Graveyard

[Intro] (Graveyard) (Graveyard) [Chorus] Don't plan on stoppin' In the land of the forgotten You wanna get out but you can't slow down I guess you gotta go under somehow Where we at, baby? (Graveyard) Say it again (Graveyard), ow 'Cause ain't nothin' flat beneath a tombstone And who said there's no place like home? [Verse 1] It's the same old situation No matter where I seem to roam I could be thousands of miles from hometown But never that far away from home A world of hustle for the muscle And willing to die to try to get the dough And everyone's trying so hard to break out But still not sure quite where it go Just living life from day to day And hope the man doesn't pull your card Because there's not much chance of getting out, baby So welcome to the graveyard [Chorus] Don't plan on stoppin' In the land of the forgotten You wanna get out but you can't slow down I guess you gotta go under somehow Where we at, baby? (Graveyard) Say it again (Graveyard) 'Cause ain't nothin' flat beneath a tombstone, ow Who said there's no place like home? [Verse 2] The terror starts with inner city blues But who's spreading all the bad news? Oh, and I bet they've never spent any time down in the underland But I know how to make it right We've gotta get it together and keep it tight We'll make that funky P-funk, understand, yes, y'all The graveyard is a place you've got to see Hell, never did any damn thing for me Living life from day to day And hope the man doesn't pull your card 'Cause there's not much chance of getting out, baby So welcome to the graveyard [Chorus] Don't plan on stoppin' In the land of the forgotten You wanna get out but you can't slow down I guess you gotta go under somehow Where we at, baby? (Graveyard) Say it again (Graveyard), ow 'Cause ain't nothin' flat beneath a tombstone Who said there's no place like home? Don't plan on stoppin' In the land of the forgotten You wanna get out but you can't slow down I guess you gotta go under somehow So where we at, baby? (Graveyard) Say it again (Graveyard) 'Cause ain't nothin' flat beneath a tombstone, ow Who said there's no place like home? [Verse 3] One, two, three bodies in the alley It's masked avengers from Boston to Cali Had to let 'em know there's no crossing your territory Hangin' 'em high in the ghetto so they feel the story I refuse to be a victim Suckers wanna get me, so yo, I gotta get them Posse pack in the Saab to go do the job While I find where they hang, but it won't be hard They're the kind of punks screamin' for attention Exposin' their sacks of new cash like a convention These type of men, could just let 'em die slowly Then maybe on halftime they could give me what he owed me 'Cause soon as I'm finished, bodies diminish like the Ku Klux Klan He's as good as a dead man Oh, yo, see now you know Rizz, the ten-year professional So here I go, let the bullets flow deep within the rhythm See, black, that's how we gotta get 'em In the city, you walk hard 'Cause everyone realize Yo, everyone realize 'Cause everyone realize we're living in a graveyard [Outro] Come on, punk Get realistic about the shiznit Fool Set it off, punk (Graveyard) (Graveyard) (Graveyard) (Graveyard) (Graveyard) (Graveyard) (Graveyard) (Graveyard)