Gravediggaz

Songwriter: RZA Poetic Frukwan

Producer: Prince Paul

[Verse 1: Frukwan]
Back in the ghetto it rained for forty days
A-alike slain but I can't show no pain
My headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket
Painkillers can't touch it
Yo, what my little brothers gone
Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart
We shared the good and the bad times
When Moms broke out to the store, it was half time
Remember she came back yo and we got beatings with the Hot Wheels track
I felt the hurt from your own predicament
Lost your scholarship, can't play pro ball with torn ligaments
Career suddenly ended, your goal is offended
Suicide death tips recomended to try, black
But you and I verse, as we bless the earth
So let us pour the wine preventing suicide

[Verse 2: Poetic]
Nicole's torn away from home at age 12
In search of herself she found an angel of hell
Who deceived her like Eve
And convinced her to leave
Her family
You can see she was very naive
The fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts
In a cult with no culture
Soon she was forced
Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans
To please her saviour Jim Jones
Her pop's was an ex-marine
Him and his team
Got M-16's so they could blow up the scene
"No tambourine-beating Deacon, is freaking my seed, every weekend, as long
As I'm breathing"
They parachuted in, Started shooting men, Recruited by Jim
Grabbed Nicole and threw her in
To the trunk, She was that close to drinking the punch
And realized, False prophets lead to suicide

[Verse 3: RZA]
I was born in a bed of thorns, surrounded by men with horns
Wicked forms, but still I was happy to be born
I grew up in a house of ten, of mouse of men, rats and roaches lacking oxygen
Every night I dreamed I saw ghosts
Babies crying, favourite uncles dying, Mom's crying, Pops lying
Mom's going across his head with a frying pan
Me and my man made plans to rule the land and raise a fam
Now my man stands six feet deep in a box, covered with sand
Tears are dropping, (niggas) droppin or
Coppin out the 2-to-5s, smoking dust, do or die, suicide
About to face a bid, cos I tried to waste this kid
Ready to embrace the biscuit to my face, pull it back
Erase it kid, pull the trigger
But I figure, that I got a little RZA
Can't let him get trapped by the evil wizards
Wicked men apply genocide, homicide, for you and I to try
(you) won't figure this out till you die
It's a suicide

Gravediggaz is an American hip hop group from New York City, well known for its dark sense of humor and abrasive, menacing soundscapes. The group was formed in 1994 and was effectively a supergroup, bringing together Prince Paul (The Undertaker), Frukwan (The Gatekeeper), Poetic (The Grym Reaper) and RZA (The RZArector). Its inception was largely due to the efforts of Prince Paul. The group is widely credited as being one of the most influential and pioneering groups in the small hip-hop subgenre of horrorcore

According to Frukwan, the group’s name means “digging graves of the mentally dead, and it stood for resurrecting the mentally dead from their state of unawareness and ignorance."Gravediggaz is widely known as a pioneer in the genre of horrorcore, focusing primarily on issues presented as macabre black humor (such as suicide, death, killing, psychopathy, hell, etc..), as a way of presenting social criticism towards the music industry.

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