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(feat. Gravediggaz) [Intro: Frukwan] DJ Honda come at you ("Untouchable") In the blaze whirlwind of fire, at your desire At your dispense, you, to whip out the untensils of Gravediggaz ("We Run Shit") Comin' at you live, one, DJ Honda, one ("Untouchable") Get 'em, get' me [Poetic] Stealth bomber, shattered ya armor, dot commer In New York, I don't be Karen like Donna Rap piranha, smoke that ass like marijuana Got more drama than E.M.S. street trauma Universal soul swingin' swords, sing in the wars In the underground level, no wonder I'm a rebel Carry my tape in the place, hot metal in ya face Gravedigga, put a nigga in the crate I be the, Judge like Judy, brown fist of fury Flows super sue me, get hung like a jury Analyze the poetry, who will ya household item in the ghetto like, "fuck the popostry" Tony, T.I., bitch, mind ya B.I. All see why I can't be denied My place, two thousand status, the baddest on the mic Letras de cancionesGrab a rabist in the battle like, fight like Cassius Clay figures are shattered, my raps that'll splatter Spray matter, I leave, it won't scatter at the venue Can't defeat Grym, you weak, for all the men Who tried, die, pressure I apply Acute sciencitis, I rhyme the tighest A king like Midas, rock go' gold the finest Build like a carpenter type, when I sharpen this mic I bring light and be bombin' like Christ [Chorus: DJ Honda scratches samples] "We run shit!" [Prodigy] "Pay attention" "We run shit!" "Untouchable" [Prodigy] "Keepin' ya niggas in perspective" "We run shit!" [Prodigy] "Pay attention" "We run shit!" "Untouchable" "Keepin' ya niggas in perspective" [Frukwan] Paralyzin' traits are great, hit crates, collect stake Smash across ya back wit the whip Nigga surrounded like the false pretender Sugar coated niggas get checked off their agenda Air Space One, why phony niggas like to talk? Gravediggaz, Honda, lookin' for drama The deadliest act, deadly as pack, commence attack The whole fuckin' airwaves gettin' jacked [Poetic] Contact Honda, each flounder count money to launder Streets tight as anaconda, Grym spit a verse in the killa hurse Watch a nigga work underground wit the Gravedigga dirt sound gritty Witty, raw, ready for war, no pity, like doin' a tour in New York City A year ago today doctor's gave me, three months to live I survived for this hip hop shit! [Chorus] [Frukwan] Shots of novacain, I'm enough to bring Still I reign, obtain, critical fame I hunt, niggas that front, cuz niggas is chumps Blowin' this shit, left in the bottomless pit Rarer than rare, one wit the atmosphere Now ya evoid, strenghtly on a mission to destroy The tedius proposition: paratroop recruits Bat then swoops, iron palm box the booth Walk on air, break it there, flash fear Cuz cats better beware, ya three strikes there Phelonious monk, I do it all month We fourth down, give the ball to Honda to punt Faster blunt, the junkie, niggas feelin' lucky Another drop, why another truck, he stop The overthug player hatin', the hype material type That flash wit the blindin' light, that out of sight Overdrive til the brother's survive, touch through the unknown What I rule on the golden throne, Gravediggaz, what? [Chorus to end] From Letras Mania