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Graveyard
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Underground Rap
Graveyard was released on May 1, 2026 by Evil Ebenezer Music as a part of the album Graveyard - Single
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Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelEvil Ebenezer Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM85

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Evil Ebenezer
Evil Ebenezer
Rap
C-Lance
C-Lance
Drums
K-Prez
K-Prez
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Lanciani
Craig Lanciani
Composer
Gaelan Bleasdale
Gaelan Bleasdale
Songwriter
Kyle Pressley
Kyle Pressley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
C-Lance
C-Lance
Producer
Nato
Nato
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, look man
There's a storm brewing over the horizon, son
It's the final countdown, yeah, the time's begun
It's uh, now or never, yeah, my time has come
Better prepare for war, ain't no time for fun
Eyes on the road, knuckles white as snow
Cold lines in my nose like icicles
The highs and lows, the miles that I drove
Just to get back home with my tires all blown
Ain't no turning back, had to get this money right
Every night I ask the Lord for some sunny skies
I slid from the North Shore to Champlain Heights
In my '89 Olds with a busted tail light
Called up my Russians in the West by the bridge
They came here in '89 when they fled from Berlin
They took me under their wing and treated me like kin
Then one day they vanished like some ghosts in the wind
Yeah, meet me in the graveyard, meet me in the graveyard
By the fence with a wrench and a chainsaw
By the Brownsville pub by the train yard
Rip your face off like Nic Cage in Face/Off
Little shorty saw me hard, that's a brainwash
It's a cakewalk, I got the game locked
I'm the name that they say when they name drop
I put the pain on my tape 'til my veins pop
We're not taking any pictures with you suckers on the benches
Talk to my apprentice, he's a menace with a sentence
Rotten to the core from the wars in the desert
Put a huge hole through your mouth like a dentist
It all came in a dream one night
Laying in bed, feet sore from chasing this bread
I should be taking my meds and making new friends
Not breaking my legs chasing all these dead ends
When will it end? Closed off, still in the den
Pressure that I've applied hit deep as a dent
Did a lot of wrongdoing so I vent and repent
I don't feel right if I never make an attempt
Private life, so you not welcome to this event
Exclusive, you're too elusive with the things you pretend
It's make believe, making rounds to round up a percent
Spit on fire, the reason they say I'm a hell of a gent
Two dapple, went to school with the tool clappers
Out to chase the root but don't chase what the fool's after
Light speed, years away, the future is past, yo
Church in the wild, should really go see a pastor
They passed something to me that got darker than castor
I stood the test of time like castle bastards
Toxic ass world is a hazard
Put it in the graveyard and don't dig up that casket
Meet me in the graveyard, meet me in the graveyard
By the fence with a wrench and a chainsaw
By the Brownsville pub by the train yard
Rip your face off like Nic Cage in Face/Off
Little shorty saw me hard, that's a brainwash
It's a cakewalk, I got the game locked
I'm the name that they say when they name drop
I put the pain on my tape 'til my veins pop
Written by: Craig Lanciani, Gaelan Bleasdale, Kyle Pressley
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