Dungeon Masta - Six Feet Under lyrics

[sample from "The Score"] I got a minor development, we lost a buyer Lost? What do you mean, lost? Well, she's in a bra** casket Six feet underground, never to be heard from again [Intro: Graveyard Shifter] Graveyard, The Rodentz, yeah Representing GNC, check it out Yo, spit it, yo [Graveyard Shifter] When I spit this sound, out of this world like space aliens The way I, alter this track, some place claiming them Great plates in tracks, like gigolos from bits Styles unique, my pages, spin a door, would hit They try to compete, they'll all sing along while I spit That's the difference between a b**h and a born MC I'd never sit and watch you dudes try to, out-do me My style's complete, ten spirits like kung fu movies The Bruce kid, welcome to the f**ing realm of rap Where MC's is so dark, exhibit facts of crack And count the facts, leak it, while I made the crib And send the f*gs retreat, want some place to sit Like, me did with thanks but some made snakes out the stakes A miracle, I stomp God, and state of repent Now all my tracks are played at the gates, before you get picked To enter the place called Heaven, or fall in the pit All in your girl, I've never lived, I want to guess Grow on you, my rap's sick, yo, I'm barred from rap Grave the Pharaoh, everybody kneels on elbows That's no respect, enough to please my, mad flows You wack ho, claming that you, do this for love I leave the game, gat k**ed us when you fuel the bugs Out of love, you drop the spoons, man, your sh** is transparent You trick ain't daring enough, more burdens than safe s** [Cno Evil] Aiyo, Graveyard, pa** me that microphone, homey Brilliant but drastic, real enthusiastic The writer/director Cno Evil, my work is cla**ic I'm sarcastic, with my tongue gymnastics My heat will make you soft like, thermoplastics I'm critically acclaimed, raw power, breathtaking Ferocity, check out my velocity I don't know, but someone tried to slow up my flow I'm looking to strike gold, with chateus in plateaus I'm real bold, cuz I have dreams that's long Adventure novels, like Ian Fleming's James Bond I'm beyond, I correspond songs in Hong Kong I chop up beats, like chopped up meat, egg foo yong I'm gone, the perfect stranger, money arranger My vision is all clear, throughout this present danger Concealed shields has been revealed, me and Mouse Rolllin' together like Vincent Vega / Jules Winnfield The wind feels, real cold against my face I drop the coup de grace, with only one breathing space Eraser, inciting victims like ambulance chasers I trail in "ports" and "lands", like the Blazers Witness the first mic to be murdered on the spot My beats tied the knotts, my words aimed and shot It dropped on the ground, made a feedback sound It tried to rebound, but Mouse had turned around Then, from out his mouth, came flying the last slug That forced it to get hit, fall back and unplug We feast on human blood like bed bugs My lyrics addicted to you, quicker effects than d** [Li-Mouse] I appear from the shadows, then I hit ya Swiftly, zero percent chance, I miss ya No trace of evidence, not even a figure A Copperfield act, if you can get the picture I speak this, so it's, easily depicted I cut out resignators, so I'm less restricted Free flowing, keep going, like water rolling off the brim Sit back, relax, and just listen to the hymn [sample from "The Score"] I'mma say something to you You're smart, you're talented, and you know a few things But talent means nothing in this game if you don't make the right choices There's plenty of talented people out there who never see the light of day anymore Last thing, it takes discipline Cuz this whole game's one big long shot And if you don't have the discipline to stay away from the flyers Or from the gambles, or whatever else you wanna call this stupid move Then my friend, I'm afraid to say, one day, you will go down It's inevitable