[Chorus: Frukwan]
Current Eventz is Hell, dwell in the pit of the flames
Walkin the path to maintain
But Current Eventz is Hell
Can you defend til the end? Are you prepared?
Tell me you're scared

[Chorus 2: Frukwan]
Current Eventz is Hell, dwell in the pit of the flames
Walkin the path to maintain
Current Eventz is Hell
Can you defend down til the end? Are you prepared?
For fear

[Frukwan]
Evil that lurks, the fiery grave, shuns the father
Gatekeep', you're fuckin with the grave robber
Nights creep, streets sweep, the dungeon storms comin
Every-fuckin-body starts the runnin
My plague macerates an Army Brigade
Niggas swingin bats, ram shack, organism human remains
Those trapped in the state of confusion
Powerful eyes of Allah will see your execution
An haverin myst covers the block
Feel surge pressure build mentally, yo I'm off the clock
Urge to kill, cherish to thrill, weaken the will
Blood flows like lava runnin down the hill
Tons of ash debris, laid waste to rot
Unknown fumes, confiscate, one eyes the Cyclops
The eye fox, blame cocks, forgive me not
Earthly trade, for niggas that strayed, far away
Imagine the flame, screams, the horrible dreams
Wakin up in a sweat, all the sudden forget
Epidemical freeze, trees, the spleen
With the wind evergreen, mold to shape, the track
And hardly adapt, sporn
So yet the wicked stay warned, you mothafuckas is on

[Chorus - both]

[Poetic]
Yo
Up from the bottomless pit, of the rottenest shit
With a hit for the street, Grym Reap'
Gatekeep', verbal will assault all of the herds on the ashphalt
Cash Rules cats still steal shit and blast forth
Look who gets the paper, crooked politicians can't save ya as a Gravedigga
We play a major, part in the crisis
Did you know Christ just be, reincarnated in the MC
Came to the hookers, pimps and the killers
The thievin ass niggas, my soldiers, gorillas
9 to 5 cats and drugs dealers with gats 
I'm PR, all black, but y'all already know that
Fuck a horror-core, I bring a holy war
Cold as war is in bubblin through your hormones and pores
My soul sores, way above Armageddon night
Fuel the battlefield through the hot metal and ice
"Bling, Bling" niggas better come out to fight
When the pigs keep robbin the hood of black lights
How many of you trife cats go runnin to church?
While guns is hummin, puttin blacks in the hearse
Every time I talk about peace, cats frown
If it ain't about CREAM, most teams ain't down
As the supreme drown, King and the Queens frown
I'ma be a hater to all race traitors

[Chorus - both x2]

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