[Chorus: Frukwan {*singing*}]   The battle, the war, lay your whites, slick   And I won't blast clips   That'll end your ass quick      [Beretta 9]   Yo, yo   What y'all know about the war? About the corps?   Active duty, bit missle buoy   Sink your battleship, +Fuck You, Sue Me+   This be from the heart, sincerly yours, truly   B9, behind, your blinds   Behind your door, you want war?   Don't think so, you know my M-O   Beretta 9, black Rambo   Big guns, extra ammo   Plus, heavy artillery, D-stream me and military   Killarmy A-rabs, out for your commisary   So nigga Run it and catch a hot one in your stomach   Bitch! Bitch!      [4th Disciple]   What y'all know about the war? (about the war)   Yo, when I was young I strongly seeked for the knowledge   I never went to college but acknowledged   The fact that knowledge is first, through the academy of the universe   Taking everything for what it's worth   Remember that +Night the Earth Cried+ for the Gods to come through   To make unknown things that seem impossible possible   Mastering all obstacles, and all courses   Striving to absorb the Earth's forces      [Poetic]   Yo we never wack, clever rap, stay forever black   I'm a lyrical Pteradac', severin' backs   Bad luck for sorry MC's to get a match   Bad luck, I strike you like you just broke a mirror   Black, here's the fact, I manufacture the jams that fracture your program   Shatter grain matter with the soul of a slow jam   It's the GrandMaster, Eloheim, flaming guillotine   Still scheme, with the, skill of a marine   To the extreme, flow like a jet stream   Also collect CREAM at shows, the veteran P-R-O   Better than most you know, sharp as an arrow   Sing like a sparrow, Grym Reap's the motto   +Killing You Softly+ with Islam right knowledge   For hollow-head pieces that worship dead Jesus   And still don't keep His commandments   I Leave souls abandoned with pieces of a dream   I'm so unique when I peak on the scene   Chk-chk-chk-chk, Gravedigga at it again   2000, running through your project housing   What!?!      [Break: Frukwan]   Yo, check it, check it   Gotta peep at this shit   It's called key rap      [Chorus]      [Frukwan {*singing*}]   If you doubt the strength   Competition, every blow high tense steel   That you can't touch, taste, feel   The lord of the world, capable at will   Take control of all your mils   When I blast my solar winds   Nomads in the land   Mercenaries that are tactically prepared   Gravediggaz show no fear   Ghetto warriors in a jungle, where if one don't find the hedge   and to no one there's the trend   Back-breaker of men   Mighty morphins, no begining, no end   Can you place my origin?   But now in our days, finding new ways to destroy ya in one day   Not afraid to dig graves   In the mind of my own, graveyard is my home   And Hell is where I dwell   Gravediggaz will prevail