Man Only Fears (feat Shogun)

Gravediggaz
Gatekeep', Grym Reap'
Gravediggaz
Gatekeep', Grym Reap'

Yo, a fresh alley is like Death Valley
Strangers are met foully like heads with a bounty
I invade your county, state, town or borough
Rap steelo thorough, home on a furlough
Dolo, solo, singular
Similar to none with the black polo outfit
I'll spit, you dumb, deaf, blind, can't rip a rhyme
MC's lines is empty, I'm unfriendly
The Art of War, horror core slaughter
More cats than a Chinese restaurant
My rhyme piece, it's the haunt
All you triflin' lean like the Eiffel MC's
I'm riflin' these lyrical bullets in the form of a bullet in your back
You're wack, fuck your clique, they just overreact
I ain't feelin' your track when I come fully stacked for combat
My break makes human beings shake
And Shakespeare's a European, fuckin' sewer semen
Apache renegade with hand grenades
Drop bombs, invade men through their hearing aids
Then fully extend the Gravedigga welcome to Hell, son
The Devil got you in a full nelson
Stride for stride, I carry my Gravedigga shield with pride
If left to the doctors, I'd have already died
But I'm back, darker than the pitch black night
With a track and a mic

Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears what he knows not

Let me dictate what I wrote in Paper Mate
Shogun, I use my words to assassinate
Murder's all I see here, so I say what I see
When you step in front of me, my thoughts is explosive energy
Call the bomb squad, I'm a threat to the cassette deck
Might spit a cartridge to rip through your cartilage
Danny "Dart" Smith, who the fuck you think masterminded this?
Brain storm, Red Dawn, war palm, let the guns show 'em
We can have a heated convo, I got an arsenal
I'm dressed to kill, swingin' swords where I rest at
It's blood for blood in the shootout, Clash of the Titans
Universal soldiers, wake the fuck up!

Black ambiance, I levitate in a motherfuckin' séance
I born a black young child with a crayon
I preyed on intellectuals in exceptional vernacular
Vintage cosmetic, vernacular calisthenics
Genetic contraband, study of the grafted man
Wisdom concurrent, run determined
Through events, sent into death, last chance, close the curtain
So inhale the vision of detail, realistic accuracy
Backed by the faculty, the God
I use the guns and Glocks to lock the monopoly
Armed the bomb, the hardest, released under my own recognizance
Gatekeep', what? You know how it motherfuckin' be
G-O-D, the path consists of numerous tricks
But niggas thoughts are restricted
Rather be cramped in little districts
Chart the element, a household name in every residence
I be the king sparkin', runnin' niggas like drill sergeants
Of course, no remorse, deterrent, fear radiates coherent
Rather bust your own, eliminate the appearance
Cover ups, but on the strength, my niggas double up
Here to engage, left in disarray
Torn, devastated from the fierce brigade

Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears what he knows not
Man only fears, man only fears

Niggas who know not, can't get, don't got
Niggas who know not, can't get, don't got