Black From The Grave Lyrics

Listen to Black From The Grave Ft, DeadMan & Cel-Man Iller, Tha Immortal.mp3 by Cel-Man Iller/Zakum 41 #333 on #SoundCloud

Chorus:

Back from the grave

Brand new whip for you slaves

Breaking the nave

Bitches is all in my wave

No do rag

Razor blade mouth don’t do that

He might spit that who that who knew that

Cel-Man Iller (Verse 1)

Brown paper bags got bound to the crown

Now I’m sitting on an incline looking down

Barren this land should be burnt to the Earth

What I merk is the equivalent of stupid sounds

In the room with a gown on

Gounchos, soon to be in the womb of a used up prom ho

Mount yo, ass like a stallion

Mash on the gas bitch pronto

Stab you in the calf with the Mondo

Little bit of gas in my system

I don’t wanna have to ask for assistance

Why don’t every single day have a limit

Like those early early days as a young kid

Light yo marajuana smoke if you itching

I’m gone do a little coke intermission

Judge no individual cause they sickness

Grab me a pocket full of clones by the ending

I like getting high

Making music

Making units turn into movements

Take that moving money

Spend it on a honey

Get some pussy while I’m vibing off the drugging

It’s nothing

To feel crumby

When it’s cigarette’s you bummin’

The mirror may show you vanity

But the reality is funny

Chorus:

Back from the grave

Brand new whip for you slaves

Breaking the nave

Bitches is all in my wave

No do rag

Razor blade mouth don’t do that

He might spit that who that who knew that

DeadMan (Verse 2)

He’ll blow up like hurricane

Hit, full of novacaine

Be afraid ???

Make bones to a fucking???

Fuck piercings in my face

I got plenty in my veins

From a third person view i’m very homocidal

Wrote all of my verses in the back of Satan’s bible

Vans ??? Circa

Cause we might be your downfall

Always rock skulls cause Deathis my idol

Flow; Kurt Cobain, are you feeling suicidal?

You rocking a chain?

My flow rocking a rifle.

I am Kadafi’s last living disciple

Hitler and my cigarette bottle(???)

I burn all you faggots

Ya’ll nigga’s can have it

I stay with that ratchet

Nigga got tools, like Go-Go Gadget

Man you can have it

Up to your throat

Hit ya’ll nigga’s

And ya’ll dead fucking cold

DeadMan Bitch!

333

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