Testo False Things Must Perish - Gravediggaz
Testo della canzone False Things Must Perish (Gravediggaz), tratta dall'album Nightmare in A-Minor
Ha ha haa! Yo, yo yo yo yo, yeah
Yo, check it check it one two
Gravediggaz, yo, yo yo
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish
Yo, Judas, Xavier, Samson the liar
Now in our days, gatekeep livin messiah
Prophesize, historically the wise category
Superiority in the game, explain my story
Don't need lavish, to do an act like a savage
Concentrate, basin my inner faith and pushin carriage
Rappin the average, speakin on riches
Teachin that all mankind, is actin deaf dumb and blind
Beaten with stripes, worshippin the glitter and lights
Call it the Twilight Zone, pendin on cellular phones
Batteries low, got no dough, what's facin ya
Sportin your jewels, and twenty-seven niggas chasin you
Ultimate blast, constantly repeatin the past
And the attempt to represent, my class be exempt
To get higher, for what you desire
Yo nigga, your blunt shall be required
Give it here
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish
Yo, yo, fix your face, y'all know the tricks of the trade
Trade the six for the eight, split the cake, spit fire
And escape on track, face the facts like Nya
Lick the wack, I'm tired of these fakes on wax
We all wanna shine, but we all don't seem to have the minds
To design schemes that align teams
Just a crime scene of blind teens, in the rap kingdom
When cats keep bling-a-ling-a-lingin and it's fine
I love it when the black man shines
Bringin hope to the habitat where fiends do dope
Snort coke and carry battleaxes
Players drive Cadillacs, hunched in their seat
Pumpin the beat, when scum in the street, they come with the heat
Cause, flamboyant niggas get punched in the teeth
When they front in the beef, but who brings relief
For the average nine to five cat carryin grief
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish
Brook-nam grace and charm, stay calm with chromes to Lebanon
Black bummed it off the green leprechaun, from Lexington
No disrespect son, I crack your face with the gun
Smack the taste outta your dun, look at your fam on the run
Now y'all respect son, shine all type direction
Right connection with the right perfections, recite a lesson
But my weapon, ring automatic projection
Blow out your reception, or through your reflection
Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection
Thi-thi-thirteen, me and my team supreme legends
Twenty-one two, still gettin money with the Wu
Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honeydew
And I made moves, paid dues, and slayed crews
Now niggas fakin jax on tracks, look out for the steel back
I live it real black, ill with my format
My war tax, word divine, alphabetically spilt
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish
False things must perish
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Writer(s): Arnold Hamilton, Anthony Berkeley, Lamar Ruff
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