the graves Deep silence only whispers The Angel of Death is calling my name Strange feelings, I'm gonna die Midnight in the graveyard The Black Lady
, Big L is the first to represent. Verse One: Big L Yo, on the mic is Big L, that brother who kicks flavs, God. Known for sendin' garbage MCs to the graveyard
'm gonna lay my head On somebody's lonesome railroad line Let that ol' midnight special Ease my troubled mind Well, they tell me that old graveyard Is a mighty lonesome place Lord
On the graveyard shift a call comes in, a senseless killin' Blue lights flashin', white chalk line I still get queasy but I'll be fine, the good Lord
AM On the graveyard shift a call comes in A senseless killin' Blue lights flashin', white chalk line I still get queasy but I'll be fine The good Lord
Midnight in the Holy City playground for restless souls Graveyards for the sons of Fort Sumter And the ghostly daughters wait for their boys to come home
Midnight in the holy city, playground for restless souls Graveyards for the sons of Ft. Sumpter And the ghostly daughters Wait for their boys to come
On the graveyard shift a call comes in A senseless killin' Blue lights flashin', white chalk line I still get queasy but I'll be fine The good Lord willin
(feat. Graveyard Shift, Poetic Hustla'Z, Ii Tru, Ken Dawg) [Tre] We got the perfect combination [Krayzie:] (Mo Thug, Mo Thug) So you better change your
two for mic check And spit a million rhymin words in 240 seconds [Lord Have Mercy] Get three to get your bitch neck, and four to even the score Graveyard
time to get funky, so you better represent ("I'm the calm one, but my crew is sorta sick") [A.G.] C'mon Lord Finesse, cause you gotta represent [Verse Three: Lord
