One two, one two   You're ready? 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      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 fog of animated death   (Gravediggaz)   And to my right it's the one that they call   The Grym Reaper, the 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, the 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 RZA recta      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   Gravedigga   (Gravediggaz)