[Intro: Aleem]

Ghetto Reaper, your mission is to take control of the black hole perimeter and to eliminate the fake, deaf, dumb and blind niggas

You must, by any means necessary, annihilate the meek zombie ghetto dwellers

Now General, since you've accepted this hazardous mission

You and your team will be equipped with special weapons

Unleashing this force will create devastating consequences

The nomenclature of this weapon is pure sonic energy

Blasted through the lonics chamber and the palm of your hand

Use this force wisely, seek and destroy the enemy

But preserve the niggettes

Do your duty soldier

[Chorus: The Grym Reaper]

Ghettos are becoming lost

Shorties is out of their minds

If not for the courage of a chosen few

They stay dumb, deaf and blind

[Bridge: The Grym Reaper]

Yo. caught in the process of elimination

Until your fortress is vacant

Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken

Until our forces awaken

Caught in the process of elimination

Until your fortress is vacant

Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken

'Til our forces awake

[Pre-Verse: The Grym Reaper]

General Grym

[Verse 1: The Grym Reaper]

What's the pressure principle?

Attack the enemies at every interval and keep our casualties at a minimal

Camouflaged down, now I launch my offensive

To Arm Leg-a Leg the defenseless

'Cause criminals and dons are relentless

Murders are common and senseless

In the ghetto trenches, the stench is tremendous

In poverty, our property is defended

By shotguns, alarm pit bulls, and barbwire fences

If you're not armed you're in harm's way

You're hunted by wannabe desperados and hombres

I'm sick of all this shit, rappers defeating me on oscillating frequencies

Speaking about operating frequently

With keys from Colombians and Dominicans

You silly men, traitors, snakes and reptilians

Niggas act like dumb animals in pit bull and cock fights

Attacking each other then carjacking at stop lights

Fuck all you cold blooded race killers

That's proud to be blood spillers of ebony pillars

Black devils are worse than those of the cursed seed

Foes better check their approach be the first G

R-Y-M, you know the name

I'm hated by the beast like the Feds hate Saddam Hussein

Positive brothers ain't got to be soft

It's time to start knocking you fake niggas off, what?

[Chorus: The Grym Reaper]

Ghettos are becoming lost

(Caught in the process of elimination

Until your fortress is vacant)

Shorties is out of their minds

If not for the courage of a chosen few

(Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken)

They stay dumb, deaf and blind

('Til our forces awaken)

Ghettos are becoming lost

(Caught in the process of elimination

Until your fortress is vacant)

Shorties is out of their minds

If not for the courage of a chosen few

(Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken)

They stay dumb, deaf and blind

('Til our forces awake)

[Verse 2: The Gatekeeper]

Feeler of the grace as your body tone get laced

You and I must verse to coincide our universe

Relevance yo true that, prepare for the risks

No handout, I chop your fucking hand off from the wrist

I detect the vibes, weak brothers try to hide

Inside, but they ain't strapped for the ride, it's suicide

I spread like a fungus, ran the Devil from among us

Let the rain in the days in the valley of Columbus

The all-natural cosmetic, supernatural, genetic

My genes, by all means, they backpass synthetics

Rhetoric, car, weed, bare blunts and cigarettes

Sexist directors, crossdress infectors

Spawn of a form of newborns who ain't warned of the wicked

The Devil's technician, the division

And smash

Into grains of sand from the hourglass

[Verse 3: Shabazz the Disciple]

I hear rumors of war

Enter gun shooter, celestial soldier from the future

The Tribe of Judah, Twelve Tribe saluter

Marching with an army of extraterrestrial beings

Descended from celestial peons, been fighting the holy war for eons

Wise words that guided missiles, Yacub play with steel

Gods use mental pistols and Ezekiel's Wheel

The apocalypse converting this metropolis

To a necropolis, war of Armageddon acropolis

Novus ordo seclorum, Babylon's the forum

The black mind and spirit is at hand, I'm fighting for 'em

A holy war with the beast with the seven heads

It's your Last Supper, feast on this unleavened bread

[Break]

"All personnel involved in this ghetto warfare

Proceed to Area 51

Do not let the enemy into your sector

Block the perimeter, yo"

[Verse 4: Omen]

At triple dark minds should not aim the rhyme laser

Beems make it weak, beings screams for their fake

Unseen racist, your face traitors, face elimination

And escape the bad disaster's path for aftermath

I laughed and blast have mad people's units

Weak mind created crime-related rise, can't fuck with my blueprints

Stupid, the end is near, while fools give up the youth

Yapping force action they gat clapping guns and beer

Beer is done skunks and fear the other knotty set up

To killers, you fake thug niggas, shut the hell up

I'm fed up so I develop the ill scheme to envelop

These bitch teen sweated up black devil vessels

I'll dead you with lethal style evil ogre

Slash demon cobra in these last days a scientist take over

With this elimination process

You pathetic brainwashed niggas

Don't test the niggettes

[Chorus: The Grym Reaper]

Ghettos are becoming lost

(Caught in the process of elimination

Until your fortress is vacant)

Shorties is out of their minds

If not for the courage of a chosen few

(Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken)

They stay dumb, deaf and blind

('Til our forces awaken)

Ghettos are becoming lost

(Caught in the process of elimination

Until your fortress is vacant)

Shorties is out of their minds

If not for the courage of a chosen few

(Losses are taken, mindstates are shaken)

They stay dumb, deaf and blind

('Til our forces awaken)