Da Bomb

Lyrics

[Intro: The 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) [Verse 1: The Grym Reaper] Aiyo, I really hate snakes I feel like bustin' off rounds in they face But that would be exhibiting the same weak traits Shit is deep like bass, enemies get beat like breaks From dusk to dawn I thrust upon the scene Always conscious I was born supreme No wonder I run with a hundred forty three Nine hundred and ninety nine thousand convicts Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets We nullified beef and combat swamp rats And ghetto playgrounds where scenes is tragic Everyday seeing decaying brown fabrics (Da bomb) A thirty pound addict with hundred dollar a day habits True Master broadcast the havoc as I'm battling, mics turning to javelins Stabbing MCs in the abdomen and laughing at 'em (Hahahahaha!) [Verse 2: The Gatekeeper] Gravediggaz, a cannibal for spooks and bats Sweat box left the jock, many counter-react Occupation, I'm a blizzard, Gatekeep freak the wizzes vertebrae I been around as long as the RZA The ripper, graveyards known for plenty more Rugged raw, putting 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 digger Nigga think his head big enough, I make it bigger The trank, I'll bust off blanks when I intake Devastate, my lyrics are fatter then Phil Brakes The bed rocker, sledge docker Mix a little Bacardi and vodka, 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 port [Chorus: The Gatekeeper] 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 bigger 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) [Verse 3: The Grym Reaper] I posses intellect to reflect One of the best flows within the metro-politan Got more styles than a Chinaman Anywhere you find the Grym, my mind'll bring Disaster to areas faster than spots In Iraq that got blown from aircraft carriers Carry your wack-ass out of my war zone Or get slapped in the jaw bone From the megawatts of the raw poem as the tour rooms through Cities and stadiums, halls and palladiums All over the Mediterranean Seas I'm terrorizing MCs like an Iranian Seizin' a Boeing 747 24/7 we're flowing professionally You see spots keep glowing at the Gravediggaz showing We master the art exceptionally [Verse 4: The Gatekeeper] No doubt when I precipitate the wall's 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 your coal, 32 below, send a chill through your bone 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 squeak The nigga Gatekeep never ever retreats Brooklyn streets perpendicular Were order for manslaughter is vehicular Terrified flashbacks, gasping for your airsac The mere factor of unleashing my second chapter [Chorus: The Gatekeeper] 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)? [Outro: The Gatekeeper] Yo, Gravediggaz The Undertaker, Gatekeep, RZArector, Grym Reap Collectively droppin' (Da bomb) G-R-A-V-E-D- (Da bomb) -I-double-G-A-to-the-zig-zag-Z