This is dope but fans better not be going there hoping to see the actual Clan. Its just 1/7th of Killarmy(Berreta), 1 half of North star(Christ Bearer), clivaringz, the "newest" member of the Killa beez and apart from Shabazz I dont know the others.
I'll be going there just to see Shabazz mostly. I wish he had recorded more material with the Gravediggaz before Poetic/Grym pa**ed away.
Artist: Gravediggaz
Album: The Pick, the Sickle and the Shovel
Song: Elimination Process
[Grym Reaper]
Ghettos are becomin lost
Shorties is outta they minds
If not for the courage of a chosen few
They stay dumb deaf and blind
Yo caught in the process of elimination
Until your fortress is maken
Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken
Until our forces awaken
Caught in the process of elimination
Until your fortress is maken
Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken
Til our forces awaken
[Grym Reaper]
General Grym
What's the pleasure principle
Attack the enemies at every interval
And keep our casualites at a minimal
Camoflauged down now I launch my offensive
To arm leg-a leg the defenseless
Cause criminals and dons are relentless
Murders are common and senseless
In the ghetto trenches the stench is
Tremendous and poverty, our property is defended by shotguns
Alarm, pit bulls and barbed wire fences
If you're not armed you're in harm's way
You're hunted by wannabe desparados and hombres
I'm sick of all this shit
Rappers defeatin me on oscillatin frequencies
Speakin about operatin frequently
With keys from Columbians and Dominicans
You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians
Niggas act like dumb animals in pit full and cock fights
Attackin each other then carjackin at stop lights
f*** all you cold blooded race killers
That's proud to be blood spillers of ebony pillars
Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed
Foes better check they approach me the first G
R-Y-M, you know the name
I'm hated by the beats like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein
Positive brothers ain't gotta be soft
It's time to start knockin you fake niggas off!
What!
[Gatekeeper]
Feeler of the grace as your bodytone get laced
You and I must verse to coincide our universe
Relevance yo true dat, prepare for the risks
No handout, I chop your f***in hand off from the wrist
I ditect the vibes weak brothers try to hide
Inside, they ain't strapped for the ride it's suicide
I spread like a fungus, ran the devil from among us
Let the rain in the days in the valley of Columbus
The all-natural cosmetic, supernatural gi-netic
My genes, by all means, they backpa** synthetics
Rhetoric, hair weaves, bare blunts and cigarettes
Sexist directors, crossdress infectors
Spawn of a form of neuron who ain't warned of the wicked
The devil's technician, the division
And smash into grains of sand
From the hourgla**
[Shabazz The Disciple]
And you have been warned
In the gun shooter
So let's see cold soldier from the future
The tribe intruder
Twelve tribe saluter
Marchin with an army of extra-terrestial beings
Descended from celestial beings
Been fightin the holy war for eons
Wise words that guided missiles, Yacub's blade of steel
Gods use mental pistols and Ezekial's wheel
The apocalypse, convertin this metropolis
To an acropolis, twelve armageddon acropolis
No resort of seclorum, Babylon's the forum
The Black mind and spirit is at hand I'm fightin for em
A holy war with the beast with the 7 heads
It's your last supper, feast on this of unleaven bread
Song: CRIME SAGA
Shabazz [Verse Three]
He worked his way up from grinding
And scraping hand to hand on the block
And slinging rocks on consignment
He got plugged in, now he's juggling bricks and moving weight
And bubbling gats and trafficking big 8's out of the state
Faked his death and ducked the feds
But little did he know
That his ex had put a price out on his f***ing head
One night she plugged him to a pick up
He's supposed to pick a brick up
She led him right into a f***ing stick up
His world was spinning fast, the walls of hell were closing in
Angel of death was on his a**, his adversaries rose again
100 grand in the trunk to cop the crystal
He was sleep, that nigga in the back seat had packed a pistol
He put 2 in his kangol and twisted his wig backwards
Yanked the suitcase out the trunk, f***ing snake bastard!
Left him slumped over the wheel with his wig peeled
Brains on the dashboard and blood all on the windshield
I watched him lay on his deathbed with a swollen head
Waiting for his heart to stop, cause he was brain dead
Angel of death was waiting by his bed side
He jerked his arm the next morning
And then a tear ran down his left eye
6 men carried his coffin, put him 6 feet in the ground
while I stood, 6 feet over in a black suit looking down
Thinking, why was I chose to survive and bear these memories
f***ing with that dirty game, death is always the penalty!!!!
Word! Yo R.I.P. my brother Rah, Bumpy, Junior, Herb
Know what I'm saying, just, Jeffrey, my man Stevo
They all were shot in the head!!
[Chorus] 8O
Song: Street Parables
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Bear witness! as I exorcise my exorcism
Casting out these devils living in this ghetto prison
With heavy metal and ammunition, conditions are unbearable
You're listening to street parables!
[Verse One: Shabazz]
In 97 a.d., due to economy we living 22 deuteronomy
submitting to robbery buddha and sodomy
playing a game of street poker with a royal flush
a heart of lust, smoke inhalation from the burning bush
ghetto jerusalem, the streets paved with gold
but what profit a man if he shall lose his own soul
hustling with jewelry like solomon
in the crystal city
eluding the angel on the pale horse with hell following
sipping wine from a golden cup that runneth over
inscribing ghetto scriptures, inspired by jehovah
yay though I walk through the valley sober
bearing witness to the 7 plagues, standing in the pit of cobras
many disciples in my brigade who prayed, laid with jade
the harlots womb bares a plague
isaiah 3:16's, drowning in the heroin river
judas a hitman for 30 pieces of silver
the ghetto's the bible for the people of the spirit
interpret the parables, he who has ears let him hear it
the ghetto's the bible for the people of the spirit
interpret the parables, he who has ears let him hear it
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Lord Jamar]
Forever valid being hunted by pontius pilate
confronted by the romans, when I'm blunted I see bad omens
gifts contained within a trojan horse
we following a chosen coarse
colossians 1:17, belief in one you never seen
I be the true and living supreme, trapped in this prison of fiends
what's written in the book of philippines
prophesied by ibrahim
black g-zus of nazarine, get ready for the second coming
caesar's issuing a summons for my arrest
convict me of a lesser charge, and sit me in the devil's nest
persecution of the gods, we never rest
a never ending battle
against the pagans, who idolize the golden cattle
we've been forsaken with lies, but now we making some strides
way past ecclesiastes, me and the god shabazz be
in the lab g, building on math scientifically
watching them die in their iniquity
[Chorus]
