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Pit of Snakes


The pit the pit (Ohhhh my!)

Yo 1 2

Dun dunna dunna dun.

All ya'll mentally dead muthafuckas.

We come to break ya'll some information and ressurect you

from the mentality of fool in this.

Yo yo.


We come away and chop the heads of these snakes

It's better off they dyin in a pit fulla snakes

Mistake inside your self that be the first head you take

It's better off you dyin in a pit fulla snakes


The marijuana got my karma glowin

Gold armor, surround my body

I'm reachin a high state of nirvana

But wanna chop and imitate

To bite, the livin spirits

Golden livin tablets

Transmitted by the Abbot

Blood related king to King David's mighty men

I appear in the atmosphere like nitrogen, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon


helium, xenon, argon, neon, freon, be gone

I travel beyond

The range where sick sounds grave

You can't respond

Dynamic semantics makes your mind go frantic

Hand picked Gods

Razor sharp be my standard

Breakin from bondage and white garments

Eye ball as black as onyx

Hair gonna grow as long as a comet's tail

Escape from Hell

Watch the Gods be real

What makes rain and hail, snow and earthquakes?

Goin through crisis, or mad devices

I thought girls was made of sugar and spices

Always wanted to fuck 'em like Isis

While others bow down, Percival, Cyrus

I'm inside my lab stabbin rhymes on black papyrus

Your weight couldn't measure a snow flake

How you gonna shine on a God while you rotate

I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs, your kneecap

Back smack your ass bitch

And splatter your gall bladder

My mathematical data

Terror far beyond the stars of William Shatner

The rattler can't deport on my speed of thought

Then escape New York in East London or import


Stronger currents than my brains runnin rapid

Hereditary practice pierce hoes through metal jackets

War commander

Niggas get caught up in the exhaust pipe

Get the frost right or suffer frost bite

Isle of the King

Maniac barbarian, sort of Romanian

Underground, subterranean

Five stepper grandson of Nefar

The rest of ya'll heffers, thimble

Ya'll resembled Uncle Fester

God biding escape

Through telepathic gates

Integrate, causin one mind to elevate

Stagnate competition, like an earthquake

Causin the earth to shake

On release day, diggin more graves

Master 4 tay or black cherries block

Freshly picked out the cemetary, bear the plot


[Grym Reaper]

Yo, projectiles lace the project ailes

Organic, saw panic when I wreck shit and smile

With more props than New York City got blocks

I cripple your whole knot till your air drip of snot

First encounter of Hell, is facin Grym

Lacin human shells with radiation untill cell mutation

Begins to permeate flesh

Like skins bein pressed

And barb wire, steel mesh

As 200 nerve endings record the pain

I cut like the Wu-Tang sword hittin the brain

The main issue for invasion of your brain tissue

Is your dismissal, nigga I reign official

I lack fear like a black bear

Slash your chest area open

And have the whole world soakin within your hemoglobin

Then blast, your lyrics be on face and astrophysics

You couldn't be your ... if you were Noriega's chemist

Bustin' the mic like Brooklyn fire hydrants in the summer

Bangin like a Forerunner

Lyrically my formula is C-4 to the third power

Of ice, fire, and water

This equation causes manslaughter

Torture upon the microphone

With the type of poem

The strikes like a poem with a baseball bat

Why waste the track, I'm better than all of that!

Chorus 2X


Pit of Snakes / Gravediggaz

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