What’s Goin’ On Gravediggaz (Ft. 9th Prince & Blue Raspberry)

[Intro: RZA (Blue Raspberry)]
Yo hold up stop stop
What's goin on, what's goin on
Yo what's goin on, what's goin on I'm just holdin on
(What's goin on what's goin on)
What's goin on, what's goin on
(What's goin on what's goin on)
What's goin on I'm just holdin on
(What's goin on I'm just holdin on)
What's goin on, what's goin on
(What's goin on what's goin on)
What's goin on I'm just holdin on
(What's goin on I'm just holdin on)

[Verse 1: RZA]
Yo, if you could soar the sky like a bird
Would you be disturbed to see brothers on the curb smoking herb
And cops from the third precinct rush in like a herd
Charge a delinquent with possession
Greet him then arrest him, strip search him then undress him
Make the youngster come in and sign a confession
Or would you watch the cop in the chopper with the high powered binocular cameras
Attached the bottom of his aircraft Takin photographs of your lab
Pointin a 50 millimetre 500 shot magazine full clip gat at your back
Hovering the projects, spotlight shining bright on moving targets
Infrared light at night on dark objects
Harassing citizens who hasn't been charged yet
Would you order a flock of pelicans to jam their propellers
On top secret pauper death system failure
Take these devils off, eyewitness Tom Brokaw
Mentally fry his brain and blow the smoke off
Killa Bee, presidential suite, Bill and Hillary
Bow and kiss my feet, auxillary security retreat
Heavy artillary sun heat
Meet the agony defeats the cavalry
Six-pack battery back, anti-gravity raps
Snaps your head inside the bear trap You can't adapt to the habitat
The bigger jigsaw puzzle be the world map
Niggas think that they own things and man sit high upon thrones
When you die tell me what the fuck you own
When your skin flesh and bones find a permanent home
As food for worms or fossils trapped in stone