G-to-the-R-to-the-A-to-the-V. E-to-the-D-to-the-I-to-the-G. G-to-the-A-to-the-zig-zag-Z. Gravedigga, nigga, 6 feet deep. . G-to-the-R-to-the-A-to-the-V.
360 questions to ask a Gravedigga. Here are just seven of them. . Yo RZA, how many bites did it take you to chew your fuckin' arm off?. Hey Gravediggaz, who was the governor of Campania.
Aiyyo Reaper, those kids out there say you're mad thirsty. You got somethin' for them to drink?. Yo, we can wet up 2 cups of blood. . Arm to the leg, leg, on to the head, yo.
Suicide it's a suicide. Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide. Suicide it's a suicide. Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide. . So you wanna die, commit suicide.
Suicide it's a suicide. Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide. Suicide it's a suicide. Budabuyby, suicide it's a suicide. . So you wanna die, commit suicide.
Suicide it's a suicide. Budabuyby. Suicide it's a suicide. . Suicide it's a suicide. Budabuyby. Suicide it's a suicide. . So you wanna die, commit suicide dial 1-800-Cyanide line.
The pit, the pit, oh my. Yo, 1, 2, dun dunna dunna dun. All y'all mentally dead motherfuckers. We come to break y'all some information. And ressurect you from the mentality of fool in this.
[so for all y'all niggaz out there that be puffin shit. When the music go on, y'all listen to this alright? ]. . Verse one: prince rakeem/ryzarector. .
Hidden emotions, you and I control it. Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it. Hidden emotions, you and I control it. Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it.
Danger, danger, danger danger. The graveyard chamber. Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, danger. The graveyard chamber. . Danger, danger, danger, danger.
(Special technique). Fuck that. (Special technique of shadowboxin'). God damn. . (The GZA, god damn). (The GZA, god damn). Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop.
Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy. When you fake moves on a nigga you employ. We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God damn. I show living large niggas how to flip a def jam.
(...the skill of Shaolin). RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*. GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's angels?. *Ol Dirty singing in the background*.
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock. Fuck wit the Wu we bustin' ya whole snot box. Throw ya right ear to ya bitch up in a zip lock.
A-yo shorty, yo that's my word. Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold. Yo anybody get caught flinging. Over here, I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted.
Suicide or murder. In this jungle this they be glad to hang ya. Plus the galley man learn fi not to linger. Blow fast just like a gas cylinder. And then.
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned. Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned. Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your.
Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned. Wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned. Wake you up and as I stare in your, wake you up and as I stare in your.