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Dangerous Mindz Lyrics - Singles - Gravediggaz

I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains 

Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots 

And drug spots, well, if you're too poor to move out 

Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts 

 

And you doubt God exists, when hard fists 

Be poundin' on your head like jackhammers 

You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter 

Seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out 

 

Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out 

With just a few scars when the beating ends 

The streets let ya breathe again 

But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end 

 

Of Universal Law, I'm callin' on the meek and the poor 

To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war 

With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders 

A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this 

 

My sword hits the human orb until it orbits 

In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid 

Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past 

Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids 

 

To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration 

And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan 

I'm ancient as 'Amen', see I stay Grym 

Throwin' fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken 

 

Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin 

Which trap the sinners in to sell such a Sing-Sing 

I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave all not exciting 

Stop riding the dick, start writin' your own shit 

 

'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind blast 

I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures 

I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows 

Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes 

 

Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's 

Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer 

Grym will mentally chop your career 

See, shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears 

 

Escape outta your ducts, every time you hear my name 

You better duck fate or catch a fuckin' face full of duct tape 

You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money 

Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey 

 

Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals 

Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible 

Water-walker, immune to all physical torture 

Pull out fast in a Porsche upon a double-crosser 

 

My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix 

And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic 

The imperial material's venereal 

MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material 

 

Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox 

Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus 

'Cause war like the grandson of Kush 

I'm hangin' devil's heads on a evergreen bush 

 

Sugar-frosted sorceresses, bitches get exhausted 

Pussy lips be drippin', like leaky faucets 

Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers 

While I'm guzzlin' Piper's, changin' my son's shitty-ass diapers 

 

Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece 

You get stampeded by the wildabeast 

A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat 

Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat 

 

Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader 

He was fooled by the interpreatation made from a traitor 

MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone 

Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone 

 

Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me 

Potentially, I have the key to make G's 

MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the root with the trees 

Killa bees spread rapid like diseases 

 

See it's, like the second comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth 

Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus 

Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful 

Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope 

 

Niggaz realize they just can't cope 

They're here, bustin' out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc 

I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish 

My science is divided deep into your central nervous 

 

Pervert area codes peep this murder 

I'm boxed-in, suckin' hologram tits, inhalin' oxygen 

Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix 

I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics 

 

I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm 

Physical existence is descendants of Allah 

I travel at high rates, weaker men are primates 

That either migrate or get burnt to the stake 

 

I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetamine 

My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy 

Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco 

Flush 'em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone 

 

I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah 

With traction, flashin' a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer 

While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's 

The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus 

 

Turmoil boilin' appointed, niggaz rubbin' off my style like a ointment 

Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error 

Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara 

 

Bearer, digestin' minerals in abundance 

Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons 

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