerous Mindz
Verse One: Too Poetic/Grym reaper
Yo hah yo rahh yo yo 
Yo yo yo... 
Yo I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains 
inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots 
and drug spots will leave you too pour to move out 
or get a new house it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts 
And you doubt God exists when hard fists 
be poundin on your head like jackhammers 
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter 
seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out 
Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out 
with just a few scars when the beating ends 
The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again 
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end 
of Universal Law, I'm callin on the meek and the poor 
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war 
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders 
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this 
My sword hits the human orb until it orbits 
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid 
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past 
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids 
To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration 
and twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan 
I'm ancient as 'amen', see I stay Grym 
Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken 
Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin 
Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in Sing-Sing 
I bring Grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting 
Stop riding the dick, start writing your own shit 
Cause I stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast 
I make em Slim Fast, lookin like stick figures 
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows 
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes 
Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's 
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer 
Grym will mentally chop your career 
See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears 
Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name 
you better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape 
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money 
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey 
Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Rzarector
Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals 
Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible 
Water-walker, immune to all physical torture 
Pull out fast in a Porsche, upon a double-crosser 
My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix 
And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic 
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MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material 
Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox 
Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus 
Cause war like the grandson of Kush 
I'm hangin devil's heads on a evergreen bush 
Sugar-frost sorceresses bitches get exhausted 
Pussy lips be drippin like leaky faucets 
Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers 
While I'm guzzlin Piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers 
Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece 
You get stampeded by the wildabeast 
A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat 
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat 
Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader 
He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor 
MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone 
Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone 
Eventually I knew the whole world would mention me 
Potentially I have the key to make G's 
MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the fruit with the trees 
Killa bees spread rapid like diseases 
See it's, like the second coming of Jesus, of Nazareth 
be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus 
Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful 
Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope 
Niggaz realize they just can't cope 
The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc 
Verse Three: Frukwan/Gatekeeper
I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish 
My science is divided deep into your central nervous 
Pervert area codes peep this murder 
I'm boxed-in, suckin hologram tits, inhalin oxygen 
Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix 
I pierce my dick and saw right through you pelvics 
I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm 
Physical existence is descendants of Allah 
I travel at high rates, Weaker men are primates 
That either migrate or get burnt to the stake 
I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetimene 
My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy 
Crazy el loco, Gas niggas like Sinoco 
Flush em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone 
I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah 
Attraction Flashin a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer 
While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's 
The roots of the wine induced the enzymes that tried your nucleus 
Turmoil boilin appointed, niggaz rubbin off my style like a ointment 
Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error 
Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara 
Rahh! Bearer, Digestin minerals in abundance 
Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons














