False Things Must Perish

[Intro: The Gatekeeper]

Hahaha! Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

Yeah, yo, check it, check it, one-two

Gravediggaz, yo, yo, yo, yo

We on your ass, watch the happ's of the gun blast

[Chorus: The Grym Reaper]

False things must perish

[Verse 1: The Gatekeeper]

Judas, Xavier, Samson, Delilah

Now and nowadays, Gatekeep, living Messiah

Prophecize, historically, the wise category

Superiority in the game, explain my story

Dopely lavish, they're doing that like a savage

Concentrate, basin' my inner faith and pushing carriage

Rap with the average, speaking on riches

Teaching that all mankind is acting deaf, dumb and blind

Beating with stripes, worshipping the glitter of lights

Calling the Twilight Zone, pending on cellular phones

Batteries low, got no dough, what's facing you?

Sporting your jewels and 27 niggas chasing you

Ultimate blast, constantly repeating a path

In an attempt to represent our class be exec

To get higher for what you desire

Yo nigga, your blood shall be required

Give it here!

[Chorus: The Grym Reaper]

False things must perish

[Verse 2: The Grym Reaper]

Yo, yo, fix your face, y'all know the tricks of the trade

Trade the 6 for the 8, split their cake

Spit fire and escape on track, face the facts

I annihilate the wack, I'm tired of these fakes on wax

We all wanna shine but we all don't seem

To have the mind to design schemes that align teams

Just a crime scene of blind teens in the rap kingdom

Where cats keep bling-a-ling-a-linging

And it's fine, I love it when the black man shines

Bringing hope to the habitat where fiends do dope, snort coke and carry battle-axes

Players buy Cadillacs, hunched in their seat

Pumping the beat, when stomping the street they come with the heat

'Cause flamboyant niggas get punched in the teeth

When they fronting the beef, but who brings relief

For the average 9-to-5 cat carrying grief?

[Chorus: The Grym Reaper]

False things must perish

[Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn]

Brooknam, grace and charm, stay calm but crumbs hit Lebanon

Black woman of the queen leprechaun from Lexington

Don't disrespect Sunn, I crack your face with the gun

Smack the taste out of your dunn, look at your fam on the run

Now y'all respect Sunn, shine all type direction

Right connection with the right perfections, recite a lesson

But my weapon ring automatic projection

Blow out your reception, hose through your reflection

Solid gold complexion, stay swoll to perfection

Did a fifteen, me and my team, supreme legends

20-1-2, still getting money with the Wu

Up in the Cayman Islands, bitches sweeter than honey dew

And I made moves, paid dues and slayed crews

Y'all niggas faking jacks on tracks, look out for the steel bat

I live it real black, ill with my format

My war tac's worth divine, alphabetically spilt

[Chorus: The Grym Reaper]

False things must perish