Mommy, What's a Gravedigga?

Intro: One two
 One two
 You're ready? Yo, this one goes out to Prince Paul, my man Fruitkwanthe Gatekeeper, Prince Rakeem and last but not leastthe Grymreaper
 [Some motherfucker's out robbin your home (Cypress Hill)]
 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
 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 forexample, leaving corpses blissedhalf 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 RZAThe 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!]