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letra de man only fears - gravediggaz

f/ shogun -ssason

[poetic]
gravediggaz, gatekeep’
grym reap’, gravediggaz
gatekeep’, grym reap’
yo

a fresh alley, is like death valley
strangers are met fouly like heads with a bounty
i invade your county, state, town, or borough
rap steelo, thorough, home on the furlo
dolo, solo, singular, similar to none, with the black polo
outfit, house b-tch you dumb
deaf, blind, can’t rip a rhyme
mc’s lines is empty, i’m unfriendly
the art of war horror-core slaughter more cats than a chinese restaraunt
my rhyme peaks is the art on all you triflin’ me, like the eiffel
mc’s, i’m rightful in these lyrical bullets in the form of a bullet
in your back, you’re wack, f-ck your click, they just over-react
i ain’t feelin’ your track when i come fully stacked for combat
i break mates, human bein’s, shapes, and shakespeare’s of europeans
f-ckin’ sewer s-m-n, apache renegades with hand grenades
drop bombs, invade men through their hearin’ aids
and fully extend the gravedigga welcome
to h-ll, son, the devil got you in a full nelson
stride for stride, i carry my gravedigga shield with pride
if left to the doctors i’d have already died
but i’m back, darker than a pitch-black night
with a track and a mic

[chorus x2: shogun -ssason (frukwan)]
man only fears what he knows he should not
man only fears what he knows he should not
(yo n-gg-s that know not can’t get, don’t got)

[shogun -ssason]
let me dictate what i wrote, papermate
shogun, i use my words to -ssason-ate
murder is all i see here, so i say what i see
when you step in front of me, my thoughts is explosive energy
call the bomb squad, i’m a threat to the c-ssette deck
might spit a cartridge, to rip through your cartalidge
danny godsmith, who the f-ck you think masterminded this?
brain-storm, red dawn, war p-wn, let the gun show ’em
we could happily leave the convo’, i got an -rs-nal
i’d dress to kill, swingin’ swords where i rest at
it’s blood for blood in this shoot out
clash of the t-tans, universal soldiers, wake the f-ck up!

[frukwan]
black ambiance, i levitate in a motherf-ckin’ seance
upon a black young child with the crayon
i prayed on intellectuals in exceptional venacular
vintage cosmetic venacular callisthetics
genetic contraband, study of the graphed tin man
wisdom concurrent, run determinded through event sentence of death
last chance, close the curtain, go inhale the vision of detail
realistic accuracy backed by the faculty
the gods, i use the guns and glocks to lock the monopoly
armed, the bomb, the harness, released under my own recognizance
gatekeep’, what? you know how it motherf-ckin’ be
g-o-d, the path consists of numerous tricks
but n-gg-s thoughts are restricted
rather be crammed in little districts
chop the element, a household name in every residence
i be the king sparkin’, runnin’ n-gg-s like drill sergeants
of course no remorse, deterent fear radiates coherent
rather bust your own than eliminate the appearance
cover us but on the strength my n-gg-s double up
here to engage, left in disarray
torn, devestated, from the fierce brigade

[chorus x4]

[shogun -ssason]
man only fears, many only fears

[frukwan]
n-gg-s that know not can’t get, don’t got (x4)

- gravediggaz

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