GRAVEDIGGAZ - Current Events lyrics

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Gravediggaz..

[Intro: Gatekeeper]

Current events is hell, dwell in the pit of the flames

Walkin the path to maintain

But current events is hell, can you defend to the end

Are you prepared? Tell me you're scared

[Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper]

Evil that lurks to fiery grave shuns the father

Gatekeep', you're fuckin with the grave robber

Like (?) street sweep, the dungeon storm's comin

Every-fuckin-body starts to runnin

My plague massive rain, a army bridage

Niggaz swingin bats ramshack, organism human remains

Though it's left in a state, of confusion

Powerful eyes of Allah, will see your execution

I hover admist currents, the block field surge

Pressure build, mentally, yo I'm off the clock

Urge to kill, terror to thrill, weaker the will

Blood flows like, lava runnin down the hill

Tons of ash debris, laid waste to rot

Unknown fuse, confiscate one eyes the cyclops

The eyes box, blade cocks, forgive me not

Earthly trait, for niggaz that straight, fire weight

Imagine the blank, screams, the horrible dreams

Wakin up in a sweat, all a sudden forget

Evident of a freeze trees to spleen

With or whenever green multi shit contract

And how we adapt, sword, so yet the wicked stay warned

You motherfuckers is on

[Chorus: Gatekeeper]

Current events is hell, dwell in the pit of the flames

Walkin the path to maintain

But current events is hell, can you defend to the end

Are you prepared? Tell me you're scared

Current events is hell, dwell in the pit of the flames

Walkin the path to maintain

Current events is hell, can you defend, down to the end

Are you prepared for fear?

[Too Poetic/Grym Reaper]

Yo..

Up from the bottomless pit, of the rottenest shit

With a hit for the streets, Grym Reap', Gatekeep'

Grym will assault all the herbs on the asphault

Cash rules cats that steal shit, and blast false

Get the paper, crooked politicians can't save ya

as a Gravedigga, we play a major

part in the crisis; didja know Christ is me?

Reincarnated in a MC

I came to the hookers, pimps and the killers

The thievin ass niggaz, my soldiers, guerillas

Nine to five cats and drug dealers with gats

I'm P-R-O black but y'all already know that

Fuck a horrorcore, I bring holy war

Cold and raw as it bubble and ya moan through your pores

My soul soars, way above Armageddeonites

Fuel the battlefield through the hot metal and ICE!

Bling bling niggaz better come out to fight

when the pigs keep robbin the hood of black life

How many of you trife cats go runnin to church

while guns is hummin puttin, blacks in the hearse

Everytime I talk about peace cats frown

If it ain't about cream most teams ain't down

As the supreme brown King and the Queen frown

I'ma be a hater, to all race traitors!

[Chorus x2]