Testo Alone In the Graveyard - Gravediggaz
Testo della canzone Alone In the Graveyard (Gravediggaz), tratta dall'album 6 Feet Under
Yo, it's that Brooklyn ish
Y'all niggas ready? (Yeah!)
Y'all ready? (Yeah!)
Yo, ghost ish, run the game on real
A nigga might find it hard walkin' alone in the graveyard
Run the game on real
Nigga can't compete, I leave you 6 feet deep, nigga
Yo, I be the Pied Piper, enlighten the whole decipher
Watch the God strike like a viper
Potential energy pumps the mainstream, what a nigga crazy enough
To return to dust
My throne rest the image, consider the mess
Jump the CO, bust the captain, and hop the fence
Then maneuver like a cougar, usin' night vision
Interrogate intruders, rest puff my buddha
The grandchild, father of mad style
Battle log on foul, exiled since I lost the trial
The whole, control niggas like percs and surf darts
Death blow, aim will hit straight to the heart
It's a strong wind, niggas as thin as ten strips
A measurable wealth, campaignin' that wack ish
The barrier is ready, engage lock finder
Fox One launch the sidewinder
Gothic hip hop prick, I blast microscopic bars
To enhance communication only seen through Allah
God body, sun star, Gaddafi
Killer of Nazis, take head like Ted DeBiase
Pits of snake venom, tools I construct or destruct
Just perfect lyrical reflux
Tramp through decisions, battlin' in collisions
High speed, still a nigga tryna breathe
What, nigga?
Run the game on real
A nigga might find it hard walkin' alone in the graveyard
Run the game on real
Nigga can't compete, I leave you 6 feet deep, nigga
Run the game on real
A nigga might find it hard walkin' alone in the graveyard
Run the game on real
Nigga can't compete, I leave you 6 feet deep, nigga
Run the game on real
A nigga might find it hard walkin' alone in the graveyard
Run the game on real
Nigga can't compete, I leave you 6 feet deep, nigga
Run the game on real
A nigga might find it hard walkin' alone in the graveyard
Run the game on real
Nigga can't compete, I leave you 6 feet deep, nigga
Yo, I come with the killer arm, legga legga arm head
Ready with the bomb threat, fuck all of the con shit
Wait until the bomb hits, make a nigga vomit
Cousin ain't armed with weaponry to respond with
My correspondence only unfolds for the soldiers in the cold war
Powered by solar, always in the trench, intense until I dent
The armor of the devil brigade, slugs is spent
And dark rebels invade your tent, with the intent
To leave your body bent, I let the shotty ven-
-Tilate your chest, penetrate your vest
And all your family traits, as you defecate
You're dyin' in the stench (Ugh), nothin' can prevent
My violent takeover, the modern Jay-Hova
Cannot be tempted by no type payola
Colder than the polar, your bling bling is over
Fuck all you fake costra nostras
Grim is a real street soldier
Put you in a deep coma, your weak streak is over
Finito, I sting like 10 million mosquitoes with hypodermic needles
Run the game on real
A nigga might find it hard walkin' alone in the graveyard
Run the game on real
Nigga can't compete, I leave you 6 feet deep, nigga
Run the game on real
A nigga might find it hard walkin' alone in the graveyard
Run the game on real
Nigga can't compete, I leave you 6 feet deep, nigga
Run the game on real
A nigga might find it hard walkin' alone in the graveyard
Run the game on real
Nigga can't compete, I leave you 6 feet deep, nigga
Run the game on real
A nigga might find it hard walkin' alone in the graveyard
Run the game on real
Nigga can't compete, I leave you 6 feet deep, nigga
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Writer(s): Arnold Hamilton
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