[Intro: The Grym Reaper]
No more dead-end streets
Gravediggaz, dark angels
Appearing out the fog
Reappearing every millennium
Frukwan, the Gatekeep, Sun Star
Hit it up, yo

[Chorus: The Gatekeeper]
How many's willing? Ready for the war?
Permit the killing, what if it's your own nasty villain?
What do you do?
Do you kill him?

[Verse 1: The Gatekeeper]
Created from a cumulus, [?] shots are numerous
Dangerous combating, when I kill, it's no accident
Punch hole through your abdomen, pluck your vein instrument
Prevent, my thought waves travel infinite
Periodically I generate, natural intake
7 and a half ounce brain, 5% body weight
Repetitious, the bishop, he only enter the vicious
Sleeping with your misses, tapping that ass vicious
Squeeze time, a pressure motherfuckers couldn't measure
The dead body severed, fingers are dismembered
Hair follicles point of Rap wrapped in iodine
Wrapped in a adhesive, body found upon the ground of Egypt
Jamaica, the only maker Earth shaker
Natural disaster, hemispheric master
Master crater size hole, n***as that wanna fold, blow
Transport threaten your fucking life support
Petroleum n***as up on the podium
Figure, how many n***as rode with Gravediggaz, n***a?
[Break: The Grym Reaper]
Yo, next up
Grym Reap, Poetic, Tony Titanium

[Verse 2: The Grym Reaper]
Criminal record, never had one, never made none
Never grab guns and blaze them just for fun
I'm military trained, not considered very vain
Out to kill up every frame within the skill of my brain
When I peep certain cats on the block, I know they plot
How to get what I got 'cause we travel a lot
Doing hip-hop in spots that get hot
They figure we get knots, a few bad apples'll lick shot
And shit stops, the Most High supply human life out of his gift shop
34 years upon the brick top
Tryna survive, it's just wild as elephant's stampede to see
Fans leave as someone in the audience, clans bleed
They can't breath, after the next man squeeze
And this girl is like, "Please!"
Someone, get a paramedic, the ghetto drama's pathetic
More black armor shredded
I need peace, peace of mind, peace and quiet
Piece of the pie, piece of the action to acquire
A nice piece of real estate when I need escape
A pen and a piece of paper to plot my next caper
Up in the safe haven, smoking peace pipes
As peeps try to peace treaty and we be
Using the Sun as a time piece, dime pieces in two piece bikinis
That give me a piece of ass whenever they see me
What the dealy behind the whole plot?
As I carry a piece to protect my flock
Can't throw rocks while enemies toke Glocks
The human animal brain lock and we go into shock, shock, shock
[Chorus: The Gatekeeper]
How many's willing? Ready for the war?
Permit the killing, what if it's your own nasty villain?
What do you do?
Do you kill him?
How many's willing? Ready for the war?
Permit the killing, what if it's your own nasty villain?
What do you do?
Do you kill him?
How many's willing? Ready for the war?
Permit the killing, what if it's your own nasty villain?
What do you do?
Do you kill him?

[Outro: Nas]
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic check is life or death—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic check is life or death—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic check is life or death—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic check is life or death—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic—"
"My—"
"My mic—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic—"
"My—"
"My mic—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic—"
"My—"
"My mic—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My—"
"My mic—"
"My mic check is life or death, breathin' a sniper's breath"