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It's Halloween: Whatchall know about the GRAVEDIGGAZ!?!?!? The 1st CD is always in heavy rotation in my car in late Octover. Cool hip-hop with RZA and Prince Paul in the mix. Good night, sweet Prince | 7 June 1958 - 21 April 2016
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BANG YOUR HEAD!
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Blood Brothers, all in together . . . Good night, sweet Prince | 7 June 1958 - 21 April 2016
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Just that they have 2 killer tracks with Tricky. | |
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"The Pick, The Sickle and The Shovel" is a cool album.
"Repentance Day" is my fav song on there, and it also happens to contain my fav rap ever, by anyone. The lyrics are phenomenal, especially the John The B. part is very cool: The archangel imprison my soul into a prism Usin cell division and molecular collision within me He then made me listen and analyze the heartbeat n rhythms of children livin brutalized My ears became used to the vibes of ruined lives Sounds in the chamber I was hiden in was so spine-tinglin I was tremblin Envisionin the fear, here within a new Millenium Where rain became toxic, the air's stale and noxious Comets hit co-ops with force that made blocks split Flocks tried to escape a fate that made even hardrocks slide as nuclear dropped out of the sky, causin burns too severe, for hydroperoxide and sodium oxide Deep down outta basements Fish turned lopside and upside down from atomic facelifts Through the blackness I saw John the Baptist, on the atlas Holdin the masters to my Psalm under his arm But long before I even wrote 'em 23 elders each wrote me a Psalm and placed them within my motor neurons It contained the aproximate date of The Apocalypse Deposited in scripts of the 20th century prophets The clock ticks, tick, tick, tick upon the land borders I count down the manslaughter Military camcorders under ocean waters Red October causin fish to grow arms, legs, tits, and double heads Mutating the eggs as the radiation spreads over the water beds I watch Mother Nature as she bled Grym, was placed in skin casing to begin lacing hyms through the basement Won't be no escapin from the South to the North Where you run ten paces and your face is fallin off! [This message was edited Sat Nov 1 6:38:00 PST 2003 by IstenSzek] and true love lives on lollipops and crisps | |
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