Buried Alive

"What did you mean when you said we were all dead?"

"We have to think two times before we do anything. We have

To think about what we wanna do, and how to get it past

The white man. We don't live life, we survive through it"

New Kemet, Renaissance Child, Raise the Dead

Yeah, God's Wrath, I'm back niggas

Where to bury me?

Open my casket, wipe the dirt off my shoulder, let's go

This rap game want me buried alive, yeah

This rap game want me buried alive, yeah

This rap game want me buried alive

It don't matter if you rich, is you ready to die?

You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes, yeah

This rap game want me buried alive

This rap game want me buried alive

I ain't dead son, my mind was in Solomon tombs

Know divas like Queen of Sheba, who be swallowin' shrooms

Blair Witches from the hood, who don't ride on no brooms

Just hard dick, with a G-pack, in hotel rooms

I'm back, holdin' that ratchet, y'all left at my casket

A rap kid to open up my CD plastic

Another birth, of a MC classic

I Hell Raise the Dead, when I speak to the masses

I'm like, embalming fluid in champagne glasses

They say my name backwards, and toast to they soldiers

I let a zombie beside me, wipe the dirt off my shoulder

We be pyramid builders, we be dealin' with boulders

When I shine a supernovas, that be hoverin' over

Wrote a scripture on your tombstone, in the ink of a cobra

Tossin' niggas off the ship, if they thinkin' they Jonah

We payin' hospital visits, if they layin' in comas

Spit a verse on the corner, that be strong as ammonia

From Red Hook to Demona, we snuffin' slave owners

Even if it's chain gang, we got a shank on us

It's Maccabee, bang bang, get a tank on us

Black market military, project cemeteries

Rhymes be obituaries, simple as a dictionary

Drawin' like it's Pictionary, blacker than the mother Mary

Renaissance icon, each bar legendary

Y'all lookin' like the Blue Notes did, when they ain't have Teddy

Come and get me, if y'all really ready, son for Armageddey

This rap game want me buried alive (fuck 'em)

This rap game want me buried alive (yeah)

The crack game want me buried alive

You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes

It don't matter if you rich, is you ready to die

This rap game want me buried alive

For dead man walkin', I wrote this in they mental coffin

Kill ya firstborns off, with a verbal abortion

I'm written in stone in the project, valley of dry bones

You made like a iClone, sittin' in my throne (get 'em)

I play your skeleton bones, like it's a xylophone

For that money, my mummy strapped with a lot of chrome

It's flatline, dial tone, wake 'em up, daddy's home

They can bury my flesh, but can't bury my soul

I ain't Atlas, but can carry the globe

I stroll, wearin' my grave clothes, draggin' my robe

To a cipher like a seance, and kick you a poem

Turn the club to a catacomb, with blood on the dance floor

Got models like Jezebel, takin' they pants off

I'm Tutankhamun with fine diamonds, surrounded by violence

Archaeologists grave robbin' in silence

Invaded by those British tyrants, like Howard Carter

I do this for the saints and martyrs, and our father

Dustin' off a old revolver, I let the cylinder turn

And Henny burn, that I sip in the urn

I draw first then cremate it, so remember the words

It's either one God you serve, or you can sleep with the worms, yeah

This rap game want me buried alive (haha)

This rap game want me buried alive (they wanna bury me man)

This rap game want me buried alive

It don't matter if you rich, is you ready to die?

You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes

(Look at me man, you know I'm comin' for y'all niggas)

This rap game want me buried alive

(Look at my fuckin' eyes man, this shit is all real)

This rap game want me buried alive

Niggas thought I was gon' rest in peace, but I'ma rise in peace

Knahmsayin? This goes out to all them fake ass record companies

And them fake ass record labels, who thought they was just gon'

Toss some fuckin' dirt on our grave, and walk out the door with our

Masters and shit, knahmsayin? Nah man, we gon' hunt y'all niggas

Down man, we gon' haunt y'all niggas for the rest of y'all life man

The last niggas that did some shit to us, the studio burnt down

The last label that did some shit to us, they had to file bankruptcy

Feel me? We not playin' no fuckin' games no more man. Maccabees

Niggas want us buried alive, y'all want us buried alive, we gon'

Write rhymes underground, in the underworld, on the fuckin'

Tombstones, inside the caskets, that's, that's

Mental caskets though, 'cause y'all niggas is

Mentally dead. It's the return of the living dead man