[Gatekeeper]
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In '97 don't be alarmed, Gravediggaz drop
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(Da Bomb! Da Bomb! Da Bomb!)
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G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!)
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I, double G, A to the zig zag Z
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Droppin' (Da Bomb!)
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[Grym Reaper]
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Ay yo I really hate snakes
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I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face
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But that would be exhibitin' the same weak traits
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Shit is deep like bass, enemies get beat, lock breaks
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From dusk to dawn I thrust upon the scene
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Always conscious I was born supreme
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No wonder I run with a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
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thousand convicts
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Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
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With nullified beef and combat swamp rats
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And ghetto playgrounds where scenes is tragic
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Everyday seein' decayin' brown fabrics (Da Bomb!)
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A thirty pound addict with a hundred dollar day habit
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True Master! Broadcast the havocism I'm babblin'
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Mic's turnin' to javelins
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Stabbin' MCs in the abdomen and laughin' at 'em (Hahahahaha!)
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[Gatekeeper]
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Gravediggaz a cannibal for swoops and bats
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Sweat rocks as the jock and they counter react
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Occupation i'm a blizzard, Gate Keep freak the reason
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For the break, I been around as long as the Rza
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The ripper, graveyards known for plenty more
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Rugged raw, puttin' hardcore kicks on double doors
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Your future's at stake, big mistake
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You moved! (Da Bomb!) Mmm-mm you can't escape, checkmate
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The flashy nigga, underground digga
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Nigga think his head big enough, I make it bigga
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The trank, I bust all blank, when I intake
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There forsake, my lyrics are fatter then Phil Brakes
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The bed rocker, snatch doctor
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This little Bagandian rocker
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I'm Phantom of the Opera
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Check it, the mic is my crystal ball
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And when I'm on it I'm open like a pore
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You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at
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While you bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!)
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Mmmm now what you gonna do, kid
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Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!)
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Mmmm to my bigga niggas
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Representing Gravediggaz worldwide stars drop the (Da Bomb!)
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Mmmm don't be alarmed
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Your persona ain't on from the three alarm from the (Da Bomb!)
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G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!)
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I, double G, A to the zig zag Z
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Droppin' (Da Bomb!)
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[Grym Reaper]
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I possess intellect to reflect
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One of the best flows
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Within the metro-politan
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Got more styles than a Chinaman
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Anywhere ya find the Grym
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My mind I bring
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Disaster to areas
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Faster than spots in Iraq that got blown from aircraft carriers
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Carry your whack ass outta my war zone
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Or get slapped in the jaw bone
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From the megawatts of the raw pone
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Missed the tour rooms through
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Cities and stadiums, halls and Paladiums
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All over the Mediteranean Seas
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I'm terrorizin' MCs like an Iranian
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Seizin' a Boeing 747
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24/7 we're flowin' professionally
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You see spots keep glowin' at the Gravediggaz showin'
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We master the art exceptionally
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[Gatekeeper]
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No doubt when I precipitate the walls vibration
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Thought skies cover your fake ass lacerations
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Check it, forever your rest, black hood the event
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Brothers in the New York streets that represent
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Squeeze ya coal, 32 below
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Send a chill through your bow
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Catch your fuckin' nerve like a snow cone
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You get stuffed like an envelope, yo
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Won't even think twice, I'll slice the fuckin' rope
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Save your salvation
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Ruin your reputation
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Get ready for a brief devastation
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Forty clicks up the creek
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If I hear a squeek
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The nigga Gate Keep never ever retreats
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Brooklyn street perpendicular
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The order for manslaughter is vehicular
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Terrified flashbacks
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Gaspin' for your airsac
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The mere factor of unleashin' my second chapter
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You say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at
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While your bustin' caps I drop the (Da Bomb!)
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Now what ya gonna do kid
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Where ya gonna run son when I drop the (Da Bomb!)
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(Da Bomb!)
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Yo, Gravediggaz, The Undertaker, Gate Keep, Rzarector, Grym Reap
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Collectively droppin' (Da Bomb!)
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G, R, A, V, E, D (Da Bomb!)
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I, double G, A to the zig zag Z
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Da Bomb
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Gravediggaz |