In '97 don't be alarmed  Gravediggaz drop
 (Da Bomb! Da Bomb! Da Bomb!)
 G  R  A  V  E  D (Da Bomb!)
 I  double G  A to the zig zag Z
 Droppin' (Da Bomb!)

 [Grym Reaper]
 Ay yo I really hate snakes
 I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face
 But that would be exhibitin' the same weak traits
 Shit is deep like bass  enemies get beat  lock breaks
 From dusk to dawn I thrust upon the scene
 Always conscious I was born supreme
 No wonder I run with a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
 thousand convicts
 Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
 With nullified beef and combat swamp rats
 And ghetto playgrounds where scenes is tragic
 Everyday seein' decayin' brown fabrics (Da Bomb!)
 A thirty pound addict with a hundred dollar day habit
 True Master! Broadcast the havocism I'm babblin'
 Mic's turnin' to javelins
 Stabbin' MCs in the abdomen and laughin' at 'em (Hahahahaha!)

 [Gatekeeper]
 Gravediggaz a cannibal for swoops and bats
 Sweat rocks as the jock and they counter react
 Occupation i'm a blizzard, Gate Keep freak the reason
 For the break, I been around as long as the Rza
 The ripper, graveyards known for plenty more
 Rugged raw, puttin' hardcore kicks on double doors
 Your future's at stake, big mistake
 You moved! (Da Bomb!) Mmm-mm you can't escape, checkmate
 The flashy nigga, underground digga
 Nigga think his head big enough, I make it bigga
 The trank, I bust all blank, when I intake
 There forsake, my lyrics are fatter then Phil Brakes
 The bed rocker, snatch doctor
 This little Bagandian rocker
 I'm Phantom of the Opera
 Check it, the mic is my crystal ball
 And when I'm on it I'm open like a mall

 You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at
 While you bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!)
 Mmmm now what you gonna do, kid
 Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!)
 Mmmm to my bigga niggas
 Representing Gravediggaz worldwide stars drop the (Da Bomb!)
 Mmmm don't be alarmed
 Your persona ain't on from the three alarm from the (Da Bomb!)
 G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!)
 I, double G, A to the zig zag Z
 Droppin' (Da Bomb!)

 [Grym Reaper]
 I possess intellect to reflect
 One of the best flows
 Within the metro-politan
 Got more styles than a Chinaman
 Anywhere ya find the Grym
 My mind I bring
 Disaster to areas
 Faster than spots in Iraq that got blown from aircraft carriers
 Carry your whack ass outta my war zone
 Or get slapped in the jaw bone
 From the megawatts of the raw pone
 Missed the tour rooms through
 Cities and stadiums, halls and Paladiums
 All over the Mediteranean Seas
 I'm terrorizin' MCs like an Iranian
 Seizin' a Boeing 747
 24/7 we're flowin' professionally
 You see spots keep glowin' at the Gravediggaz showin'
 We master the art exceptionally

 [Gatekeeper]
 No doubt when I precipitate the walls vibration
 Thought skies cover your fake ass lacerations
 Check it, forever your rest, black hood the event
 Brothers in the New York streets that represent
 Squeeze ya coal, 32 below
 Send a chill through your bow
 Catch your fuckin' nerve like a snow cone
 You get stuffed like an envelope, yo
 Won't even think twice, I'll slice the fuckin' rope
 Save your salvation
 Ruin your reputation
 Get ready for a brief devastation
 Forty clicks up the creek
 If I hear a squeek
 The nigga Gate Keep never ever retreats
 Brooklyn street perpendicular
 The order for manslaughter is vehicular
 Terrified flashbacks
 Gaspin' for your airsac
 The mere factor of unleashin' my second chapter

 You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at
 While your bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!)
 Now what ya gonna do kid
 Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!)
 (Da Bomb!)
 Yo, Gravediggaz, The Undertaker, Gate Keep, Rzarector, Grym Reap
 Collectively droppin' (Da Bomb!)
 G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!)
 I, double G, A to the zig zag Z