Gravediggaz - Diary Of A Madman

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 lady [They killed my baby..oh god they killed my baby]
 judge [Order in the court]
 lady [I will make you pay for this you murderers]
 judge [I said order in the court now! Now  before this
 court passes judgement  will the four defendents
 please rise and approuch the bench]
 gravedigga [Trust me guys  it's all under control
 the judge is my uncle  he'll take the
 insanity plea...oh yeah, don't foget
 my retained balance.]
 judge [Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity
 claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do
 these hidous murders. Can you please explain
 to the court how these so called spirits made
 you into these RAVING MADMEN?!?!]

 Verse One: Scientific Shabazz

 Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism
 The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism
 Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead
 I come forth with gravediggaz in a head full of dread
 I've been examined ever since I was seamen
 They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon
 At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles
 and drugged me all up with the deseases of evil
 Grew up in hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple
 I'm fighting a holy war in the mental
 Look deep into my eyes, you'll see visions of death
 Possessed by homicide is what I'm obsessed
 Giving niggaz brain dimples
 Dragging they asses on my hook by they temples
 The cause of death is unknown to the cops
 Cause when I kill them, I'm not leavin one element to autopse
 First I'll assasinate em
 And them I'll cremate them
 and take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em
 Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone
 Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones
 You try to haunt me nigga, I aint trying to hear it
 Buck Buck Buck, I'll give your ass a holy spririt.

 gravedigga [stressed full, try to avoid all impure
 thoughts. I am loosing my mind . . .]

 judge [Can you please explain to the court when these
 problems first began?]

 Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector

 The year 84, November, day 10
 Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen
 I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years
 Of blood sweat and tears
 I saw the tourture brutal murder of my father
 So my brain became stained with the horror
 I'm having reoccuring nightmares
 Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair
 I got tackled with handcuffs
 And shackled in restraint
 At the bottom of a holy tabernacle
 They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks
 And sewed my eye lids open so I couldn't sleep
 About to die from thirst, that's when the minister
 quinched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar
 Upon my wounds they seasoned my with salt
 And nailed my hands feet to the form of the cross
 AHH!! I cry
 As the blood drips inside of my eye
 refusing to die
 Visions of hell tormented my face
 So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape.

 guy [ oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta
 esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca
 carajo, cono]

 judge [ Calm down people, please calm down
 Let us please procede with the
 defendents explanation ]

 Verse Three: Killer Priest

 Enta the realms of understanding
 And take good heed
 And you could bleed
 While I'm standing
 Three stages of pure hell
 Justications of red cells
 *SHH* rain drops hits the pelv
 Path is dull and narrow
 You're stalked by a shadow
 I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow
 So narrow, only one could enter at a time
 Stuck in the center, read the signs
 A thousand doors to choose
 You better hurry
 Don't stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry
 On your right side there's fire
 On you left, deep waters
 Watch your step, it's deep waters!
 What's that coming through the floor?
 It's a claw
 *PSSH* took his fucking ass to the fucking core

 Verse Four: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper

 Stroll thruogh the dark conditions
 I stone you till I see sparks of friction
 I chop ya like a coal miner
 Then combine the drug
 And mix it with your blood
 Some more
 I give you some more
 And watch you crawl
 Guts hit the floor
 Worms that dig your pores
 I trick ya, ha, then I'm quick to syringe
 Deep into my thoughts and bust out your skin
 You scream, portraits of inflictable pain
 You can't stand
 You're up to your hands in quick sand
 You're sinking and sinking deep into the earth
 Thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth
 My mental says it's my turn to possess the matta
 Stab you with a dagga
 Of Jacob's Ladder
 Thoughts become shattered, confused, and tragic
 Fiery thoughts of Gravediggaz . . .

 judge [ GUILTY, next case
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Island Records Ltd.


Released in: 1994

Language: English

Appearing on: 6 Feet Deep (1994)

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