Killing Fieldz

[Intro: The Grym Reaper] No more dead-end streets Gravediggaz, dark angels Appearing out the fog Reappearing every millennium Frukwan, the Gatekeep, Sun Star Hit it up, yo [Chorus: The Gatekeeper] How many's willing? Ready for the war? Permit the killing, what if it's your own nasty villain? What do you do? Do you kill him? [Verse 1: The Gatekeeper] Created from a cumulus, raw shots are numerous Dangerous combating, when I kill, it's no accident Punch hole through your abdomen, pluck your vein instrument Prevent, my thought waves travel infinite Periodically I generate, natural intake Seven and a half ounce brain, 5% body weight Repetitious, the bishop, he only enter the vicious Sleeping with your misses, tapping that ass vicious Squeeze time, a pressure motherfuckers couldn't measure The dead body severed, fingers are dismembered Hair follicles point of rap wrapped in iodine Wrapped in a adhesive, body found upon the ground of Egypt Jamaica, the only maker Earth shaker Natural disaster, hemispheric master Master crater size hole, niggas that wanna fold, blow Transport threaten your fucking life support Petroleum niggas up on the podium Figure, how many niggas rode with Gravediggaz, nigga? [Break: The Grym Reaper] Yo, next up Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium [Verse 2: The Grym Reaper] Criminal record, never had one, never made none Never grab guns and blaze them just for fun I'm military trained, not considered very vain Out to kill up every frame within the skill of my brain When I peep certain cats on the block, I know they plot How to get what I got 'cause we travel a lot Doing hip-hop in spots that get hot They figure we get knots, a few bad apples'll lick shot And shit stops, the Most High supply human life out of his gift shop 34 years upon the brick top Tryna survive, it's just wild as elephants stampede to see Fans leave as someone in the audience, clans bleed They can't breath, after the next man squeeze And this girl is like, "Please!" Someone, get a paramedic, the ghetto drama's pathetic More black armor shredded I need peace, peace of mind, peace and quiet Piece of the pie, piece of the action to acquire A nice piece of real estate when I need escape A pen and a piece of paper to plot my next caper Up in the safe haven, smoking peace pipes As peeps try to peace treaty and we be Using the Sun as a time piece, dime pieces in two piece bikinis That give me a piece of ass whenever they see me What the dealy behind the whole plot? As I carry a piece to protect my flock Can't throw rocks while enemies toke Glocks The human animal brain lock and we go into shock, shock, shock [Chorus: The Gatekeeper] How many's willing? Ready for the war? Permit the killing, what if it's your own nasty villain? What do you do? Do you kill him? How many's willing? Ready for the war? Permit the killing, what if it's your own nasty villain? What do you do? Do you kill him? How many's willing? Ready for the war? Permit the killing, what if it's your own nasty villain? What do you do? Do you kill him? [Outro: Nas] "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My mic check is life or death—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My mic—" "My—" "My—" "My mic check is life or death—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My mic check is life or death—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My mic check is life or death—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My mic—" "My—" "My—" "My mic—" "My—" "My mic—" "My—" "My—" "My mic—" "My—" "My mic—" "My—" "My—" "My mic—" "My—" "My mic—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My—" "My mic—" "My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath"