False Things Must Perish lyrics

f/ Prodical



[Intro: Frukwan]

Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yeah, yo, check it, check it, one-two

Gravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yo

We on ya ass, watch the happ`s of the gun blast



[Chorus: Poetic]

False Things Must Perish (x4)



[Frukwan]

Yo, yo, yo

Judas, Xavier, Sampson, Goliath

Now and nowadays, Gatekeep`, livin` Messiah

Porphecize, historically, the wise category

Superiority in the game, explain my story

Dopeful lavish, they`re doin` that like a savage

Concentrate, basin` my inner faith and pushin` karats

Rappin` the average, speakin` on riches

Teachin` that all of mankind is actin` dumb, deaf and blind

Beatin` with stripes, worshippin` the glitter of lights

Callin` the Twilight Zone, `pendin` on cellular phones

Batteries low, got no dough, what`s facin` you?

Sportin` ya jewels, and twenty-seven niggas chasin` you

Ultimate blast, constantly repeatin` a path

In an attempt to represent, our class be exec.

To get higher, for what you desire

Yo nigga, yo` blood shall be required

Give it here..



[Chorus]



[Poetic]

Yo, yo, yo

Fix ya face, y`all know the tricks of the trade

Trade ya six for the eight, spit the case

Face fire and escape on tracks, raise the facts

I annihi-late the wack, I`m tired of these fakes on wax

We all wanna shine but we all don`t seem to have the mind

To design schemes that align teams, just a crime scene of blind teens

In the rap kingdom, where cats keep

bling-a-ling-a-lingin`

And it`s fine, I love it when the black man shines

Bringin` hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort coke

And carry battleaxes, players rock Cadillacs, hunched in their seat

Pumpin` the beat when stompin` the street, they come with the heat

Cuz flamboyant niggas get punched in the teeth

When they front in the beat, but who brings relief

For the average nine-to-five cat carry his grief?



[Chorus]



[Prodical]

Brook-nam, grace and charm, stay calm but chron`s hit Lebanon

Black man but ortho` green Leprechaun from Lexington

Don`t disrespect Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun

Smack ya taste outta ya dunn, look at ya fam on the run

Now y`all respect Sunn, shine all type direction

Right connection with the right perfections, recite a lesson

But my weapon reign automatic projection

Blow out ya reception, hose through ya reflection

Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection

Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends

Twenty-one-two, still gettin` money with the Wu

Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew

And I made moves, paid dues and slayed crews

Y`all niggas fakin` jacks on tracks, look out for the steel bat

I live it real black, ill with my format, my war tac`s

Worth divine, alphabetically spilt



[Chorus]
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