One two
 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 Grymreaper
 [Some [bad word] s out robbin your home (Cypress Hill)]

 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 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

 Verse Two: [bad word] 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 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 [bad word]  Just to keep the focus
 [bad word] up the tracks like the Fist of the White Lotus
 Catch a triptychnosis
 If you ever try to smoke this
 Grave-digga!
 [Grave-diggers!!!]