Arist: Gravediggaz f/ ShoGun Assason Album: Nightmare in A-Minor Song: Man Only Fears Typed by: ThaMasta@WuLyricz.Com [Poetic] Gravediggaz, Gatekeep' Grym Reap', Gravediggaz Gatekeep', Grym Reap' Yo A fresh alley, is like Death Valley Strangers are met fouly like heads with a bounty I Invade your county, state, town, or borough Rap steelo, thorough, home on the furlo Dolo, solo, singular, similar to none, with the black Polo Outfit, house bitch 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 restaraunt My rhyme peaks is the art on all you triflin' me, like the Eiffel MC's, I'm rightful in these lyrical bullets in the form of a bullet In your back, you're wack, fuck your click, they just over-react I ain't feelin' your track when I come fully stacked for combat I break mates, human bein's, shapes, and Shakespeare's of Europeans Fuckin' sewer semen, Apache renegades with hand grenades Drop bombs, invade men through their hearin' aids And 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 a pitch-black night With a track and a mic [Chorus x2: ShoGun Assason (Frukwan)] Man Only Fears what he knows he should not Man Only Fears what he knows he should not (Yo niggas that know not can't get, don't got) [ShoGun Assason] Let me dictate what I wrote, PaperMate ShoGun, I use my words to Assason-ate Murder is 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 cartalidge Danny Godsmith, who the fuck you think masterminded this? Brain-storm, Red Dawn, war pawn, let the gun show 'em We could happily leave the convo', I got an arsenal I'd Dress to Kill, Swingin' Swords Where I Rest At It's Blood for Blood in this Shoot Out Clash of the Titans, Universal Soldiers, Wake the fuck Up! [Frukwan] Black ambiance, I levitate in a motherfuckin' seance Upon a black young child with the crayon I prayed on intellectuals in exceptional venacular Vintage cosmetic venacular callisthetics Genetic contraband, study of the graphed tin man Wisdom concurrent, run determinded through event sentence of death Last chance, close the curtain, go inhale the vision of detail Realistic accuracy backed by the faculty The Gods, I use the guns and glocks to lock the monopoly Armed, the bomb, the harness, 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 crammed in little districts Chop the element, a household name in every residence I be the King sparkin', runnin' niggas like drill sergeants Of course no remorse, deterent fear radiates coherent Rather bust your own than eliminate the appearance Cover us but On the Strength my niggas double up Here to engage, left in disarray Torn, devestated, from the fierce brigade [Chorus x4] [ShoGun Assason] Man Only Fears, Many Only Fears [Frukwan] Niggas that know not can't get, don't got (x4)