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[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 ([Cypress Hill] Some motherfucker's out robbin your home) 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 death [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 Letras de canciones [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 death, 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 nigga Just to keep the focus Fucking up the tracks like the Fist of the White Lotus Catch a triptychnosis If you ever try to smoke this Grave-digga! (Grave-diggers!!!) From Letras Mania