Killing Fieldz lyrics

[Intro: Poetic]

No more dead end streets

Gravediggaz, dark angels

Appearin out the fog

Reappearin every millenium

Frukwan, the Gate Keep, sun star

Hit it up, ya



[Chorus: Frukwan]

How many`s willin, ready for the war

Permit the killin, what if it`s ya own

That`s the villain, what do you do? Do you kill `em?



[Frukwan]

Created from a cumulus, cause that are numerous

Dangerous combattin, when I kill, it`s no accident

Punch hole thru your abdomen, pluck your vein instrument

Prevent, my thought waves travel infinite

Periodically I generate, natural intake

7 and a half ounce brain, 5% body weight

Repititious, the bishop, he only enter the vicious

Sleepin wit yo misses, tappin that ass vicious

Squeeze time, a pressure ya muthafuckas couldn`t measure

The dead body severed, fingers are dismembered

Hair foliculs, point of rap, wrapped in iodine

Wrapped in a heat, body found upon the ground of Egypt

Jamaica, that on to make a Earth shaker

Natural disaster, hemipheric master

Master crater size hole, niggas that wanna fold

Blow, transport threatin ya fuckin life support

Petrolium niggas up on the Potium

Figure, how many niggas run wit Gravediggaz, nigga!



[Break: Poetic]

Yo, next up

Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony titanium



[Poetic]

Criminal record, never had one, never made none

Never grab guns and blaze them just for fun

I`m military trained, not considered very fiend

Not 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, cuz we travel alot

Doin hip hop in spots that get hot

They figure we get knots, a few bad apples`ll lick shots

And shit stops, the Most High

Deprive human life out of his gift shop

Thirty four years up on the brick top

Tryin to survive, it`s as wild as elephant`s 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 parademic, 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 havin, smokin peace pipes

As peeps try the peace treaty

And we be usin 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 and the low brain lock, and we go into shock



[Chorus 3X]



"My mic check is life or death" (6X)- Nas {scratched up

"My mic check is life or death, breathin the sniper`s breath" - Nas