Текст песни Gravediggaz f Prodical - False Things Must Perish
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[Intro: Frukwan]Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yoYeah, yo, check it, check it, one-twoGravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yoWe on ya ass, watch the happ`s of the gun blast[Chorus: Poetic]False Things Must Perish (x4)[Frukwan]Yo, yo, yoJudas, Xavier, Sampson, GoliathNow and nowadays, Gatekeep`, livin` MessiahPorphecize, historically, the wise categorySuperiority in the game, explain my storyDopeful lavish, they`re doin` that like a savageConcentrate, basin` my inner faith and pushin` karatsRappin` the average, speakin` on richesTeachin` that all of mankind is actin` dumb, deaf and blindBeatin` with stripes, worshippin` the glitter of lightsCallin` the Twilight Zone, `pendin` on cellular phonesBatteries low, got no dough, what`s facin` you?Sportin` ya jewels, and twenty-seven niggas chasin` youUltimate blast, constantly repeatin` a pathIn an attempt to represent, our class be exec.To get higher, for what you desireYo nigga, yo` blood shall be requiredGive it here..[Chorus][Poetic]Yo, yo, yoFix ya face, y`all know the tricks of the tradeTrade ya six for the eight, spit the caseFace fire and escape on tracks, raise the factsI annihi-late the wack, I`m tired of these fakes on waxWe all wanna shine but we all don`t seem to have the mindTo design schemes that align teams, just a crime scene of blind teensIn the rap kingdom, where cats keepbling-a-ling-a-lingin`And it`s fine, I love it when the black man shinesBringin` hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort cokeAnd carry battleaxes, players rock Cadillacs, hunched in their seatPumpin` the beat when stompin` the street, they come with the heatCuz flamboyant niggas get punched in the teethWhen they front in the beat, but who brings reliefFor the average nine-to-five cat carry his grief?[Chorus][Prodical]Brook-nam, grace and charm, stay calm but chron`s hit LebanonBlack man but ortho` green Leprechaun from LexingtonDon`t disrespect Sunn, I crack ya face with the gunSmack ya taste outta ya dunn, look at ya fam on the runNow y`all respect Sunn, shine all type directionRight connection with the right perfections, recite a lessonBut my weapon reign automatic projectionBlow out ya reception, hose through ya reflectionSolid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfectionDid a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legendsTwenty-one-two, still gettin` money with the WuUp in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dewAnd I made moves, paid dues and slayed crewsY`all niggas fakin` jacks on tracks, look out for the steel batI live it real black, ill with my format, my war tac`sWorth divine, alphabetically spilt[Chorus]