Da Bomb

[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!)

[Grym Reaper]

Ay yo 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 (Hahahahaha!)

[Gatekeeper]

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 kicks on double doors

Your future's at stake, big mistake

You moved! (Da Bomb!) Mmm-mm 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

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!)

[Grym Reaper]

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

[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 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

The order for manslaughter is vehicular

Terrified flashbacks

Gaspin' for your airsac

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