(feat. Prodical)



[Intro: Frukwan]

Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yeah, yo, check it, check it, one-two

Gravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yo

We on ya ass, watch the happ's of the gun blast



[Chorus: Poetic]

False Things Must Perish [x4]



[Frukwan]

Yo, yo, yo

Judas, Xavier, Sampson, Goliath

Now and nowadays, Gatekeep', livin' Messiah

Porphecize, historically, the wise category

Superiority in the game, explain my story

Dopeful lavish, they're doin' that like a savage

Concentrate, basin' my inner faith and pushin' karats

Rappin' the average, speakin' on riches

Teachin' that all of mankind is actin' dumb, deaf and blind

Beatin' with stripes, worshippin' the glitter of lights

Callin' the Twilight Zone, 'pendin' on cellular phones

Batteries low, got no dough, what's facin' you?

Sportin' ya jewels, and twenty-seven niggas chasin' you

Ultimate blast, constantly repeatin' a path

In an attempt to represent, our class be exec.

To get higher, for what you desire

Yo nigga, yo' blood shall be required

Give it here..



[Chorus]



[Poetic]

Yo, yo, yo

Fix ya face, y'all know the tricks of the trade

Trade ya six for the eight, spit the case

Face fire and escape on tracks, raise the facts

I annihi-late the wack, I'm tired of these fakes on wax

We all wanna shine but we all don't seem to have the mind

To design schemes that align teams, just a crime scene of blind teens

In the rap kingdom, where cats keep

bling-a-ling-a-lingin'

And it's fine, I love it when the black man shines

Bringin' hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort coke

And carry battleaxes, players rock Cadillacs, hunched in their seat

Pumpin' the beat when stompin' the street, they come with the heat

Cuz flamboyant niggas get punched in the teeth

When they front in the beat, but who brings relief

For the average nine-to-five cat carry his grief?



[Chorus]



[Prodical]

Brook-nam, grace and charm, stay calm but chron's hit Lebanon

Black man but ortho' green Leprechaun from Lexington

Don't disrespect Sunn, I crack ya face with the gun

Smack ya taste outta ya dunn, look at ya fam on the run

Now y'all respect Sunn, shine all type direction

Right connection with the right perfections, recite a lesson

But my weapon reign automatic projection

Blow out ya reception, hose through ya reflection

Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection

Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends

Twenty-one-two, still gettin' money with the Wu

Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew

And I made moves, paid dues and slayed crews

Y'all niggas fakin' jacks on tracks, look out for the steel bat

I live it real black, ill with my format, my war tac's

Worth divine, alphabetically spilt



[Chorus]