Gravediggaz
6 Feet Deep
Mommy, What's A Gravedigga?
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 Grym Reaper
(Some motherfucker's out robbin your home)
[The Undertaker]
As your soul enters the next stage
Reality becomes obsolete
You have nothin to fear, nothin to fear
Walking in the shadows
You realize that life is nothing but a form of animated death
(Grave... diggaz!!)
And to my right is the one that they call the Grym Reaper, the Grym Reaper
[Grym Reaper]
Sparks through the dark, I'm diggin in the dirt
I dig, gettin your brains on your skirt
Buryin the past is a very hard task
I made loot and now everybody's diggin up dirt
I spark the night like a rasta with reefer
And to my right is the Gatekeeper
[Gatekeeper]
Here comes the one, the one wicked son 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 protector, spector of death, the selector
Is the RZA, the RZA, the Rzarector
[Rzarector]
The bloody, ferocious, attack, hits the body
Explosive diagnosis, it's fatal like multiple sclerosis
Oh it's, not the hocus-pocus
Gravedigga nigga
Best to keep the focus
Fuckin up the tracks like the Fist of the White Lotus
Catch a triptychnosis if you ever try to smoke this
Gravedigga!
(Grave... diggaz!!)
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