[Chorus: Frukwan {*singing*] The battle, the war, lay your whites, slick And I won't blast clips That'll end your ass quick
[Beretta 9] Yo, yo What y'all know about the war? About the corps? Active duty, bit missle buoy Sink your battleship, +Fuck You, Sue Me+ This be from the heart, sincerly yours, truly B9, behind, your blinds Behind your door, you want war? Don't think so, you know my M-O Beretta 9, black Rambo Big guns, extra ammo Plus, heavy artillery, D-stream me and military Killarmy A-rabs, out for your commisary So nigga Run it and catch a hot one in your stomach Bitch! Bitch!
[4th Disciple] What y'all know about the war? (about the war) Yo, when I was young I strongly seeked for the knowledge I never went to college but acknowledged The fact that knowledge is first, through the academy of the universe Taking everything for what it's worth Remember that +Night the Earth Cried+ for the Gods to come through To make unknown things that seem impossible possible Mastering all obstacles, and all courses Striving to absorb the Earth's forces
[Poetic] Yo we never wack, clever rap, stay forever black I'm a lyrical Pteradac', severin' backs Bad luck for sorry MC's to get a match Bad luck, I strike you like you just broke a mirror Black, here's the fact, I manufacture the jams that fracture your program Shatter grain matter with the soul of a slow jam It's the GrandMaster, Eloheim, flaming guillotine Still scheme, with the, skill of a marine To the extreme, flow like a jet stream Also collect CREAM at shows, the veteran P-R-O Better than most you know, sharp as an arrow Sing like a sparrow, Grym Reap's the motto +Killing You Softly+ with Islam right knowledge For hollow-head pieces that worship dead Jesus And still don't keep His commandments I Leave souls abandoned with pieces of a dream I'm so unique when I peak on the scene Chk-chk-chk-chk, Gravedigga at it again 2000, running through your project housing What!?!
[Break: Frukwan] Yo, check it, check it Gotta peep at this shit It's called key rap
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[Frukwan {*singing*] If you doubt the strength Competition, every blow high tense steel That you can't touch, taste, feel The lord of the world, capable at will Take control of all your mils When I blast my solar winds Nomads in the land Mercenaries that are tactically prepared Gravediggaz show no fear Ghetto warriors in a jungle, where if one don't find the hedge and to no one there's the trend Back-breaker of men Mighty morphins, no begining, no end Can you place my origin? But now in our days, finding new ways to destroy ya in one day Not afraid to dig graves In the mind of my own, graveyard is my home And Hell is where I dwell Gravediggaz will prevail