Mommy, What's a Gravedigga?

Lyrics for Mommy, What's a Gravedigga?

One, two, you're ready? Yo, this one goes out to Prince Paul My man Frukwan, The Gatekeeper Prince Rakeem And last but not least, The Grym Reaper (Some motherfucker's out robbin' your home) As your soul enters the next stage Reality becomes obsolete You have nothing to fear, nothin' to fear Walking in the shadows you realize That life is nothing but a form of animated death (Gravediggaz) And to my right is the one that they call, The Grym Reaper Sparks through the dark, I'm diggin' in the dirt Or diggin' in your brains or your skirt Burying the past is a very hard task I make loot and now everybody's diggin' up dirt I spark the night like a rasta with reefer And to my right is The Gatekeeper Here comes the one, the one wicked son from the slums That's how I do when the Gravedigga crew comes for Example, leaving carcass bliss Half hypnotized with my mark on their wrist The protector, spector of death, the selecta It's the RZA, the RZA, yo, RZArecta The bloody, ferocious, attack, hits the body Explosive diagnosis, it's fatal like multiple sclerosis Oh, it's not the hocus-pocus Gravedigga nigga, just to keep the focus Fucking up the tracks like the Fist of the White Lotus Catching trichinosis if you ever try to smoke this (Gravediggaz, Gravediggaz)