We're stone cold killers with camouflage caps.

We got the wraparound shades and the Special Forces tat.

Born in blood and shit.

Got to get back to it.

Some to the garden, some to the von Clausewitz. Some choose; some think they choose; some get made to choose:

The Constant and the Grave

 

Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. (ugh, ugh)

I used to wear dress blues,

I used to get my cues

from the dudes in D.C.

wit' the wing tip shoes.

My boss said it was Parris or prison,

and the judge said son

you better make a decision.

I chose the former

coz I heard it was warmer.

April in Parris: hell

south of the border.

They put me together, tougher than leather.

They set me on your ass coz they didn't know better.

(Chorus)

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Ugh.

 

Now, I hold the fort left, right, and center,

the number one hardass punk flygirl bender.

Now check the photo finish.

I'm in this to satisfy parole,

not posin' not playin' the role.

See, I got more goombahs than Bobby De Niro

and if I was you I'd

act like Nixon and Spiro.

So take your rock and smoke your pot

and chill where it's shady.

I got more endurance than "In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida,"

baby.

(Chorus)

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

I'm up to no good with no place to go but down.

I'm up to no good with no place to go but down.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

Gettin' it on to the grave spot, gettin' it on, gettin' it on, gettin' it on.

We up to no good with no place to go but down. (ugh, ugh, ugh)

We up to no good with no place to go but down.

We up to no good with no place to go but down.

We up to no good with no place to go but down.

We up to no good with no place to go but down.

We up to no good with no place to go but down.

We up to no good with no place to go but down.

We up to no good with no place to go....

--FLC, Come Find Yourself (1996)