Intro:
One two
One two
You're ready?
Yo, this one goes out to prince paul, my man fruitkwan
The gatekeeper, prince rakeem and last but not least
The grymreaper
[some motherf**er's out robbin your home (cypress hill)]
As your soul enters the next stage
Reality becomes obsolete
You have nothing to fear, nothin to fear
Walking in the shadows you realize
That live is nothing but a fog of animated d**h
[grave-diggers!!!]
And to my right it's the one that they call, the grym reaper
Verse one: too poetic/grym reaper
Sparks through the dark, i'm diggin in the dirt
Or diggin in your brains or your skirt
Burying the past is a very hard task
I make loot and now everybody's diggin up dirt
I spark the night like a rasta with reefer
And to my right is the gatekeeper
Verse two: fruitkwan/gatekeeper
Here comes the one, the one wicked sun from the slums
That's how i do when the gravedigga crew comes for
Example, leaving corpses blissed
Half hypnotized with my mark on their wrist
The protecta, spector of d**h, the selecta
Is the rza, the rza, the rzarecta
Verse three: rzarector/the rza
The bloody, ferocious, attack, hits the body
Explosive diagnosis, it's fatal like multiple sclerosis
Oh it's, not the hocus-pocus, gravedigga n***a
Just to keep the focus
f**ing up the tracks like the fist of the white lotus
Catch a triptychnosis
If you ever try to smoke this
Grave-digga!
[grave-diggers!!!]