Barking Up The Wrong Tree

歌詞

Ahh, Gatekeeper Grym Reaper Peace to the Gods Yo (east) Look before you start to speak You're barkin up the wrong tree dog I Rest in the East Yo, runnin diligently, militantly Lyrically a million degrees, niggas deadly Lyrical work, dabble and dirt, gotta chase skirts Offset the balance of the Earth Niggas get crushed, rip it in half Paragraphs, exodus, triplin my ripplin effect Buildin collapse, maybe perhaps, strategically A tactic, easily to over dap Parallel verse, obvious verse, niggas disperse Punish to hurt, fully torched New York Terror dome, you're scared of my zone Gravediggaz mothafucka, we're niggas, wear blood like cologne Darker the tone, they're livin legit, clavicle wind Lateral sin, step on the line, let's begin Noteriaty but this society don't inspire me Settin fires to mothafuckas higher than me Critical ritual, hit you with the mythodic Hypnotic, chronic, a gas state to a solid You can't allow the above, reachin my broth' Chokin your ass, without my mothafuckin gloves, nigga Yo, we used to knock them cats that floss a lot When you talk a lot, then it could cost your knot After the club get snubbed in parkin lots Or your head will get thrown like cosmonauts Rich forced out, we forced the glock And enforced the block, you can eat chalk or rot My heat is deep, and dark and hot Dedicated to my niggas who spark a lot It be the Grym Reaper, the king speaker Reach deep in your thoughts with equal the force of a tornado I go to war, lay low, write scripts like Plato Back to the war, call NATO for the new treaty Rap diety against the F.C.C. Observatory tower, can't see me The sharp shooter, who pierce darts through ya Bring it right to ya head like shh, booya Tony T.I. is anti-derogative The chief operative, ready to flog a kid Who doesn't acknowledge his, melanin background WWF here comes the Smackdown I blast recklessly, terrorize the unseen Impact, structural collapse Hard consume, grow industrial Coloured testicles, a festival I kill you slow, nigga, yo The deadliest Torture, the author enforcer Slaughter a double crosser East New Yorker's block (Oh yo yo yo) {*smacking sounds*} Welcome to The Rock If you fail the plan then plan the fail To my mans in jail, I hand your bail These fiends they still demand the sale These Devils still command retail The rebel in Grym provide the spark To light the day and divide the dark The ArchAngelic guides the thought The Earth is held 'til we slide off