Da Bomb Lyrics - Singles - Gravediggaz

In '97 don't be alarmed, Gravediggaz drop 

(Da bomb, da bomb, da bomb) 

G R A V E D 

(Da bomb) 

I, double G, A to the zig zag Z 

Droppin' 

(Da bomb) 

Aiyo, I really hate snakes 

I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face 

But that would be exhibitin' the same weak traits 

Shit is deep like bass, enemies get beat, lock breaks 

From dusk to dawn, I thrust upon the scene 

Always conscious, I was born supreme 

No wonder I run with a hundred twenty 

Three nine hundred and ninety nine thousand convicts 

Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets 

With nullified beef and combat swamp rats 

And ghetto playgrounds where scenes is tragic 

Everyday seein' decayin' brown fabrics 

(Da bomb) 

A thirty pound addict with a hundred dollar day habit 

True Master, broadcast the havocism I'm babblin' 

Mic's turnin' to javelins 

Stabbin' MCs in the abdomen and laughin' at 'em 

Gravediggaz a cannibal for swoops and bats 

Sweat rocks as the jock and they counter react 

Occupation I'm a blizzard, Gate Keep freak the reason 

For the break, I been around as long as the Rza 

The ripper, graveyards known for plenty more 

Rugged raw, puttin' hardcore kick on double doors 

Your future's at stake, big mistake, you moved 

(Da bomb) 

Mmm, you can't escape, checkmate 

The flashy nigga, underground digga 

Nigga think his head big enough, I make it bigga 

The trank, I bust all blank, when I intake 

There forsake, my lyrics are fatter then Phil Brakes 

The bed rocker, snatch doctor 

This little Bagandian rocker 

I'm Phantom of the Opera 

Check it, the mic is my crystal ball 

And when I'm on it, I'm open like a pore 

Yo, you say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at 

While you bustin' caps, I drop the 

(Da bomb) 

Mmmm, now what you gonna do, kid? 

Where ya gonna run, son, when I drop the 

(Da bomb?) 

Mmmm to my bigga niggas 

Representing Gravediggaz, worldwide stars drop the 

(Da bomb) 

Mmmm, don't be alarmed 

Your persona ain't on from the three alarm from the 

(Da bomb) 

G R A V E D 

(Da bomb) 

I, double G, A to the zig zag Z 

Droppin' 

(Da bomb) 

I possess intellect to reflect 

One of the best flows within the metro-politan 

Got more styles than a Chinaman 

Anywhere ya find the Grym, my mind I bring 

Disaster to areas 

Faster than spots in Iraq that got blown from aircraft carriers 

Carry your whack ass outta my war zone 

Or get slapped in the jaw bone 

From the megawatts of the raw pone 

Missed the tour rooms through 

Cities and stadiums, halls and Paladiums 

All over the Mediteranean Seas 

I'm terrorizin' MCs like an Iranian 

Seizin' a Boeing 747 

24/7 we're flowin' professionally 

You see spots keep glowin' at the Gravediggaz showin' 

We master the art exceptionally 

No doubt, when I precipitate the walls vibration 

Dark skies cover your fake ass lacerations 

Check it, forever your rest, black hood the event 

Brothers in the New York streets that represent 

Squeeze ya coal, 32 below, send a chill through your bow 

Catch your fuckin' nerve like a snow cone 

You get stuffed like an envelope, yo 

Won't even think twice, I'll slice the fuckin' rope 

Save your salvation, ruin your reputation 

Get ready for a brief devastation 

Forty clicks up the creek, if I hear a squeek 

The nigga Gate Keep never ever retreats 

Brooklyn street perpendicular 

We order for manslaughter is vehicular 

Terrified flashbacks, gaspin' for your air sac 

The mere factor of unleashin' my second chapter 

You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at 

While your bustin' caps, I drop the 

(Da bomb?) 

Now, what ya gonna do, kid? 

Where ya gonna run, son, when I drop the 

(Da bomb? Da bomb?) 

Yo, Gravediggaz, The Undertaker, Gate Keep 

Rzarector, Grym Reap 

Collectively droppin' 

(Da bomb) 

G R A V E D 

(Da bomb) 

I, double G, A to the zig zag Z