Mommy, What's A Gravedigga? Lyrics - Gravediggaz

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)