Guard Ya Shrine

Lyrics

[Intro: The Grym Reaper] Yeah, comin' through the mist of the dust Of a hundred thousand wild stallions on a dirt road Another episode of the Gravedigga saga [Verse: The Grym Reaper] Yo, you came to assassinate me I got degrees that evaporate seas I got thoughts that decapitate enemies While your thoughts couldn't fascinate fleas See I manipulate keys in a vocal joint That alter your focal point, fucking snake I anoint by will to kill you savage MCs Then watch your cabbages bleed You're weak and you're wicked Diseased with a sickness that turn Gods into swine My mind detects blind ambition A fine musician slash crooked politician Trapped in a black hole 'cause you lack soul Gravity chokes your black bow like a lasso Your condition is a walking dead man Wake the fuck up or get your head banged I'm the soldier with the bloody red hands These ghetto alleys become dead valleys Snakes too shook to show up at the rally Some paralyzed by the thought Of bein' analyzed and caught up in lies and falsehood It ain't all good in New York if you don't walk the walk I dare fucking parasites to grab a mic The Grym brings Fahrenheit and blinding light You are not my competition, you non-living treacherous pig I'll have you submit [Chorus: The Grym Reaper] You're feeble and you play black, guard ya shrine I'm a needle in a hay-stack, hard to find I'm evil when you slay black God for crime I'm evil and I stay strapped far as the rhyme You're feeble and you play black, guard ya shrine I'm a needle in a hay-stack, hard to find I'm evil when you slay black God for crime I'm evil and I stay strapped far as the rhyme