[Intro: Poetic] No more dead end streets Gravediggaz, dark angels Appearin out the fog Reappearin every millenium Frukwan, the Gate Keep, sun star Hit it up, ya [Chorus: Frukwan] How many's willin, ready for the war Permit the killin, what if it's ya own That's the villain, what do you do? Do you kill 'em? [Frukwan] Created from a cumulus, cause that are numerous Dangerous combattin, when I kill, it's no accident Punch hole thru your abdomen, pluck your vein instrument Prevent, my thought waves travel infinite Periodically I generate, natural intake 7 and a half ounce brain, 5% body weight Repititious, the bishop, he only enter the vicious Sleepin wit yo misses, tappin that ass vicious Squeeze time, a pressure ya muthafuckas couldn't measure The dead body severed, fingers are dismembered Hair foliculs, point of rap, wrapped in iodine Wrapped in a heat, body found upon the ground of Egypt Jamaica, that on to make a Earth shaker Natural disaster, hemipheric master Master crater size hole, niggas that wanna fold Blow, transport threatin ya fuckin life support Petrolium niggas up on the Potium Figure, how many niggas run wit Gravediggaz, nigga! [Break: Poetic] Yo, next up Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony titanium [Poetic] Criminal record, never had one, never made none Never grab guns and blaze them just for fun I'm military trained, not considered very fiend Not to kill up every frame within the skill of my brain When I peep certain cats on the block, I know they plot How to get what I got, cuz we travel alot Doin hip hop in spots that get hot They figure we get knots, a few bad apples'll lick shots And shit stops, the Most High Deprive human life out of his gift shop Thirty four years up on the brick top Tryin to survive, it's as wild as elephant's stampede To see, fans leave as someone in the audience, clans bleed They can't breath, after the next man squeeze And this girl is like "Please" Someone, get a parademic, the ghetto drama's pathetic More black armor shredded, I need peace Peace of mind, peace and quiet, piece of the pie Piece of the action, to acquire A nice piece of real estate when I need escape A pen and a piece of paper, to plot my next caper Up in the safe havin, smokin peace pipes As peeps try the peace treaty And we be usin the Sun as a time piece Dime pieces in two piece bikinis That give me a piece of ass, whenever they see me What the dealy? Behind the whole plot As I carry a piece to protect my flock Can't throw rocks while enemies toke glocks The human and the low brain lock, and we go into shock [Chorus x3] [Nas: scratched up] "My mic check is life or death" [x6] [Nas] "My mic check is life or death, breathin the sniper's breath"