Guard Ya Shrine Gravediggaz

[Intro: The Grym Reaper]
Yeah, comin' through the mist of the dust
Of a hundred thousand wild stallions
On a dirt road
Another episode of the Gravedigga saga
Yo

[Verse: The Grym Reaper]
You came to assassinate me
I got degrees that evaporate seas
I got thoughts that decapitate enemies
While your thoughts couldn't fascinate fleas
See I manipulate keys in a vocal joint
That alter your focal point, fucking snake
I anoint by will to kill you savage MCs
Then watch your cabbages bleed
You're weak and you're wicked
Diseased with a sickness, that turn Gods into swine
My mind detects blind ambition
A fine musician slash crooked politician
Trapped in a black hole cause ya lack soul
Gravity chokes ya black bow like a lasso
Your condition is a walking dead man
Wake the fuck up or get your head banged
I'm the soldier with the bloody red hands
These ghetto alleys become dead valleys
Snakes too shook to show up at your rally
Some paralyzed by the thought
Of bein' analyzed and caught up in lies and falsehood
It ain't all good in New York if you don't walk the walk
I dare fucking parasites to grab a mic
The Grym brings Fahrenheit and blinding light
You are not my competition you non-living treacherous pig
I'll have you submit