What's Goin' On - Gravediggaz

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Yo, hold up, stop, stop

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Yo, what's goin' on?
What's goin' on? I'm just holdin' on

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
What's goin' on? I'm just holdin' on
What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
What's goin' on? I'm just holdin' on
What's goin' on? What's goin'

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
If you could soar the sky like a bird
Would you be disturbed
To see brothers on the curb smokin' herb
And cops from the third precinct rush in like a herd

Chargin' up the league with possession
Freeze 'em and arrest 'em
Strip search 'em then undress 'em
Make the youngsters come and then sign a confession

Or would you watch the cop in the chopper
With the high powered binocular cameras
Attached the bottom of his aircraft
Takin' photographs of your lab

Pointin' a 50 millimeter 500 shot
Magazine full clip gat at your back, hoverin' the projects
Spotlight shinin' bright on movin' targets
Infrared light at night on dark objects
Harassin' citizens who hasn't been charged yet

Would you order a flock of pelicans to jam their propellers
On top see forfeit the death system failure
Take these devils off, I witness Tom broke off
Mentally fry his brain and blow the smoke off

Killa Bee, presidential suite, Bill and Hillary
Bow and kiss my feet
Auxiliary security retreat
Heavy artillery sun heat
Meet the agony defeats the cavalry

Six-pack battery back, anti-gravity raps
Snaps your head inside the bear trap
You can't adapt to the habitat
The biggest jigsaw puzzle be the world map

Niggas think that they own things
And man sit high upon thrones
When you die tell me what the fuck you own
When your skin flesh and bones find a permanent home
As food for worms or fossils trapped in stone

What's goin' on?
(What's goin' on?)
I'm just holdin' on

(What's goin' on?)
What's goin' on?
(What's goin' on?)
I'm just holdin'

Airborne planes with ultra rays
Aerosol sprays leavin' tracemarks
You're picked up on radar
Trackin' your moments, political opponents

Everything you own now he owns it
From the genesis exact off the tip
Undergoin' metamorphosis

Through computers in your offices
A crystal construct a nuclear missile
Every fifth school we produce more pistols
Documented details, shocked at retails

Shipped to the ghetto for resale
Peep the calamitist dreams
And destroy the thermometers
Droppin' like niggas unemployed

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
Just holdin' on, just holdin' on
(What's goin' on?)

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?
What's goin' on? Just holdin' on
(What's goin' on?)

(What's goin' on?)
Yo, triple 6 is established
The average savage cabbage is tryin' to live lavish
Off of the credit card balances
The magnetic strips that stick onto plastic

New World Order system of society that's cast us
Masses is mastered and broadcasters speak
The media breach and your optic forefathers
Topics is wild as fiction

To lessen the friction my children beware the pale rider
Your life is slipped into a microchip
I warned you with all of the mics that I grip
Cash days fade away devils roll hard
Trappin' souls inside of Visa gold cards

Yo, this is cerebral warfare
Nuclear golden sphere attacks the hemisphere
Leaves the human fearness of the pit of urban tears
Dedicate my life to Allah, each bar's a star
Far from Mars, for vengeance my opponents die hard

Panasonic electronic thoughts
Cut short your life support
Half deceased enemies are buried alive
At the Wu mount enterprise

Raisin' cane remain pain in the brain
Stain the mind frame
Slay like heroin bein' shot in the veins

9th Prince the principle, I was born invicible
Slew with a tribute to my attribute
Weak lyricists in my cipher stay mute
My wisdom is sword justice
Chop off the head of those who can't be trusted

I'm signin' off as I let my knowledge be born
Sharp like a thorn
Bloods callin' themselves Gods, yo
What's goin' on?

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Gravediggaz was a hip-hop group from New York City. They were well-known for their dark sense of humor and abrasive, menacing soundscapes. The group was formed in 1993 and was effectively a "supergroup", bringing together Prince Paul (formerly producer with De La Soul and Stetsasonic), Frukwan from Stetsasonic, Poetic from the Too Poetic, and RZA from the Wu-Tang Clan. All these artists were signed to Tommy Boy Records in the late 80's. After each of them getting jerked by Tommy Boy, Gravediggaz formed and produced a demo in 91'. Shopping it for three years before finally being picked up by Richie Rich who ran Gee Street(a subsidiary of Island Records) in 1994. The group are widely credited as being one of the most influential and pioneering groups in the small hip hop subgenre of horrorcore.

The group's first album was originally titled Niggamortis; however, the potentially risqué title was changed to 6 Feet Deep for the American market (European versions of the album retained the original title, and also included the bonus track "Pass The Shovel"). Released on August 9 1994, 6 Feet Deep was a mix of over-the-top ghoulish black humor, cartoonish violence reminiscent of the Geto Boys, esoteric references to the Five Percent Nation of Gods and Earths, and gritty, foreboding beats reminiscent of RZA's work with the Wu-Tang Clan. The four members adopted Gravedigga alter-egoes for their work with the group: RZA became RZArecta, Poetic became the Grym Reaper, Prince Paul became the Undertaker, and Frukwan became the Gatekeeper. The three rapping members (without Prince Paul) released a collaborative EP titled "The Hell EP" with UK trip hop artist Tricky in 1995.

The second full-length Gravediggaz album, The Pick, The Sickle and the Shovel (released in 1997) was considerably more mature and socially conscious than 6 Feet Deep, and used calmer and more intricate production. Prince Paul played a considerably smaller role in the making of this album, with many of the production duties now taken care of by RZA's Wu-Tang associates (including True Master and 4th Disciple).

The Gravediggaz' third album, Nightmare in A Minor, was completed in 2001 and only featured two of the original members, Poetic and Frukwan. This album was their darkest work yet, including many references to Poetic's struggle with colon cancer as well as focusing on the more apocalyptic themes within the teachings of the Five Percent Nation. Although RZA did not take part in the making of the album, some Wu-Tang Clan affiliates such as 4th Disciple, True Master and Beretta 9 were involved. The album was mostly produced by Poetic and Frukwan themselves.

Poetic finally succumbed to cancer in July 2001, two months before Nightmare in A Minor was to be released. Frukwan stated in an interview not long after Poetic's death that a new album using leftover Poetic material would be released. The Album has been released in March 2004 and titled '6 Feet Under'. It featured mostly solo tracks by Frukwan and a few unreleased Poetic songs.

In 2010, Gravediggaz recorded a new song, "2 More Cups of Blood". As of 2011, it was revealed that the group had been recording various tracks, minus the late Poetic. Shabazz The Disciple & Killah Priest are said to be heavily involved in the new recording sessions, though not more has been mentioned Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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