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Gravel Pit

Wu-Tang Clan

Wu-Tang Clan's Greatest Hits

2004

Now listen

Back, back and forth and forth
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it

E with the English, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin', and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin' shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old

Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talkin 'bout

Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the Tecs and loot this
Executing, shaking all sets, and I'm breaking all hex
I'm taking all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweating my pockets
I hear the hot shit

Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
You don't have to move a mountain
Just give me enough strength to climb
Oh Lord !

Now listen

Back, back and forth and forth
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it

E with the English, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin', and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin' shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old

Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talkin 'bout

Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the Tecs and loot this
Executing, shaking all sets, and I'm breaking all hex
I'm taking all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits
On the go, check the flow, saying Wu don't rock shit
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweating my pockets
I hear the hot shit

Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it
You don't have to move a mountain
Just give me enough strength to climb
Oh Lord !

[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...

My story starts with a letter I read
From my great uncle Pavilas and this is what it said, he said
Come to your homeland, the place you've never seen
You'll find the birds here sing and the grass is green
We have bells in steeples and the people all believe
If you come to Lithuania, you will never want to leave

So I decided that my father and I
Would set a course east and take to the sky
But when the day came and our plane landed down
We saw none of the things that Pavilas had told us of the town

We saw run down houses, gravel pits
Abandoned Cars not worth a shit.
Children building castles of dust
Near playgrounds left brittle by rust
You've never seen such dilapidation
As the place where they shared their recreation
And I've never bought the American Dream
Until the day I saw the things that I have seen
After half a day drive, our feet met the ground
Of the place where Pavilas never left town
We met our relatives and we helped them drink their wine
Surprised to find a family much happier than mine
They laughed and smiled about the things they'd never need
By the end, I pitied them less than they pitied me

When the time came to leave, my father and I
Packed the car tight with gifts and said our goodbyes
As the car drove off, I heard church bells ring
I saw the grass was green and I heard the birds begin to sing
I heard the birds begin to sing
I heard the birds begin to sing

Come to your homeland, the place you've never seen
You'll find the birds here sing and the grass is green
We have bells in steeples and the people all believe
If you come to Lithuania, you will never want to leave

Feelin' kinda rusty 
As I head on down the road 
Air's gettin' plenty dusty 
Tires kickin' gravel stones 

You better stop stop 
Think before you come round again 
You better knock knock 
Find yourself a brand new friend 
You can file an appeal but there's simply nothing to contend 

Feelin' kinda groggy 
As I take this hairpin turn 
Sky's gettin' plenty foggy 
Leveraging the sun's slow burn  

You better stop stop 
Things are not yet on the mend 
You better knock knock 
Think bout what you did again 
Some personal reflection's solely what I recommend 

Not gonna break  
Ain't gonna run 
From my mistakes 
I'm gonna give 
Ain't gonna take 
I want it real 
Don't want no fakes 
No 

Weary and lambasted 
Unfolding down this straightaway 
Warning signs are pasted 
I should pit and end my day 

You better stop stop  
Think of what it could portend 
You better knock knock 
Contemplate it once again 
Your credit line is drawn it's impossible to extend 

Not gonna break  
Ain't gonna run 
From my mistakes 
I'm gonna give 
Ain't gonna take 
I want it real 
Don't want no fakes 
No

And I been fighting the urge to smoke
But I can’t stop thinkin’ about cigarettes
I want to step out in the night and ask for a light
But this girl, she’d smell it on my breath

And I been fighting the urge to kiss her
In the darkness of this gravel parking lot
She got kids of her own, is divorced, and I’m alone
But I leave her in the dust and head on home

And it feels like half the time, just can’t help but analyze
Why I want what I resist, tryin’ to fill an empty pit
And I know it sounds absurd, but I do believe these words
I can feel the hand of God and he’s giving me the bird

And I been fighting the urge to run
Pack my bags and follow the setting sun 
Go back out to the west coast to escape my brother’s ghost
But you can’t outrun what is in your mind

I been fighting the urge to cry
Holdin’ back the tears for most of my life
Hell, I bottled up a flood so watch out because
The damn is gonna bust before I die

And it feels like half the time, just can’t help but analyze
Why I want what I resist, tryin’ to fill an empty pit
And I know it sounds absurd, but I do believe these words
I can feel the hand of God and he’s giving me the bird

Bent Life

Aesop Rock

Labor Days

2001

I don't have the answers, or at least the ones you want to hear
City lights look like bright groups of fire flies
Many see the truth (the proof) only when the liar dies
Tires screech to a halt, the ground cries
Spit sparks speak to the streets
The skid marks are replies
Read discussions of what we rode through entrenched in the vocals]
The hopeless stay hopeful (the toxic fumes choke you)
As I walk out my door, step into the pollution
(I breathe in the problems) exhale solutions
Physically the situation's hard to stop
I had a wicked jump shot and sold crack rock on back blocks
Casualties in this apocalypse (street chronicle)
Abnormal abdominals (push-ups phenomenal)
Relaxin drinking my 6-pack maxing
Faxing my thoughts on the satellite, via Donahue (push it)
Table talk, salt and pepper conversation
Integrated sectors, metropolis and mecca
It's a conspiracy (you know), I can't lie dukes
Sometimes I feel the rats got a better deal than I do

[Chorus (Aesop Rock):]
It goes thieves, bandits, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumple of my drum
Steadily searching for something new under the sun
But its stagnant, act of development first of madness

Thieves, bandits, low lives, scum
Punks that buckle under the rumple of my drum
 
Steadily searching for something new under the sun
But its hurtin, act of development first diversion

[C-Rayz Walz]
A new universe in ancient, so I stay patient
In a gravel pit, travelin thoughts and ravelin, pacing
Embracing light of America, and found a shade of darkness (underground)
The train car used to be my apartment
Sick of people rushin in the doors before I get out
Conductors closing the doors before I get in, I shout
'The Biz is Coming, The Biz is Coming!'?

Max B:
(And dem livin' in a danger zone) Max Biggavel' (in the battlefield)
Fench Montana Coke Wave
Let's sing to the people, yeah

Chorus
Max B:
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"
Throw ya hands up if yuh luv music
Lemme hear ya say "Whoo-woo-woo-ooooh"

Verse 1
Max B:
It's the Surfer Don, the Tre pound squirt and jerk the arm
And I don't care what shirt ya on
I could give a fuck what you did in '95 when you was biddin' in the can
When coke was 26 a gram
Now it's 12 years later, 42 dollars a pop
I keep the gear and pump cocked
Feed you 1 shot if you hungry, satisfy ya appetite
Heard ya baby-moms is a hermaphrodite, braggin' rights
Earned 'em, cuz I put ya whole team down with one clip
You sunk my fuckin' battleship, gravel pit
Left arm, chunky monkey, and it sparkle off the glare
He's havin' a fabulous year
Only dropped one compilation in '07, I played in the bing
He had no faith in his team
Couldn't get him fresh even if ya went to Neim & Mar
Keep the heater palmed, these niggaz be needin' a bar
Owww

Chorus

Verse 2
French Montana:
You lame niggaz flop, keep playin' with the gwop
Catch you laying in a drop, your tomato gettin' popped
You be rollin', strollin', ride with them shottas
Watch us, bitch nigga no one can stop us
You was pumping gas, they was on ya ass
Tried to run but the whip crashed
Tough guys get duct-taped and butt-raped
And then wine like crushed grape
Homie in the battlefield, danger zone, get 'em killed, get 'em gone
You'll get the mail wit' ya head on the camera phone
Fuck nigga, kiss my rass, bitch boy
I switch toys and hit the gas, homie I'm a rude boy
Two toys, stash box, raasclaat
All white 6-5-0 with the ragtop

Chorus

Fly as a butterfly
Run as a cheetah
Jump as a monkey
Swim as a shark
They're racing through the storm, tearing up the dark
Burning through the night like a shooting spark
She's got her hands on the wheel, heart in the race
He's the winding road, the thrill she can't replace
She shifts her high gear, chasing dreams on the track
But every turn she takes, he's pulling her back
He's the red light flashing, the caution in her way
The roaring engine of her night and her day
They're speeding through the chaos, the fire, the flame
But love's no straight highway; it's a reckless game
Fly as a butterfly
Run as a cheetah
Jump as a monkey
Swim as a shark
They're racing through the storm, tearing up the dark
Burning through the night like a shooting spark
He's the pit stop when she's running out of gas
But his words are like gravel, making her tyres crash
Her heart's a machine, built to endure the heat
But the road to love feels like a dead-end street
She's the speedometer climbing, defying the rules
He's the sharp corner waiting, the dangerous fuel
Together they're a wreck, a beauty in the dust
Two renegades chasing dreams they can't trust
Fly as a butterfly
Run as a cheetah,
Jump as a monkey
Swim as a shark
They're racing through the storm, tearing up the dark
Burning through the night like a shooting spark
The finish line's a mirage, always out of reach
But she'd rather burn the tyres than admit defeat
With every crash and repair, they push the pedal down
Two hearts on fire, spinning round and round
Fly as a butterfly
Run as a cheetah
Jump as a monkey
Swim as a shark
They're racing through the storm, tearing up the dark
Burning through the night like a shooting spark
Love's a racetrack, dangerous and divine
Two drivers on a journey without a finish line
Fly, run, jump, swim — they won't back away
Chasing each other till the break of day

I'm your highness, your highest title
Numero uno
Putas, they clone Shiro like Naruto
Your man super, grand groover on that Sambuca
Mass mover, automatic rap Ruger
Clap back, I bleed for my brother you know
The wolves stay fed cause they
Feed on each other i got a G for a mother
Cynthia's son
Take the game like three at the buzzer
Harder than the prison wall
Hitting y'all all
Up in critical condition it's official
When my clique involved
Listen y'all, Sir I certified
Anything other than the facts are falsified
They idolize I, well i know wise guys
Leave em eyes wide
Inside the gravel pit, spitting cyanide
Darts flash, hot enough to warp glass
When the shark pass, piranhas park

I'm kinda swole
Cause everything I want I got made
I never feared
Got everything from choppers to blades
They gave me rags and all of
Them they knew I want haze
When I was spliffing that night
Me and the with K's
Some kids across town thought I was amazed
Knew I was fronting, I had the army in range
It's most of us popping pains
Selling drugs in the rain trynna make money
Maintain and build me a train
Deal with facts only, no slang
That's only for dames
We will run up in the building
Tags and niggas with chains
Rocking range, lock and aim
Take your sneakers and chain
Leave em snubbed, outta luck
You shoulda bought you your flames
But you didn't
This could happen to a king or a queen
Be on point next time and
Don't be bringing no lames
Cause if you fuck up the next
Time it might make you famous
Might bump into a gunman who
Only want brains and shit

I'm talented, yes I'm gifted
Never boosted, never shoplifted
I get the cash, see money over tricks and
But keep a snow bunny in the kitchen
The hood still love cause I'm different
See that's the difference
I talk greasy, my hands greasy
That's the chicken it's that easy
My flow phat cause I'm that greedy
You got to feed me in stacks
What up to Crakk Peedi
State property, racially profiled
State trooper stopping me, I'm low down
Dirty it's a shame, I should slow down
Kick off my shoes, put my coat down
Separate the oil from the coke now
Pennies I got plenty and I still want more
Kinda like a Beamer '35 I still want four
85% still don't know
That is a hundred percent and y'all
Rappers tryna steal my flow

I got a name from everything from con to Sway
I got my row stitched up by a Colombian name
I got a crack spot, a G5 I never flown
I got a shark, a dog with a solid gold bone
I even copped me a piece of
Mind up in the Buddhist mountains
I don't sweat money, I got ten accountants
With fly bitches butt naked in Bermuda
And buddha, ice cooler
Grey Goose and big Ruger the fact is
I pose for low in Gazelle glasses
The booth Ted Dibiase just tripled the carats
And you can tell by the style I choose
I'm creatively superior
I rhyme over the blues
Never lose, never lost
Neck chills in the frost
I got a whole clan and Tonetana's the boss
I get paid when my record is played
To put it short: I got it made

Kolin', you're not even supposed to be here
I got a blown gasket, Ion rap nun but Heat
I Dominate juh like im LeBron, and Wade in 2013
I'm a NPC with a conscious, No Can nobody play me
They try so hard to play me, they make me laugh like Michael
He He
Niggas be acting gay, so I put the stick inside they wee wee
Nah don't run, Huh Where you going?
Nah don't run, Nah don't run, Nah don't run
Ayy, Yeah, you better skedaddle
Scatter you everywhere like gravel
I am a soldier, I'm a rebble
Nigga, talk shit, get hit with a Shovel
I am a pit, rubble on the double
Yo bih gave me head, told her gracias
Guess what?

Ayo, we in the spot, got the hoodie on the melon
Bouta rearrange up the recipe that's in the melting pot
Long body, feelin' like I'm 6'10" dirty like
Manure through that pigs pen my chicken still fat
Count it up, back around bringin' madness to the gravel pit
Pickin' up the slack, I'm in the corner doing jump jacks
Sick fuck, poison in my stomach acid
Still moving swiftly like rodents in the inner city
Rummage thru the street tryna cease hunger
Classic records in the corner, yo I keep hundreds
Music shit, we run it nigga I'm a beast
Coming back with the recipe for awesome
Jeremiah flame it up, nigga straight arson
Get off 'em, talkin' business up in Satan's office
Sittin' at a table for hours, Nigga my posse dope like
Powder through the nasel it's the fatal type
I take the title tell 'em pray to God, that he save ya lives
Cage the gorillas and you asking for trouble
Cause we hungry so we sabotage the function
Ceasar still banging on his chest with the drumsticks
Back with the punch list, the nappy niggas run shit
Cage the gorillas and you asking for trouble
Cause we hungry so we sabotage the function
Ceasar still banging on his chest with the drumsticks
Back with the punch list, the nappy niggas run shit
I got ample victims, start to round 'em up
Sittin' by the safe countin' thousands taking hours
Compare us to the masses stylistically we talking louder
Ima' walk around drinking Mickey's like homeboy on the corner would
Hell raisin' not a secret, yea we bouta feast
These niggas hearts gon start to beat
Start praying, call a priest, niggas keep it raw
Leave that dog shit for the garbage
Creepin' up, get your defense up
I don't never sleep thru nothing, the mad phase
These your last days, 'cause Ima' leave a mess like the black plague
Laugh at niggas, collecting records like it's action figures
Yea my tax bracket different, pacifistic niggas hit the bricks
Big like Griffin, dim the flow like the lights tripping
Nasty with a mic, not classy, grab the mop, left a mess
Cleaned the scene up, the big boy in the schoolyard
Bench pressing, back with this paper plus I'm stacking still saving up
Cage the gorillas and you asking for trouble
Cause we hungry so we sabotage the function
Ceasar still banging on his chest with the drumsticks
Back with the punch list, the nappy niggas run shit
Cage the gorillas and you asking for trouble
Cause we hungry so we sabotage the function
Ceasar still banging on his chest with the drumsticks
Back with the punch list, the nappy niggas run shit

Hello
You called me collect on the waste line
There ain't no reason now to waste time
And I've been thinking for a long while about all of this
Charade
You hold me in place while you run wild
And then you scold me like I'm still a child
And I've been thinking for a long while about all of this
Did you ever catch me lyin' catch me out of place
Or find out I been saying stuff to someone else's face
I think I've painted myself pretty clear in all the colors I adore
I find it hard to be ignored and frankly, I'm abhorred
Push your high horse off a cliff and reflect while you fall
I'm nothing like you say I am and you're nothing at all
I'm making castles from your gravel pit I'm cooling in your shade
I'm baking fries with all your salt and drinking lemonade
You view me as a monster, can you tell me who is worse
The kid stabbing backs or the driver of the hearse
I hear the rapture as it calls, hear the bells as they toll
I see your faces in the hole and shovel the dirt below

I hear your muttering
What's that you uttering
You straight disgust me kid

Call my name and i'll be there 
Represent with the sticks flag
Intellect got chickens wet
Panties like a dish rags
Bang on a tix track
Imagery mish mash
Sick raps scare like skitz swinging his pickaxe
Grammars armoured
Spitting flames in a clava
Leak lava like sonnyjim and watch the weak scarper
Father a grand flow
Brand with my logo
Prick slap pernacne some bloke stole your mojo
Told foks the score
Sticks rose from a dark age
Darts made in england 
Pepper a page till my arm hurt
For fucks sake, rah
Like bust a nut on a sluts face
Don't like what you're saying i'll confront you with duct tape


So shut up 
Son you better shut
Closing down these weak pricks
Suggest you shut the fuck up

Bruk up your style
Take a run up ad kick scripts
Put my back into tracks
cnd leave with a slipped disc










If you ain't down with the sticks what you calling my name for
Snakes spit subliminal 
Shit in your stain drawers
Brain force the matter
Rain pours with the grammar
Cats and dogs outside
Im huddled im splatta
House douse the track
I burn it im gone again
Weak getting wounded like I do cause villa lost again
Same shit
aim script
Blam another banger
This is day of the jackal trying to tackle my anger
Banters baffling
I'll Drag you through a gravel pit
Savage beat with sharp scripts
Written off when I damage it
Travel to stonehill
Roll with smokey winders
Broken lingo 
Smash tracks when we blitz flows





The inky fingered scribbler
Bigga riddle a mint script
It's the same cat from what the rahz
Pushing the bin kid
The dust man
Trust man
I take out the rubbish
bust slag 
Rough jams
Lyrical coverage
Gems drop
I crack a track up like ten shott
Find Phil blunted trying muck
through a dense crop
Pens pop poetry
Sowing seeds openly




Flowing sprees daily if you smell droh you know it me
Yes indeed
I'm adding flavour to the recipe
Reign of the sticks march and army through these dead streets
Soak up surroundings
Spit what i see
Drift away in deep thought spanning the seas



So shut up 
Son you better shut
Closing down these weak pricks
Suggest you shut the fuck up

Bruk up your style
Take a run up ad kick scripts
Put my back into tracks
cnd leave with a slipped disc

Let us be the change we know
Yeah

I went S.P.I ritual Samoan P.I rhythmical 
Ridiculed since sixteen tarnished individual
Intimacy critical love and hip hop pivotal 
Pitiful Peter Parkers webbed me deep inside that pit bull 
Raging on that beat is a nocturnal sheep 
Sheepishly defeated and vegans they throttled me
Pharisees Sadducees manufactured faculties 
Forward-thinking backward-minded Benjamin-Button breed
Undone when you're young
Unsung when you run
I went S.P.I ritual and finally saw the son
Heroes became fables metaphors are stable
Cos Jesus You're the Rock and you others are Clark Gables
Gone with the wind 
Wind chiming on sin
Seventy times seven my brothers we're forgiven
We don't fly
We persist
We don't run
We resist
Heaven met earth
We go Victory exists

We're coming back moving slowly
To a place we can roam
Let us go there
Let us be the change required yeah
Thinking back moving forward
To a place we can sow
Can we go there?

Black is on my conscience
I’m just being honest
Jumping to conclusions while you strapping up your harness
Those demons with the badges they reaping leave you heartless
Wolves around a carcass
Filling me with darkness
Surrounded all sides like the middle of mosh pit
Waking up to news it’s enough to make me vomit
Not even a convict thinking I’m the culprit
The shit in here stinks like some sweaty ass armpits
Crops you came to harvest
Sickle off his life another widow in the process
Family enraged those ain’t tears that you can contest
Can’t even protest
Took all these lives I would’ve thought that ya was obsessed
Possessed pigs and it’s getting hard to digest
Assess my state of mind the bodies getting countless
Upset a feeling that I ain’t afraid to profess
Take off that badge and I can show you who is dauntless
My heart is
Crying while my soul it grieves the righteous
Carrying the load as instructed by the pilot
Pontius kill another man incite the riot
How the hell I’m losing hope but barely even trying
We blacker than a berry our juice is not worth it
See another one get killed I feel helpless
Took from motherland this pain is unearthing
Digging out our closet the truth don’t need stretching
“I can’t breathe” that what we always screaming
Windpipe squeezing
Heart barely beating
But my blood’s pumping that survivors guilt haunting
Leaving during day I should make it back for morning
But we mourning
Cops still swarming
Hive mentality cus the wax is too important
I got love for my side don’t need that imported
We will never forfeit standing unfazed by the barrel of your fore-grip
The way it’s written out it’s a different scheme
Gotta read between the lines they don’t want you to dream
Won’t stop til everything is burned under they feet
Ash and gravel they sing
That’s the pain that I feel coursing through my genes
So I’m rough wit it
400 years man I know we had enough of it
Carrying the reins while they standing on the chariot
I won’t forget
Created problems that ya will regret
Thought serve protect
And you gotta earn it when you talk respect
Talking bout they changed but I really haven’t seen yet
Running up our time so our race hasn’t finished yet
Fire up those engines run in sneaks while you take the jet
Placed a couple puppets thinking that you fucked with the cause
Many batons
Handcuffs ripping my arms
Sound the alarm for people that put sirens on
Talkin bout they keep the peace but they be killin the calm
Poke the bear enough his paws gone have you singing a psalm
Decepticons
Flying through they dropping they bombs
We too raw when we rollin now you stick with the pawns
We only ever wanted freedom what the fuck going on

[1st verse Be RazZ]



I’m a diamond digger nigga

 Straight from the gravel pit, 

24 karat looking bigger looking mean

 On my pinky ring.

In the hood they call me chief 

Like the konuwa dem nar Tongo Field, 

NDMC Bobor now in Amsterdam we running the streets, 

Damn!

Rraahh see the vibe we're on to 
Close your eyes, look inside 
You're talking to that monster 
Still don't fit inside the box no time for no genre 
No stylist fuck the media cause I wear what I want to
Greatness all around me, drums bass guitars go hard never bar low like Gary 
I'm engaged with the fans but, we ain't getting married
Come to a Hacktivist show then you know the mosh pit is savage 

Born in the same city as punk and grime
When I combine them it's lightning and thunder time
Stay in your lane I run this line
In my zone stars planets and suns align 
Not a genre
It's a lifeform
Never will I conform

Taking shots then you better be accurate 
I'm shitting on critics aim for my pancreas 
Because the H ain't even established yet 
Thought that I was gonna slip and couldn't handle it 
But the way I come and spit I'm so passionate 
I manifest yea there's a knack to this 
For the last few years I been practicing 
This time next year I'll be smashing it 

Born in the same city as punk and grime
When I combine them it's lightning and thunder time
Stay in your lane I run this line
In my zone stars planets and suns align 
Not a genre
It's a lifeform
Never
Will I conform

Lurking in the shadows, big clouds of smoke lemon haze feeling paro
I'm bottom of the barrel, just come up off the gravel 
Lit up like a candle, ignite the man inside you for this life there is no manual 
Not everybody's gonna see things the same way that you do but everyday is brand-new 
Tight bars, screws loose, got a few views on YouTube but still room to improve so 
Lyrics that I spit like venom from a snake I could never be fake this recipes great 
So gang that I might get it tatted on my face, might give my nails black paint 
My ex-girl thinks that's strange I don't do if for the fame 
I do it cos I'm J, H to the U to the R to The mother fucking L E, don't ask me Y 
I come up on Grime

Grime taught me that I could spit rhymes and be heard with my dead flat whack British accent
Time taught me I don't even need nationality stereotype or a faction
Post futuristic steampunk freedom fighter I find it useless to dream of a life where I'm respected for my fashion
Yeah, I knot my hair, every day I kneel down in prayer, you might get bust with a chair
I do what it takes when it's time for action
I was born where punk was born, London born
But that's just a label I don't run around with it
It's the birth of these sounds that make me proud of it
Always this guy never wear a disguise and when I write these rhymes always try to be wise

Now I'm deep in the Metal right up to my eyes 
Can you hear the 8 strings coming from behind

My shades are dark black so you can't see my pupils 
Last night I smoked about a half ounce of pure diesel 
Had your girl teaching me a lesson like I was a fucking pupil 
Hacktivist came in the game and found a fucking loophole 
When I die bury me inside the fucking studio 
I ain't even gonna try to satisfy or prove to you 
I'm smashing up this game with a sock and a snooker ball 
Yea I'm taking a shot, what the fuck you think I do music for, cunt

Resurrect me like a vinyl 
I got the real sound that they can buy now 
Don't copy nobodies style 
Resurrect me like a vinyl 
I got the real sound that they can buy now 
Don't copy nobodies style 

I'm turning up murdered out like I'm heading for a funeral 
All scruffy like I've just left the urinal 
I'm from a place that's dark and greezy 
Where you always hear the sirens 
Hear me spitting on Metal riffs or hear me spitting on Grime tunes

Not a genre
It's a lifeform
Never
Will I conform
Not a genre
It's a lifeform
Never
Will I conform

You should get an Oscar acting like a bitch
You ain't hanging with the clique
And it bust, we ultimate
Got a temper tantrum with the fits
You is not a shooter if you miss
These niggas leeching, fleas and ticks
Bitch I'm not a blood donor
Run the heat and lick that marijuana
Follow me to live another summer
I need to get it all
Stevie Wonder if you blind
Plugging that new state of mind
Niggas buggin' in the flies
Beat 'em down when they arrive
In the inner city, think you gon' survive?

Papers rollin up, runnin outta luck, layin in the cut
Yeah, you got me right, yeah, you kinda special
Houses burnin up, crushin in my cup, know I'm tryna fuck
Never ever cared, think I'm kinda precious
Movin like a don, worried bout my dimes, I don't make a sound
Sniffin like a hound, did you get my message
Couple bags on me, couple grams on me
'Nother round on me, share em like a blessin
She in love with my bars
The way that she been geekin she been feelin me up
Goin straight for the heart
Know that this the end, but I pretend it's the start
Way too hot to handle, got me baggin
All the gravel that her mama can do
Got some angels on the sofa, if it's pipe then I deliver
Bloody nose and rollin eyes the only things that I consider, motherfucker
Okay, I'm in the take-your-bitch business, and it's boomin
Put you underneath cement, reduce your legacy to rumor
Fuck em all until I die, I know they tryna make it sooner
Tell my bitch that if I go, she's comin with me like the Coopers
Send some shots at LBP, we guarantee you'll need some sutures
All these rappin motherfuckers don't appreciate producers
Got me mixin all these vocals, gotta clean em, need a loofa
Always tell me they be fuckin with me, should've done it sooner, motherfucker
I might- gun em in front of a crowd, you know I been runnin em down
She wanna go for a round, I know that she know what I'm bout
Steppin into your vicinity, but I ain't makin a sound
You better receive an epiphany 'fore you end up on the ground
Way too hot to handle, but it's frigid
In these streets, leave em layin in shambles
It's on your head if you're trippin, from now on my price's risen
Better keep it to yourself unless you're comin with a warrant, motherfucker
Fuck your preconceptions, bitch I'm comin out the wreckage
Dogs sniffin in the bedroom, yeah I get the message
Ain't no recollection, every night is actin reckless
The shit you're livin for could desecrate what's on your necklace
Mob shit, you go demon on that glass pipe
Mosh pit, run that circuit like some plaid mice
Never reason with the man if he don't act right
Hit em till they bleedin, yeah, yeah, you don't act nice
Mixin elicit, ain't takin no visits, you're livin a sad life
You never believe what they tell you, the feelin is better than advice
Ruined your vision pursuin a business you know is a bad vice
You losin your family better be worth it for you, it's a sad price
Know you fiendin for a sip, take another hit
You believe in all this shit, you won't ever quit
Drown in sin as you're sealin off your fate
Watch you fall into the floor, there's no way you can be saved, yeah
Pushin faux trees like I'm runnin a scandal
Twenty-two shots made her harder to handle
Dust on her teeth, ain't nothin she can't do
Sixteen years, then we light up a candle
Hold a vigil for her
She wanna marry the grave, it ain't no difference to her
She said she makin the waves, and I won't listen to em
I love the sound of the pain, and I'm addicted to it, yeah I'm addicted to it
She made me listen to it
Amphetamines make her dance, but she won't ever know it
Tomorrow start with today, we're not conflicted to it
It always ends in a haze, and I'm addicted to it, yeah I'm addicted to it
Yesterday's past got you all messed up
Sunday's best got you all dressed up
Father hold us down when we all 'fess up
He won't bear forgiveness when you flauntin all ya business
Light a sabbath spliff on Christmas, front your sister she could witness
Hate is soaking through the mention of your insolent indifference
Said your family couldn't stand it but I love it when you're wicked
You're wicked, you're wicked

And I bit him back
Well talk about how it was 20 niggas
There and I didn't run nigga
I stood and scrapped
So if you wanna talk about something
Nigga lets talk about facts
Cause you don't run when you fight either
So I doubt you'll run when it's a shootout
Nah I'm being for real y'all
Cause we all letting the truth out
Cause he stood right there on the floor
When T-Bo knocked yo' fucking tooth out
What he think I'm a do if he try me?