[Intro: Frukwan]

Fuck ya niggas, real muthafuckas what?



[Chorus 4X: Frukwan]

Wanna break? Wanna break, break

Yo, what ya wanna break, nigga break

Break what, nigga, what



[Frukwan]

First rule, ya mistake

The phenomenal stomp the Earth are bombin you

It's all my chronicle, particle and rich

Over original scripts, begger be choose

Let off three shots, be confronted wit the bad news

Long as muthafuckas corrupt, infiltrate the state

Hit him wit graze, throw an earthquake

Yo fraction, I'm settin off a chain reaction

That increase, long as muthafuckas bust police

Bloodsheed, mutts and gruts

The wonder bread buds, a million black muthafucka

Head to junk, Devil schemin up plans to plot

It's gettin hot, usin our own, to start the clock

Yo, I'm only fightin for what a brother deserve

Bein God spreadin the gold, roll up on the reserve

Blood, sweat and tears for years yo

I'm fed up blown when muthafuckas take it outta they own



[Chorus x4]



[Poetic]

I watch thru my infrared green vision binocs'

Storm in the desert, clever as a fox

Bolt, wit measures in the clock, huh

Seven stealth bomber nine, helicopt' drop

The Gravedigga parachute wit the black roots

Fall outta the sky like rain, as the soldier train

To take back the Earth, the terrain

We overcame fear, now prepare for pain

First the soul from the rap world, all of ya villains

That taught ya black children, wit rats in they buildin

Singin on hydro, squatterin millions

Or live up in gold, and fulfillions of killin

And of ya plans strick, my hand grips a mic

And transmits co-ordinates that float like it on a script

Break down ya character flaws, to the masses

Burn ya to ashes, and suck you wit acid



[Chorus x4]



[Frukwan]

Yo, I can't be denied, gots to try

Many will die, in the blink of an eye

Nigga like me will survive

Cannons and guns, gotta overcome the run

Gots to chill, set packs of bill

Shine my gift, or the uplifted brother that stiff and lost

Trynna stear a brother back to cost

Ready to try, ready to die

Lyrical guns, lyrics fire

What, ya outta line, forced wit pen

Self defense, whackin the Timbs

Strive to survive, but build my strength

Finito, stampedro, don't wanna will a negro

Ready to break (Break!)



[Poetic]

I favor the plot of savin the box

Capable cops'll be the neighborhood watch

The stable that spots, estrogen is hot

Infested wit vipers and three hots

And the cops, yo, my man is snipers

Trynna eat right, teach my peeps how to reach light

The beast strikes each night, deep under the street light

Gotta carry ya heat light, then peep the fight

It's called Armaggedon, cuz of the armor ya gettin

Weapon on ya side reppin, carry and hate in ya eyes

Steppin in spots, ya hatin these spots

Gettin the papers, surprised, so ya snake in the rise

Lettin state conive, you end in takin a life



[Chorus x4]



[Outro: Frukwan]

Gravediggaz! Eh-oh, ooh-eh

Ooh-eh