False Things Must Perish

Lyrics

[Intro: The Gatekeeper] Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yeah, yo, check it, check it, one-two Gravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yo We on your ass, watch the happ's of the gun blast [Chorus: The Grym Reaper] False things must perish False things must perish False things must perish False things must perish [Verse 1: The Gatekeeper] Judas, Xavier, Samson, Delilah Now and nowadays, Gatekeep, living Messiah Prophecize, historically, the wise category Superiority in the game, explain my story Dopely lavish, they're doing that like a savage Concentrate, basin' my inner faith and pushing carriage Rap with the average, speaking on riches Teaching that all mankind is acting deaf, dumb and blind Beating with stripes, worshipping the glitter of lights Calling the Twilight Zone, pending on cellular phones Batteries low, got no dough, what's facing you? Sporting your jewels and 27 niggas chasing you Ultimate blast, constantly repeating a path In an attempt to represent our class be exec To get higher for what you desire Yo nigga, your blood shall be required Give it here! [Chorus: The Grym Reaper] False things must perish False things must perish False things must perish False things must perish [Verse 2: The Grym Reaper] Yo, yo, fix your face, y'all know the tricks of the trade Trade the 6 for the 8, split their cake Spit fire and escape on track, face the facts I annihilate 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-linging And it's fine, I love it when the black man shines Bringing hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort coke and carry battle-axes Players buy Cadillacs, hunched in their seat Pumping the beat, when stomping the street they come with the heat 'Cause flamboyant niggas get punched in the teeth When they fronting the beef, but who brings relief For the average 9-to-5 cat carrying grief? [Chorus: The Grym Reaper] False things must perish False things must perish False things must perish False things must perish [Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn] Brooknam, grace and charm, stay calm but crumbs hit Lebanon Black woman of the queen leprechaun from Lexington Don't disrespect Sunn, I crack your face with the gun Smack the taste out of your dunn, look at your 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 ring automatic projection Blow out your reception, hose through your reflection Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends 20-1-2, still getting 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 faking 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: The Grym Reaper] False things must perish False things must perish False things must perish False things must perish