[Intro: Gatekeeper]
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!)

[Verse 1: Grym Reaper]
Aiyo, I really hate snakes
I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face
But that would be exhibiting the same weak traits
Shit is deep like bass, enemies get beat like breaks
From dusk to dawn I thrust upon the scene
Always conscious I was born supreme
No wonder I run with a hundred forty three
Nine hundred and ninety nine thousand convicts
Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
We nullified beef and combat swamp rats
And ghetto playgrounds where scenes is tragic
Everyday seeing decaying brown fabrics (Da Bomb!)
A thirty pound addict with a hundred dollar day habit
True Master! Broadcast the havocism I'm babbling
Mic's turning to javelins stabbing MCs in the abdomen and laughing at 'em (Hahahahaha!)

[Verse 2: Gatekeeper]
Gravediggaz a cannibal for swoops and bats
Sweat rocks as the jock and they counterreact
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, putting 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 n***a, underground digger
N***a think his head big enough, I make it bigger
The trank, I'll bust off blanks when I intake
Devastate, my lyrics are fatter then Phil Brakes
The bed rocker, sledge docker
Mix a little Bacardi and vodka, 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 port
[Chorus: Gatekeeper]
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 bigger n***as reepresenting 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!)

[Verse 3: Grym Reaper]
I posses intellect to reflect
One of the best flows within the metropolitan
Got more styles than a Chinaman
Anywhere you find the Grym, my mind'll bring
Disaster to areas faster than spots
In Iraq that got blown from aircraft carriers
Carry your wackass out of my war zone
Or get slapped in the jaw bone
From the megawatts of the raw poem as the tour rooms through
Cities and stadiums, halls and palladiums
All over the Mediterranean Seas
I'm terrorizing MCs like an Iranian
Seizin' a Boeing 747
24/7 we're flowing professionally
You see spots keep glowing at the Gravediggaz showing
We master the art exceptionally
[Verse 4: 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 your 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 squeak
The n***a Gate Keep never ever retreats
Brooklyn streets perpendicular
Were order for manslaughter is vehicular
Terrified flashbacks, gasping for your airsac
The mere factor of unleashing my second chapter

[Chorus]
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