Guard Ya Shit

Yeah, coming through the mist of the dust
Of a hundred thousand wild stallions
On a dirt road
Another episode of the Gravediggaz saga
Yo
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 my will to kill you savage MC's
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 you lack soul
Gravity chokes your black mole 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 the rally
Self paralyzed by the thought
Of being analyzed then 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 Grimm brings Fahrenheit and blinding light
You are not my competition, you're non-living
Traitorous pig, I'll have you submitting
Yo, you're feeble and you play black God, you're trying
I'm a needle in a haystack, hard to find
I'm evil when you slay black God for crime
I'm lethal and I stay strapped, harvest the rhyme
You're feeble and you play black God, you're trying
I'm a needle in a haystack, hard to find
I'm evil when you slay black God for crime
I'm lethal and I stay strapped, harvest the rhyme