Gravediggaz - Zig Zag Chamber Lyrics
[ Poetic ]Look ChiefThere's only one way to catch these GravediggazWe gotta go deep into the underground(You're nuts!You know what I gotta do to catch a permission to dig up a grave?)[ Poetic ]Yo, I'm comin in black and runnin the track, I dare you to overreactI'm placin the mic stand into my right hand diggin a hole in your backJust for the record I'm making it perfectly clear that my method'll sever the earOf the biggest and baddest regardless of status, it's hazardous when I appearUh, fake cats'll tremble in fear unless you repent or bewareI mentally damage and fracture your cabbage, you're way beyond repairCarryin tools while others be braggin about they carats and jewelsIt's a marriage of fools, stick up! - now you're left in a blood poolIlliterate, limited, primitive, inconsiderate piece of shitI stick you for yo ice with the graveyard pickI'm sicker than sickle cell, puttin you through triple hellRippin your whole shell, then I cripple you as well[ Frukwan ]( *sniff* )Torn between the weed and indo, occasion occupation*****es are starstruck on locationKeepin the fat gear and a loot knot include bangin and bounce nigga to doomPickin him up, rippin his gut, blood spread across the roomPeelin your skin dry, hopin your ass die, ***** a prayerDragon slayer, organ donor, a nigga that's quick to bone yaBlack pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a moanerLightin a fuse, strikin your ass on fire - I burn yaBeggin and plead, where to begin, niggas is lost, covered with sinNigga that wanna step, same nigga get disrespectHoldin it down, mixed in the mud, corner to caveNiggas are slaved with affadavidsRoamin the globe unknown and nameless[ CHORUS: Poetic (2X) ]The G-r-a-v-e-d-i-g-g-aZig Zag ChamberGot cats in dangerThe hot flow's majorThe show's got flavorYou all know the caperGod control your paper[ Poetic ]Severely poor, yes, I was here before, now it's a daily warIf the hustle fail me or derail me I'ma be jailed for surePressure be escalatin, stakes be testin my patienceSatan be puttin the thought in my head to lay awake and waste menBut they be black like me and they react like meCarry a gat like me, producin the drama like Spike LeeHoodies and Timbs nightly, manoueverin packed tightlyKeepin the block spicy and like they wrist icyFor a limited time the criminal mind'll shine before they findThey dumb and deaf and blind, either be god or be a swineYou know the graveyard anthem, dig in your brain sanctumGrym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium, I'm out like a phantom[ Frukwan ]Yo.. leave em collegient, vision impaired, leavin a trapped sectorCatchin a snare, breathin the air, pickin up fans like bone collectorSlip in the deuce, turn on the juice, niggas are lost in thoughtAfraid in their appearance, runnin past interferencePick up a trend, tearin a raid, causin the earth so shakeMade up a cost next to nothin, my molecules runnin constantMicrophone leave em destruct, rap employment, guns I bustNever to sink or drop, I'm ready to bust shotsThe hideous, deep in the dark, mysterious, dark deliriousBlow the head off distortion, display it in proportionsMaintainin a Grym tale, remainin to raise hell***** a clonin, a nigga receive death to my opponents[ CHORUS (6X) ]
