Grave Diggas (feat. Str8jakkett)

[Verse, Str8jakkett]

I command the floor like Conan and Thor

Scorpion king sting like the Portuguese man of war

I feel the purpose is priceless so expect it to hurt you

I’ll silver surfer ya cyphers and lame secular circles

So when I pick up this hammer and start givin dap to this pen

And smack the ass on these bullets that’s when the action begins

Cause i'm sick of this suffering and your hypocritical brothering

Them dots will circle yo face as if yo videos bufferin

You got a mop, you flow bout as heavy as toxic shock

Stop actin like there not a drop on yo cotton crotch

Spit at the critics with the laws of physics and block virtues

Vagina finders will leave you riddled with crop circles

Dream assassins I’m prepared to dance with gorillas

And answer them killas compare my style to Anderson Silva’s

I’m coast to coastin straight off loco motion

Midwest river monster seekin the open ocean

[Verse, Tom Jeefs]

Step back motherfuckers cause I’m back in town

With a pound, I lyrically murder the new sound

What? I’m an A-Hole, at least they say so

They wanna lay low and don’t work at all for their payroll

Faggots wanna come up as rappers so they sum up

They want a 360 deal some bitches and a big truck

So what? One reason why I wouldn’t say that in your position

Because you faggots still suck at spittin

I’m droppin bars like a bomber rubbernecks are droppin jaws

You’re writing pseudo-gangsta shit on trees screamin “fuck the law”

An average of 16 bars per day is whack, what you want man

I murked you, you still coming back

Don’t get mad cuz your chick rather roll with a trendsetter

I had her wet but I didn’t have sex with her

-Asskisser, I’m a free agent I keep the duty low

Hating on the net but sending tracks to my studio

Gotcha – you’re the definition of what boring is

I spit verses triple as long - no choruses

On the corners freestyling amongst the coroners

I was born into hiphop - so no foreigners

From the Origin I’ve raised, and I shall reign

A Natural Born King equipped to run the game

With a name to shatter enemies in their brain function

To dysfunction and dismember every main conjunction

I’m barbaric; my brain works simultaneously - right left

Managed to see the silhouette of Rap in HiDef

Obvious - Rap politics from the communist

Let there be dope shit for all, we’re rhyming it

The apocalypse-escape space ship, I’m designing it

Fuck how much money you hold ´cause I’m flying it

Oldschool like computer blue, bringing the coolest moves

Of truest blues, the hiphop Zeus, and who are you?

[Verse, St8jakket]

I’m a stand up dude, that’s how you define Stuart

Yo pedigree leanin like somethin purple with a lime to it

Feel like I should have a tattoo of a circle with a line through it

Push my button and I’m liable to say somethin hurtful the rhymes fluid

So take it or leave it believe it I live it I breathe it I eat it I digest it spit you see it

Before i let these demons plant the seeds of deceit

I’ll have ‘em leavin they seat, Satan can read it and weep

Write rhymes in my sleep, my life line is the beat, pipe line is the street

I might blind ya wit heat

It’s the right time to release so when I turn that switch on

And tell the pilot to hit the gas and that furnace kick on

Four quarters will scorch ya it’s alphabetical slaughter

My post disorder will bring you the same torcher as orcha

Close to defeat, ya take over was brief

Slaughterhouse hospitality stays open for beef