[Intro: Prince Paul/The Undertaker]
One, two, you're ready?
Yo, this one goes out to Prince Paul
My man [bad word]  The Gatekeeper
Prince Rakeem
And last but not least, The Grym Reaper
(Some [bad word] #39;s out robbin' your home)

As your soul enters the next stage
Reality [bad word] obsolete
You have nothing to fear, nothin' to fear
Walking in the shadows you realize
That live is nothing but a form of animated death
(Gravediggaz)
And to my right is the one that they call, The Grym Reaper

[Verse 1: Too Poetic/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

[Verse 2: [bad word] The Gatekeeper]
 [bad word] the one, the one wicked sun from the slums
That's how I do when the Gravedigga [bad word] for
Example, leaving carcass bliss
Half hypnotized with my mark on their wrist
The protecta, spector of death, the selecta
Here's the RZA, the RZA, yo RZArecta

[Verse 3: RZA/Rzarector]
The bloody, ferocious, attack, hits the body
Explosive diagnosis, it's fatal like multiple sclerosis
Oh it's, not the hocus-pocus
Gravedigga [bad word]  just to keep the focus
 [bad word] up the tracks like the Fist of the White Lotus
Catching trichinosis If you ever try to smoke this
(Gravediggaz, Gravediggaz)