here starin And a'shakin like a leaf Well thats me Just a'leanin off my shovel In this graveyard o' dreams Yea thats me Just a'leanin off my shovel In this graveyard
street mobster. Refrain Verse Three: Lord Finesse It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don't play or stress me Cause that shit don't impress me I make papes
Verse one: In the rotten apple, take a bite taste the worm Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where
not where I'm livin' Kneeling to God 'cause Satan never gave us a chance Evil never had no rhythm, man, the Devils can't dance Got three pairs of pants
that Who's gonna take the weight, and erase the hate All I know is when we come through, better make some space [Chorus] [Verse Three: Guru] A lot of
like the fuckin 4th of july Fools die Fuckin wit my feria Daddy streaks wanna marry ya then bury ya Nina Ross, Mary Jane, Ms. Cocaine The three devils
in and out of rap, have y'all fiending for work When I breed it, yo it's treason what the semen is worth Non-believing, make me steaming, make you meeting
i'm livin' Kneeling to God cause Satan never gave us a chance Evil never had no rythm, man, the Devils can't dance Got three pairs of pants But I keep
Danger The Graveyard Chamber Danger Danger, Danger Danger, Danger Danger The Graveyard Chamber Danger Danger, Danger Danger Enter the Graveyard Chamber
that Who's gonna take the weight, and erase the hate All I know is when we come through, better make some space [Chorus] [Verse Three: Guru] A lot
Verse One: In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn Coke connection drug bust, graveyards where
you gotta represent [Verse Three: Lord Finesse] It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don't play or stress me Cause that shit don't impress me I make papes off
: Verse One: In the Rotten Apple, take a bite taste the worm Embrace the world of reality we're faced to learn Coke connection drug bust, graveyards
