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)      Aiyo, 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      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 kick on double doors   Your future's at stake, big mistake, you moved   (Da bomb)      Mmm, 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 pore      Yo, 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)      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      No doubt, when I precipitate the walls vibration   Dark 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   We order for manslaughter is vehicular   Terrified flashbacks, gaspin' for your air sac   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