(feat. 4th Disciple, Beretta 9)



[Chorus: Frukwan][singing]

The battle, the war, lay your whites, slick

And I won't blast clips

That'll end your ass quick



[Beretta 9]

Yo, yo

What y'all know about the war? About the corps?

Active duty, bit missle buoy

Sink your battleship, +Fuck You, Sue Me+

This be from the heart, sincerly yours, truly

B9, behind, your blinds

Behind your door, you want war?

Don't think so, you know my M-O

Beretta 9, black Rambo

Big guns, extra ammo

Plus, heavy artillery, D-stream me and military

Killarmy A-rabs, out for your commisary

So nigga Run it and catch a hot one in your stomach

Bitch! Bitch!



[4th Disciple]

What y'all know about the war? (about the war)

Yo, when I was young I strongly seeked for the knowledge

I never went to college but acknowledged

The fact that knowledge is first, through the academy of the universe

Taking everything for what it's worth

Remember that +Night the Earth Cried+ for the Gods to come through

To make unknown things that seem impossible possible

Mastering all obstacles, and all courses

Striving to absorb the Earth's forces



[Poetic]

Yo we never wack, clever rap, stay forever black

I'm a lyrical Pteradac', severin' backs

Bad luck for sorry MC's to get a match

Bad luck, I strike you like you just broke a mirror

Black, here's the fact, I manufacture the jams that fracture your program

Shatter grain matter with the soul of a slow jam

It's the GrandMaster, Eloheim, flaming guillotine

Still scheme, with the, skill of a marine

To the extreme, flow like a jet stream

Also collect CREAM at shows, the veteran P-R-O

Better than most you know, sharp as an arrow

Sing like a sparrow, Grym Reap's the motto

+Killing You Softly+ with Islam right knowledge

For hollow-head pieces that worship dead Jesus

And still don't keep His commandments

I Leave souls abandoned with pieces of a dream

I'm so unique when I peak on the scene

Chk-chk-chk-chk, Gravedigga at it again

2000, running through your project housing

What!?!



[Break: Frukwan]

Yo, check it, check it

Gotta peep at this shit

It's called key rap



[Chorus]



[Frukwan: singing]

If you doubt the strength

Competition, every blow high tense steel

That you can't touch, taste, feel

The lord of the world, capable at will

Take control of all your mils

When I blast my solar winds

Nomads in the land

Mercenaries that are tactically prepared

Gravediggaz show no fear

Ghetto warriors in a jungle, where if one don't find the hedge

and to no one there's the trend

Back-breaker of men

Mighty morphins, no begining, no end

Can you place my origin?

But now in our days, finding new ways to destroy ya in one day

Not afraid to dig graves

In the mind of my own, graveyard is my home

And Hell is where I dwell

Gravediggaz will prevail