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+**************************************************
+Liquid Swords[Skit: Gibran Evans]
+When I was little, my father was famous
+He was the greatest samurai in the empire
+And he was the Shogun's decapitator
+He cut off the heads of 131 lords
+It was a bad time for the empire
+The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he never came out
+People said his brain was infected by devils
+My father would come home, he would forget about the killings
+He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him
+Maybe that was the problem
+Then, one night, the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house
+They were supposed to kill my father but they didn't
+That was the night everything changed
+
+[Intro: RZA]
+See, sometimes
+You gotta flash 'em back
+See, niggas don't know where this shit started
+Y'all know where it came from
+I'm sayin', we gonna take y'all back to the source
+Do the knowledge, yo
+
+[Chorus: RZA + GZA]
+When the MCs came to live out the name
+And to perform, some had
+To snort cocaine, to act insane
+Before Pete Rocked it on
+Now on with the mental plane, to spark the brain
+With the building to be born
+Yo, RZA, flip the track with the what to cut
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+Fake niggas get flipped in mic fights
+I swing swords and cut clowns
+Shit is too swift to bite, you record and write it down
+I flow like the blood on a murder scene
+Like a syringe, on some wild out shit to insert a fiend
+But it was your op. to shop stolen art
+Catch a swollen heart from not rollin' smart
+I put mad pressure on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
+Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirts
+That's minimum and feminine like sandals
+My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
+Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
+With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
+That attack, the mic-phones like cyclones or typhoon
+I represent from midnight to high noon
+I don't waste ink, nigga, I think
+I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
+'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
+Through clouds of smoke of natural blends of weed
+Only under one circumstance, that's if I'm blunted
+Turn that shit up, my Clan in Da Front want it
+
+[Chorus]
+Now, when the MCs came to live out the name
+And to perform, some had
+To snort cocaine, to act insane
+Before Pete Rocked it on
+Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain
+With the building to be born
+Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+I'm on a Mission that niggas say is Impossible
+But when I swing my swords, they all choppable
+I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
+Child educator, plus head amputator
+'Cause niggas' styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
+Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers
+Don't even stop in my station and attack
+While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak
+What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
+I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
+'Round the clock, that state pen time, check it
+But the pens I be stickin' with, you can't state the crime
+Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
+I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
+Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
+Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
+It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
+So deep, it's picked up on radios in tunnels
+Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin
+Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
+
+[Chorus]
+When the MCs came to live out the name
+And to perform, some had
+To snort cocaine, to act insane
+Before Pete Rocked it on
+Now on with the mental plane, to spark the brain
+With the building to be born
+Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to cut
+**************************************************
+4th Chamber[Intro]
+Choose the sword, and you will join me
+Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
+You don't understand my words, but you must choose
+(Baby gurgling)
+So... come, boy, choose life or death
+
+[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
+The only man a ho wait for
+Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in '83 rocked Tale Lords
+My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
+Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
+Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with raccoons
+Corner-sittin' wine niggas sippin' Apple Boone
+This ain't no white cartoon
+'Cause I be duckin' crazy spades
+The kid hold white shit like blacks rock ashy legs
+Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
+Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept?
+Stand up, you're out of luck like two dogs stuck
+Ironman be sippin' rum out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
+Noriega, aimin' nozzles, stay windy in Chicago
+Spine-tingle, mind boggles
+Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
+Gimme mine before Po wrap you up in so-and-so
+I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the Great, Henry the 8th
+Built with Genghis Khan, the red suede Wally Don
+
+[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
+I judge wisely as if nothin' ever surprise me
+Loungin' between two pillars of ivory
+I'm lively, my dome piece is like building stones in Greece
+Our poems are deep, from ancient thrones I speak
+I'm overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm
+My eye's the visions, memory is the film
+Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above cloud
+They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
+No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
+Clutch they fists and throw up signs like a Crip
+And throw all types of fit
+I leave 'em split like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Aiyo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scalin' your building
+No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children
+A hit was sent from the President to raid your residence
+Because you had secret evidence and documents
+On how they raped the continents and lynched the prominent
+Dominant Islamic, Asiatic, black Hebrew
+The year 2002, the battle's filled with the Wu
+Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
+Or the Ebola virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
+You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
+Unloyal snakes get thrown in boilin' lakes of hot oil
+Up boils your skin, chickenheads gettin' slim like Olive Oyl
+Only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
+Fortified with essential vitamin and minerals
+Use the sky for a blanket, stuffin' clouds inside my pillow
+Rollin' with the Lamb, Twelve Tribes a 144,000 chosen
+Protons-Electrons-Always-Cause-Explosions
+
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+The bank's a G, all CREAM downs a bet
+Money feed good, opposites off the set
+It ain't hard to see my seeds need God-degree
+I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
+I'm on some tax-free shit by any means
+Whether bounty-hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
+I learned much from such swift cons who run scams
+Veterans got the game spiced like ham
+And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
+Clips are fully loaded and then blood floods the lawn
+Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
+That made me truncate the length one-tenth
+Woofers thump, tweeters hiss like air pumps
+RZA shaved the track, niggas caught razor bumps
+Scarred tryin' to figure who invented
+This unprecedented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
+Now, watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
+'Cause I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short-fused
+**************************************************
+Shadowboxin’[Intro: Method Man]
+Special technique- (Nigga, fuck that)
+Spe-special technique of shadowboxin' (Goddamn)
+The GZA, uh, goddamn (Uh, the GZA)
+Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Uh, goddamn, the Method, uh)
+I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop, allegiance to the hip-hop (Goddamn, Maximillion, Maximillion, uh)
+Yeah, yeah (Uh)
+Johnny Blaze
+I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (What?)
+Maximillion, Maximillion, Maximillion
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+I breaks it down to the bone gristle
+Ill speakin' scud missile, heat-seekin'
+Johnny Blazin', nightmares like Wes Craven
+Niggas gunnin', my third eye seen it comin' before it happened
+You know about them fuckin' Staten kids, they smashin'
+Everything, huh, in any shape form or fashion
+Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin', hmm
+Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? Hmm
+Talkin' out yo' asshole
+You should have learnt about the flow and peasy Afro
+Ticallion stallion, the chinky-eye and snot-nosed
+From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
+I keeps it movin', know just what the fuck I'm doin'
+Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozin'
+Slip the cardiac, arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
+Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my steez
+Burnin' to the third degree
+Sneaky ass alley cat, top pedigree
+The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
+You don't like it? Dick up in you, fuck ya
+
+[Interlude: Method Man]
+Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin (That's right, all you corny-ass rap motherfuckers)
+The special technique of shadowboxing (Better go back and check your fucking stacks)
+Because your naps ain't nappy enough (Shadowboxing)
+And your reach ain't rugged enough, bitch
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+Yo, I slayed MCs back in the rec room era
+My style broke motherfuckin' backs like Ken Patera
+Most rap niggas came loud but unheard
+Once I pulled out, round 'em off to the nearest third
+Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait
+Flood the seminar, tryna orbit this corporate
+Industry, but what them niggas can't see
+Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
+Protect ya neck, my sword still remains imperial
+Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
+We reign all year 'round from June to June
+While niggas bite immediately, if not soon
+Set the lynchin', inform the execution date
+As this 2000 beyond slang suffocate
+Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions
+Cause RZA to charge niggas twenty G's a session
+
+[Verse 3: Method Man]
+When my mind start to clickin'
+And the strategy is mastered, the plot thicken
+This be that Wu shit
+I don't give a cotton-pickin' fuck
+About a brother tryna size a nigga up, I hold my own
+Hard-hat, protect the dome
+Look at mama's baby boy actin' like he grown
+No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
+Killa bee that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin', son
+Wu brother number one
+Protect your neck, flyin' guillotines, here they come
+Bloody bastards, hard times and killer tactics
+Spittin' words plus semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
+Novel from the genie bottle
+Hit the clutch, shift the gear, now full throttle
+Time to bungee to the next episode, I keeps it grungy
+Hand on my nut sack and spittin' lunghies
+At a wack nigga that don't understand the fact
+When it come to RZA tracks, I don't know how to act
+Real rap from the Stat', Killa Hill Projects, how to be exact
+Break it down, all in together now
+Things are gettin' good, lookin' better now
+...and some other shit
+
+[Outro]
+Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
+The special, special, special, special technique of shadowboxing
+Shadowboxing
+Allow me to demonstrate the—
+**************************************************
+Duel of the Iron Mic[Intro]
+Oh, mad one, we see your trap
+You can never escape your fate
+Submit with honor to a duel with my son
+I agree
+
+I see you're using an old style
+I wondered where you'd learned it from
+You know very well, it's yours too
+Heh, I had forgotten, will you show me?
+And what have you come for?
+You come here, since you're so interested - fight me
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+Yo, picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts
+Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
+Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
+Slow-moving MCs is waiting for the editing
+The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
+A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry
+Herbal vapors and biblical papers
+Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush
+Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression
+Leaves impression, try to keep a shark nigga guessing
+Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome
+Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
+Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings
+Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
+I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
+On July 4th, from Bed-Stuy
+Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's
+Who cut-throat to rake leaves
+They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast
+Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver
+
+[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Duel of the Iron Mic!
+It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+This is not a '85 affair made clear
+When the Gods get on to perform storms blew up
+Wu's up, causing the crowd to self-destruct
+Killer Beez are stinging something while I reveal
+Science that's heavily guarded by the culprit
+Bombing your barracks with aerodynamic
+Swordplay, poison darts by the doorway
+Minds that's laced with explosive doses
+Damaging lyrical launcher
+Lunge at the youthful offender then injure
+Any contender, testing the murderous Master
+Could lead to disaster, dynamite thoughts
+Explode through your barrier, rips the retina
+Who can withstand the astonishing punishing
+Stings to the sternum, shocked in the Hip Hop livestock
+Seeking for a serum to cure 'em
+
+[Verse 3: Inspectah Deck]
+Adults kill for drugs plus the young bucks bust
+Ducking handcuffs, throats get cut when dough rush
+Out of town foes look shook but still pose
+We move like real pros through the streets we stroll
+Bullet holes lace the windows in one-six-oh
+So control the avenues that's the dream that's sold
+Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers
+Bitches caught in airports, keys in they vaginas
+No peace, yo the police mad corrupt
+You get bagged up, depending if you're passing the cut
+Plus shorty's not a shorty no more, he's living heartless
+Regardless of the charges, claims to be the hardest
+Individual, critical thoughts, criminal minded
+Blinded by illusion, finding it confusing
+
+[Hook]
+Duel of the Iron Mic!
+It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!
+Duel of the Iron Mic!
+It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!
+
+[Outro]
+Huh, Master, he must be dreaming, heh
+Well, if he is dreaming then he must be asleep
+And if he's asleep, then I will wake him up!
+
+At the height of their fame and glory, they turned on one another
+Each struggling in vain for ultimate supremacy
+In the passion and depth of their struggle
+The very art that had raised them to such Olympian heights was lost
+Their techniques vanished
+**************************************************
+Cold World[Intro: sample]
+“I had a bad dream”
+“Don’t be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams”
+“What a time you chose to be born in”
+
+[Chorus: Life]
+Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked
+Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+It was the night before New Year’s
+And all through the fuckin' projects
+Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC
+Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear
+And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
+You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight
+Fuck blue and white
+They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights
+Gunshots shatter first-floor window panes
+Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
+Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it
+Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
+But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses
+Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
+Linx was snatched off necks, left scars on throats
+Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
+Against those who felt the cold from the steel
+Made ‘em fold and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
+Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber
+No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his farmers
+And it’s bugged how some niggas catch slugs
+And pockets dug from everythin' except check stubs
+And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
+Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look
+For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas layin' on roof tops
+For his C.R.E.A.M he stashed in a shoebox
+But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
+You don’t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
+And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
+Those who try to flee, they hit the vertebrae
+Increase the murder rate
+Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then
+Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
+Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again
+Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington
+
+[Chorus: Life]
+Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked
+Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
+Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
+And seize packages and pocket the currency
+Cliques control strips, full clips are sprayed
+Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
+Madness strikes at twelve o’clock midnight
+Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
+And I stays harassed, scramblin' for petty cash
+Jakes on my ass, young bucks is learnin' fast
+Three-Fifteen-Sevens and Forty-Fours
+Bought inside corner stores, provide sparks for wars
+Hospital floors surrounded by the law
+Homicide questionin' while the Jakes guard the door
+My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
+‘Cause niggas’ main concern is C.R.E.A.M
+Some niggas in the jet-black Galant
+Shot up the Chinese restaurant for this kid named Lamont
+I thought he was dead, but instead, he missed the kid
+And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled
+Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast
+‘Cause the crime boss is passin' off cash
+Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef
+Havin' followers of Indians trying to play Chief
+You witness the saga, casualties and drama
+Life is a script; I’m not an actor
+But the author of a modern-day opera
+Where the main character is presidential papers, the dominant factor
+
+[Bridge: Life]
+You know, you had me
+With your sensuous charm
+But you looked so alarmed
+As I walked on by
+
+[Chorus x2: Life]
+Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked
+Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
+Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+**************************************************
+Living In The World Today[Intro: RZA & GZA]
+Yo yeah, check it out, son, check it out, son
+Yo Wu, can I get a soo?, live in the place to be
+You got the capital G, Z to the A, MC
+Givin' a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew, from the old school
+And we gonna take y'all back, know what I'm sayin'?
+Lyrical sorcerers right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop, son
+Yo, check it
+
+[Hook: GZA & RZA, Method Man]
+Well, if you livin' in the world today
+You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
+Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
+So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok
+Well, if you like the way it sound, then clap, man
+And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands
+But only raise your hands if you're sure
+Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
+Was too heavy for the Chevy's, is chased out the station
+Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it
+Gassed up, fuckin' with some regular unleaded shit
+Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that bind-in
+X marks the spot on the scope
+Heavily armed, military is necessary, it's a gamble
+MCs bet they best at every
+Powerful parable ditties might harm
+If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
+Flashbacks to the "Duel of the Iron Mic"
+Look out for these fatal flying spikes, so massive
+Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
+Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
+Now, who could ever say they heard of this?
+My motherfuckin' style is mad murderous
+
+[Hook: GZA & Method Man]
+Well, if you like the way it sound then clap man (clap man)
+And if the bitches love it too well then raise your hands (Come on)
+But only raise your hands if you're sure
+Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, yeah
+Well, if you livin' in the world today
+You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
+Niggas that front we don't have them (Have them)
+So we blast 'em, (Blaow!) alright, well okay
+
+[Pre-Verse: Method Man, GZA]
+Well, what you know about MCin'?
+Yo, I know a lot
+Well, can you demonstrate somethin', nigga?
+Huh, I'd rather not
+I'm talkin 'bout stacks, cousin
+Nigga, that's what I got
+Cash Rules the world
+Well, Cash Rules the spot
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed
+Of niggas who think it ain't like that
+MCs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
+Then, God struck, religious niggas call it "bad luck"
+Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
+Now, bees are stingin', yo, that niggas em-singin'
+I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards
+Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
+I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
+MCs be out like bank robbers
+Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
+DJ, the getaway driver
+Tried to dip, but he dive, I socialize on vocal vibes
+On tracks stabbed up with razor-sharp knives
+Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
+Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
+For fat tapes and then played out and out of date
+Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
+And from that point, the God made a statement
+Draftin' tracements, replacements in basements
+Materials in sheet-rock to sound proof the beatbox
+And microscopic optics received through the boxes
+Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
+Punchlines, that's unstoppable
+Ring like shots from Glocks that attract cops
+Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
+But we only increase if everything is peace
+Father You See King the police
+
+[Hook: GZA, Method Man, GZA & RZA]
+Well, if you livin' in the world today
+You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
+Niggas that front, we don't have 'em (Have them)
+So we blast 'em (blaow), alright, well, ok
+Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man (Clap, man)
+And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands (Uh huh, come on)
+But only raise your hands if you're sure
+Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, break it
+Well, if you livin' in the world today
+You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
+Niggas that front, we don't have 'em (Have them)
+So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok
+
+[Outro: GZA]
+The Wu-Tang say
+We don't handle 'em, alright, well okay
+The world today, the Wu-Tang say
+Niggas that front we don't handle 'em
+So we blast 'em, alright, well ok
+**************************************************
+Gold[Intro: Method Man]
+Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word
+Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
+Yo anybody get caught flinging over here
+I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted
+Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine
+Y'all need to step the fuck off
+Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real
+
+[Hook 1: GZA]
+Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough
+There is no cut that's pure enough
+I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
+Product must be sold to you
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina
+About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
+Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
+So I can blast a nigga and his boys, for what?
+He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
+Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock
+I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's
+Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
+I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire
+Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired
+Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
+And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe
+And while we set up camp, we got vamped
+Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
+Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee
+Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103
+He got swung on, his lungs was torn
+A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
+A regular on the block that played lookout
+For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out
+
+[Hook 2: GZA]
+No neighbourhood is rough enough
+There is no clip that's full enough
+I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
+Product must be sold to you
+Fiends ain't coming fast enough
+There is no cut that's pure enough
+I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
+Product must be sold to you
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with mega firearms
+Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a farm
+To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
+Like the last episode on gates, and other niggas
+Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick
+And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick
+His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors
+Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
+Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt
+For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
+His idols would lock down airports and extort
+Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort
+Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
+They move keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles
+The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
+And live large and bigger than my nigga
+Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room
+She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
+Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
+And still organizes crime and drug wars
+
+[Hook 3: GZA]
+Fiends ain't coming fast enough
+There is no cut that's pure enough
+I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
+Product must be sold to you
+No neighborhood is rough enough
+There is no clips that's full enough
+I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
+Product must be sold to you
+There's no cuffs that's tight enough
+There is no niggas that's fuck with us
+I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
+Product must be sold to you
+**************************************************
+Labels[Intro: RZA]
+Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin'?
+That be gettin' misinformed, thinkin' everythin' is everythin'
+You could just get yourself a little deal, whatever
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+You gonna get on, you gonna get rich
+And all these labels be tryin' to lure us in like spiders into the web
+You know what I'm sayin'?
+So sometimes, people gotta come out and speak up
+And let people understand
+That you know, you gotta read the labels, you gotta read the label
+If you don't read the Label, you might get poisoned
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Bomb these niggas, God!
+
+[Verse: GZA]
+Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy!
+When you fake moves on a nigga you employ
+We'll all emerge off your set, now you know God damn
+I show livin' large niggas how to flip a Def Jam
+And Ruff up the motherfuckin' House 'cause I smother
+You Cold Chillin' motherfuckers, I still Warner Brother
+I'm Ruthless, my clan don't have to act wild
+That shit is Jive, an old Sleeping Bag Profile
+The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty
+On the reel to reel, it wasn't from a Tuff City
+Niggas be game, thinkin' that they lyrical surgeons
+They know they mic's a phone to Virgin
+And if you ain't boned a mic, you couldn't hurt a bee
+That's like goin' to Venus drivin' a Mercury
+The Capitol of this rugged slang is Wu-Tang!
+Witty-Unpredictable Talent-And-Natural-Game
+I Death Row an MC with mic cables
+The Epic is that I Rush Associated Labels
+From East, West to ATCO, I bring it to a Next Plateau
+But I keep it phat, though
+Yo, I'm hittin' batters up with the Wild Pitch style
+I even show an Uptown MCA style
+Who thought he saw me on 4th & Broadway
+But I was out on the Island, bombin' MC's all day
+My Priority is that I'm First Priority
+I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority
+So look out for A&M, the Abbot and the Master!
+Breakin' down your Pendulum
+As I fiend MC's out with a blow that'll numb the a-
+-ppendix, I'm holdin' more weight than Columbia
+Index Interscope, we RCA
+Clan that's comin' with a plan to free a
+Slave of a mental death, MC, don't panic
+Throw that A&R nigga off the boat in the Atlantic
+Now, who's the Bad Boy character? Not from Arista
+But firin' weapons released on Geffen
+So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown
+My central broadcasting systems is low down
+And Dirty, like that Bastard
+It's gettin' drastic
+
+[Outro: GZA + (Masta Killa)]
+Read the label and say it loud
+Another Wu banger
+Thirty-six chambers, through your area
+(Yeah, the RZA, phat tracks on a disc)
+RZA-razor-RZA-razor sharp
+(Another Wu-Tang production, kid, comin' at ya)
+**************************************************
+Hell’s Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304[Drug dealing skit]
+RZA: Yes, the good life, you know?
+GZA: What the fuck is that, Hells Angels?
+MK:  Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels
+Tony Starks on the line one for Mr. Bobby Steels
+RZA: Steels over here, Steels over here
+Peace, Starks, what's goin' on, baby?
+Yeah, everything is lovely over here
+Yeah, Maximillion didn't show up yet
+I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
+GZA: You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit, right?
+RZA: Yeah, Greco is right in front of me right now
+Greco is standin' right here, yeah, he has a briefcase
+Oh, OK, OK I got you, aight, thanks
+DK: Bobby Steels
+RZA: Mr. Greco, good to see you, good to see you, good to see you
+DK: A pleasure
+RZA: So is everything OK? Is everything working as we planned?
+DK: Everything is workin' out, very nicely
+Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
+RZA: Do we have the cash?
+We don't have to talk that, hey, hey
+GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that Hells Angels bullshit!
+RZA: We got the cash
+You know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
+Uhm, let me ask you...
+GZA: The fuck outta here!
+DK: Do you have the full amount?
+Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
+GZA:  Fucking Hells bastards
+RZA: Let me ask you a question, Mr. Greco...
+Do you know a a Don Rodriguez?
+DK: I know no such person
+RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
+DK: I don't know who you're talkin' about
+RZA: Well, I think you do know him
+'Cause your fuckin' friend Don is down at 120 Precinct right now
+Singin' his fuckin' ass like a fuckin' bird
+The fuckin' guys is comin'
+DK: Do you believe him?
+
+[GZA]
+Life of a drug dealer
+Killah Hills 10304
+
+[Verse: GZA]
+Restaurant's on a stakeout, so order the food to take out
+Chaos outside of Sparks Steak House
+Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
+Nigga missed a wedding, late a fucking half-hour
+And his man who bought land from Tony Starks
+While he was contracting bricklaying jobs in city parks
+He's a loan shark, interest rate’s a grand, to a finger
+In the garment district, got it sewn like Singers
+'Cause all that talk blasphemy, this kid after me
+For the heist, in a Burlington coat factory
+Fuck it! He turned state's on my nigga, Castro, this copilot
+Who used to drop rice sacks of blow
+On this remote area we label Dead Man's Island
+Two hundred miles south from Thailand
+Right off the docks, I got luxurious, custom-made yachts
+Burial plots, for my niggas hit with fatal shots
+There's no need for us to spray up the scene
+I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
+Like my man, Muhammad from Afghanistan, grew up in Iran
+The nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand
+A wild Middle Eastern—bomb specialist
+Initiated at eleven to be a terrorist
+He set bombs in bottles of champagne
+And when niggas popped the cork—niggas lost half they brains
+Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half-a-key
+In his left leg, even underwent surgery
+They say his pirate limp gave him away
+As the Feds rushed him, coming through U.S. Customs
+Now look whose on the witness stand, singing
+A well known soprano, a smash hit from Sammy Gravano
+Here's the plan: Minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
+Half-time at the game, blasting niggas out the stands
+The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
+Photographs of they wives taking baths
+Along with briefcase filled with one point five—that's the bribe
+Take it or commit suicide
+First rule—anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria
+I want they small intestines ripped from they interior
+I got a price for those jewels, ship 'em freight cargo
+Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
+Reconstruct those processing plants for the call of Costa Rica
+Four hundred barrels of ether
+Two hundred pounds of reefer, and fifty immigrants with fake Visas
+
+[Outro: GZA]
+Life of a drug dealer
+Killah Hills 10304
+The saga continues
+**************************************************
+Investigative Reports[Intro: GZA]
+Here we go, come on
+
+[Excerpt from TV report]
+"A battle-A battle was fought, in Brooklyn..."
+"Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men; much of the fighting took place in what is now Prospect Park in Green-Wood Cemetery as well as the Park Slope and Gowanus neighborhoods."
+"This was the first battle of America."
+
+[Interlude: U-God]
+Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
+Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
+Backstabbers, low blowers
+Illegal... cocaine growers
+Starvation, profanity
+Anxiety, brothers trying me
+Gun slingers, dead ringers
+
+[Verse 1: Raekwon]
+Yo, my slang's out of this world
+Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
+Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young
+Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
+Roll together, tropical trees puff, whatever
+Yo we could go run up on, kids for leathers
+What drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's
+Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
+Word up, hold your head before you fall out
+The morgue route, the devil want that
+Let's get my niggas locked all out
+Change for better, that be my only vendetta
+With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing indeed right
+Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gats
+Never get jacked, see ya then move black
+Paradise trife, plush with much ice
+Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my life; word up!
+
+[Excerpt from TV report]
+"The battle of Brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest
+Clash of the American revolution. Soldiers killed
+3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now..."
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+Crack patients, dime smokers
+Vial carriers, mocha tokers
+Burnt buildings, brothers building
+Save the children, investigative reports!
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+Calling all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto
+Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad scars
+On those who are found bound, gagged and shot
+When they blast the spot, victims took off like astronauts
+Get with this, even your best can't
+Come on down, you're the next contestant!
+Get your pockets dug from all your Chemical Bank ends
+Caught him at the red light – on Putnam Avenue and Franklin
+They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
+Than your average JFK sniper
+He just came home from Spofford
+Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
+Stop the stuttering boy, save complaints for the five-oh
+Then praise the God – chk-a-chk POW!
+They release shots and premeditate to grab
+And then they jet back to the lab
+And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
+Where shorties lose blood by the gallons
+
+[Excerpt from TV report]
+"Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges
+...into high-level positions, to insure the continued
+Success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations"
+
+[Hook: U-God]
+Crack patients, dime smokers
+Vial carriers, mocha tokers
+Burnt buildings, brothers building
+Save the children, investigative reports!
+
+[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see
+Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a kufi
+The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's back for more
+Starting gun wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
+Jungle way of life, living villain
+Packed with visions, copywritten
+Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has risen
+King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats
+In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot craps
+The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
+I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
+The corner emperor – the golden thieves play the benches
+Rednecks be hanging big niggas down in Memphis
+Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
+Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
+Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press spirals
+Aim at the white shadows with big barrels
+Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and Armarettas
+Who fear none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
+They use guns while we angrily shot arrows
+You better keep your eye on the sparrow
+
+[Interlude: U-God]
+Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
+Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
+Backstabbers, low blowers
+Illegal... cocaine growers
+Starvation, profanity
+Anxiety, brothers trying me
+Gun slingers, dead ringers
+Investigative reports
+Investigative reports
+Investigative reports
+
+[Excerpt from TV report]
+"Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers
+Into high-level positions – to insure the continued success
+Of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations"
+**************************************************
+Swordsman[Hook]
+When a motherfucker steps out his place
+And gets slapped in his motherfucking face
+Just because the motherfucker tried to base
+The G.O.D., the G.O.D
+And while I see his whole clique pass us by
+Motherfuckers think they qualify
+And for those niggas want to try
+The G.O.D., the G.O.D
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, I'm not caught up in politics
+I'm no black activist on a so-called scholar's dick
+I come through with the Wu and drop math
+And versatile freestyle bombs and phonographs
+And deliver, all things in number and weight
+Searched to death, on how living things relate
+Cause at a young age, I was molded in a religion I relied on
+And got caught up in superstition
+Scared to split pole, ducked black cats
+Once in a while, threw salt over my back
+But with knowledge of self from off the shelf
+Made things seemed complicated now small like elves
+So turn off the lights, light a candle, and have a seance
+Pull the lid off the Dean Martin scandal
+Witches, warlocks, spooks and holy ghosts
+RZA let's defraud the hoax
+
+[Hook]
+When a motherfucker steps out his place
+And gets slapped in his goddamn face
+Just because the nigga would've tried to base
+The G.O.D., the G.O.D
+And while I see his whole clique pass us by
+Motherfuckers think they qualify
+And for those niggas want to try
+The G.O.D., the G.O.D
+
+[Verse 2]
+We were on the same ship when the slaves were checked
+I had to pull your card, you was on the top deck
+So I plotted my escape, I saw the thin line between love and hate
+And fast from the hog on the plate
+I suffered brutal pain, from whips and chains
+Punishments that were set to wash the brain
+So look listen observe and also respect this jewel
+Drawed up, detect and reflect this
+Light I shine, because my powers is refined
+Through the truth, which manifest through eternal minds
+Purified gases and masses the same elements
+That helped spark civilization classes
+I see brothers quote math plus degrees
+Lip-professing-ass niggas can't feed they own seeds
+
+[Hook]
+When a nigga steps out his place
+And gets slapped in his motherfucking face
+Just because the nigga would've tried to base
+The G.O.D., the G.O.D
+And while I see his whole clique pass us by
+Motherfuckers think they qualify
+And for those niggas want to try
+The G.O.D., the G.O.D
+When a motherfucker steps out his place
+And gets slapped in his goddamn face
+Just because the nigga would've tried to base
+The G.O.D., the G.O.D
+And while I see his whole clique pass us by
+Motherfuckers think they qualify
+And for those niggas want to try
+The G.O.D., the G.O.D
+**************************************************
+I Gotcha Back[Hook: GZA and RZA]
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts)
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+I was always taught my do's and don'ts
+For do's I did, and for don'ts, I said I won't
+I'm from Brooklyn, a place where stars are born
+Streets are shot up, apartment buildings are torn
+And ripped up, stripped up, shacked up and backed up
+From fiends, cause the bosses on the scene, they got it cracked up
+Kids are slinging in my lobby
+Little Steve and Bobby
+Getting paid but it's a life-threatening hobby
+Yeah, they still play hide-and-seek
+The fiends seek for the crack, and they hide and let the cops peep
+Grown folks say they should be out on their own
+Before the gangs come and blow up their mom's home
+Because they lifestyle is hectic, so fucking hectic
+Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Bullets are ejected
+My lifestyle was so far from well
+Could've wrote a book with a title "Age 12 and Going Through Hell"
+Then I realized the plan
+I'm trapped in a deadly video game, with just one man
+So I don't only watch my back, I watch my front
+Cause it's the niggas who front, they be pulling stunts
+Back on the Ave of Livonia and Bristol with a pistol
+Sticking up Pamela and Crystal
+You know your town is dangerous when you see the strangest
+Kid come home from doing the bid and nothing changes
+What is the meaning of CRIME (what?)
+Is it Criminals Robbing Innocent Motherfuckers Everytime?
+Little shorties take walks to the schoolyard
+Trying to solve the puzzles to why is life so hard
+Then as soon as they reached the playground, blaow!
+Shots ring off and now one of them lay down
+It's so hard to escape the gunfire
+I wish I could rule it out like an umpire
+But it's an everlasting game, and it never cease to exist
+Only the players change, so
+
+[Hook: GZA and RZA]
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts)
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts)
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts)
+I gotcha back so you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas who front, that be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back but you best to watch your front
+It's the niggas who front, that be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts)
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts)
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts)
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas that front, they be pulling stunts
+I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
+Cause it's the niggas who front (they be pulling stunts)
+
+[Outro: (LP version only)]
+Your, tech, nique, is, mag-ni-ficent
+When cut across the neck
+A sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say
+I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday
+To hear that sound
+But to have it happen to my own neck is... ridiculous
+*man gasps for air*
+**************************************************
+Paper Plate[Verse 1]
+You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather
+Rhyme like Ricky Hatton
+Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin'
+Got a few hooks but no jabs
+Took them out your corn dog books and notepads
+I get it, you Got Rich robbing those in the industry
+Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
+Never try to play the hottest one out your camp
+He might step off and take half the juice from your amp
+Enough to make you vogue on the cover of GQ
+Only missing the sheer blouse, homie, you see-through
+Stop sipping on that Formula 50
+They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy
+Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
+Especially these overrated rap steppin' fetchers
+I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
+Woodwork strips being chipped to charred chisel
+One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
+No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics
+If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll
+And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold
+Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your roster
+Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster
+That Yayo slangin, please abort it
+Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it
+Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides
+You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify
+Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets?
+Five hundred killa bees, buzzing and really on it
+Whipped with Cuban Linx, cut with Liquid Swords
+Choked by Ironman 'til we crush your vocal cords
+You ain't nothing but a pig in a blanket
+Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet
+All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon
+Only means, get rid of the whack shit you're holdin'
+Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the candyshop
+You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
+A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese
+Got something to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease
+Get your ankles rolled while doing your two-step
+Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left
+Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream
+You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream
+And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
+With the brush stroke off the canvas
+I walk on your Gators and lizards
+Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rocking them Blizzards
+Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block
+To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks
+I was an emcee while you was in Nutville
+On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled
+Ten years your senior but I flow like I'm twenty-one
+Straight from Medina with a mass of many suns
+Supernova give off gamma-ray bursts
+And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off first, what's up?
+**************************************************
+Beneath the Surface[Verse 1: GZA]
+On a man-made lake there's a sheet of thin ice
+Where unskilled skaters couldn't figure-8 twice
+That's sixteen uncut direct from the cult
+Head on assault, the result death by the bolt
+In a vault, they spoke about the average loss per mission
+That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
+Like a plane crash from a bomb blast
+Special broadcast, slot time with comcast
+They kept the jury quiet and now the riot will form
+While satanic man now hang in his dorm
+I swing on you fake radio personalities
+Who boost ya ratings with hypes behind casualties
+And fire shots with low-pressure water gun play
+But instantly slap ya five like it's Palm Sunday
+I fashion the first tool, from the elements the Earth use
+And built it to a complex network of communications
+You're up against a hopeless situation
+I screen every vehicle from enemy observation
+Swarming unpredictably, we spread terror
+Increase the fog significantly, change the era
+Check my wind pattern, it's heading west
+Success is freedom but failure can mean death
+Humans sweat and aim shovels, dig up the debris and rubble
+Permanent damage caused by the W
+Now who cowardlessly urge you to merge through
+And think the workers will serve you?
+The sonic marvel who just dropped the next novel
+Worldwide, rapidly marred in marble
+It's a countless amount of emcees I saved
+And them same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave
+
+[Hook: RES sample]
+Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie?
+It seems our will is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky
+Fate's erased by reason and passion's just a whim
+Feel empty so I breath in, keep myself from giving in
+
+[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
+Love and hatred, moments most sacred
+Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
+Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with
+Guns we played with, niggas I relate with
+We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas worked for the Fed
+Sent out secretly to take my head
+I laid back and meditate to the words they said
+Skipped town for a month and grew some dreads
+Had a friend tell my family I was dead
+Returned at the last fall of the autumn leaf
+Operate the plan accordingly in case the Feds are recording me
+Sign all documents using forgery cause just a mere thought of me
+I'm like Solomon, spoke bluntly, told the world, "I'm black and comely"
+Howls from the grave haunt me, the smell of death's upon me
+I dwell in the Hills like Gandhi
+Been in the presence of mad peasants and old kings
+Who sold everything on a quest for God's Divine
+Slept in caves to get a clear mind
+Who prayed three times, when the Moon lit and when the Sun rise
+I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
+Been in the mouth of many leopards
+Felt the death kiss of Satan's mistress
+Walk through vacant districts
+Before religions I studied pagan scriptures
+True philosophers and physicians on the cure missions
+Who harden their hearts toward the weak, sick and inflicted
+Candles lit, gamble with a bitch
+Who made me love her when I touch her
+Soft paws hide claws
+Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
+Have bitter stingers at they tail
+Walk through the chambers of death, take a hole onto Hell
+Embracing her was like embracing the third rail
+
+[Hook: RES sample]
+Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie?
+It seems our will is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky
+Fate's erased by reason and passion's just a whim
+Feel empty so I breath in, keep myself from giving in
+
+[Outro: RES sample]
+Scratch underneath the surface
+**************************************************
+Fame[Verse 1]
+They was told not to ride in Patty's Hearse
+And stay out of Charles' Mansion
+Took Abraham's Lincoln through the Todd Bridges expansion
+Willis Reeds a map that marks the spot showin
+On his left George Burns a blunt William's Holdin
+Tyra Banked the money that Chaka Khaned the poor
+Alicia Keyed his car for givin Melba Moore
+For the Redd Foxx who bought off the block, but though twice
+As Debora Cox the gun cuz she beat Kelly's Price
+When Rosa Parked the truck on the farm that Kim Fields
+Linda Tripped for tryna to walk in Lauryn's Hills
+Water dripped outta Farrah's Fawcett in the glass
+She was "Superfly", Curtis Mayfield her ass
+Chris Tucker to a show, Ted Turner to a ho
+Robert Diggs the beat, but ain't feelin the flow
+But he signed it fast, for half of Johnny's Cash
+Nia Longed for the album to drop, cameras flashed
+Tom Sawyer at the Lucielle Ball up at the foyer
+He confronted Richard Pryor to hiring his lawyer
+Suge's Knight removed the rook off the board
+Don King was checked and Al Sharpton the sword
+
+"Wettin cream, I ain't wettin fame"
+"(Fame is the measure)
+"Rap celebs"
+"The place where stars are born"
+
+[Verse 2]
+The saints marched in, Kurtis Blowing his horn
+Tom Cruised the boulevard, Chris Rocked the song
+For the hundredth time, they pressed rewind to the beginning
+They toast to the rhyme, the juice spilt from John's Lennon
+They took her to Elizabeth Taylor to dry clean
+The lone seamstress, who was schemin on Al's Green
+You know they shoot for the stars and buckwild
+Like the kids in the yard who play with Jane's Child
+A beautician laced Erykah's Badu
+Sean Combed through the evidence, just to get a clue
+The needle in the haystack, from outta Eartha's Kitt
+The Tiger would kill him once thrown in Brad's Pitt
+Jesse Owen the money from the weed Bubba Sparxxx'd
+They was journeys seen far as he walked in Dick's Clarks
+Jeffery Lyons stuck with a thorn from George's Bush
+Paul Pierced in the heart as the crowd pushed
+Acting alone...Drew Barrymore bones
+Of the victims, three blocks from Jim's Brownstone
+They shared the same bowl, he caught Natalie's Coled
+The producer, threw the butter on Esther's Rolle
+Nipsey Russeled him down, got his jaw wide
+In a instant, Brooke Shields him from the gunfire
+Angie Stoned him to death, with those vocals
+Keith Sweat from the workout, just from runnin local
+
+" Wettin cream, I ain't wettin fame "
+"Fame is the measure"
+"Rap celebs"
+"The place where stars are born"
+
+[Verse 3]
+Larry's Bird flew outta Nicolas Cage
+Joe Tex messages from Satchel's Paige
+Betty Wright letters with ink from Sean's Penn
+Infinite bars, you couldn't tell where the song end
+Glenn Close enough to quickly duck the tapes
+Richard Gere ripped while he was climbin Bill Gates
+He was a southerner, posing as a, native New Yorker
+The Jason Kidd took his first steps in Jimmy's Walker
+He stayed on line chattin with rap celebs
+Used Bernie's Mack to search Veronica's Webb
+It cost them their life for the advice you gave
+Now Pete Rose lay on Vanessa's Redgrave
+
+" Wettin cream, I ain't wettin fame "
+"Fame is the measure"
+"Rap celebs"
+"The place where stars are born"
+" Wettin cream, I ain't wettin fame "
+"Fame is the measure"
+"Rap celebs"
+"The place where stars are born"
+**************************************************
+Breaker, Breaker[Chorus: GZA]
+Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line
+Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes
+MCs should expect the worst
+I stay alert and shoot first
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+This is not a test, it's difficulty
+Picture closely, the ignorant mostly
+Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb
+Lost soul who failed to hear the roll of the drum
+In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the
+Heavy blast that blew off the masks of twelve welders
+The math of an elder, praise the Lord, thank you Genius
+Operation: Project English
+Commander the chief of flight style, check the aircraft
+Glide like the Frisbee, Digi they Disney
+To check fault in oneself is pure loveliness
+You break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness
+So when I bust, no one is untouched
+Some returning with the mic clutched, like such
+Who plan but never execute. He had the heat in his
+Hand, but yo he didn't shoot, therefore
+Your mechanism of material better be sickly
+Or let your lead spread incredibly quickly
+I move bravely, travellin' on a horse
+On the battlefield, surrounded by the lost
+Of those who plotted with the brains of animals
+My high molecular structure be untangible
+The name ring a bell, killable two syllable
+The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical
+To be blunt, the beat was cooked up like coke goods
+The rhyme first came to me in the oak woods
+Up to no good, rap icon
+Milk the industry like the Wall Street junk bond
+You see the bright stone, I got your height sewn
+Direct current, that move through the mic-phone
+Key contributor, well-known major factor
+Rhyme distributor, the drive of a tractor
+Who run ya down if you don't move or wanna linger
+Linger, linger, linger, linger
+
+[Chorus]
+Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line
+Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes
+MCs should expect the worst
+I stay alert and shoot first
+Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line
+Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes
+MCs should expect the worst
+I stay alert and shoot first
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+The immortality of my fame is the measure of other's torture
+Burnt offer, from a flamin' author
+The falconer who flies enough birds for the chase
+Strictly excel in what is excellence with grace
+The significance was not the vulgar applause of interest
+But the feelin' that exit, completion of a sentence
+With age and experience, my reason ripens
+I strike on you Vikings, slash like a hyphen
+If you enter the house of fortune by the gate of pleasure
+You will leave by sorrow, the flow measures
+Everything fails with the unfortunate
+Learned that recordin' it, so my mind broaden it
+Track records ranks us with the exceptional
+Extreme complex physics, high technical
+The truth is usually seen and rarely heard
+What's more dangerous than hatred is the word
+You wild cards, jack of all trades
+Those who parade their positions show their spades
+A large flock of MCs, they figure to be taught
+It ain't hard to see why I'm vigorously sought
+
+[Chorus]
+Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line
+Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes
+MCs should expect the worst
+I stay alert and shoot first
+Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line
+Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes
+MCs should expect the worst
+I stay alert and shoot first
+
+[Outro: GZA]
+Breaker, breaker one nine
+Breaker, breaker one nine
+**************************************************
+The Spark[Verse 1]
+From the mind, thought produced a speck of light
+It was infinitely hot, so extremely bright
+Within the center of this great shining
+There was enormous energy - it was expanding in great timing
+Within this fireball was all of space
+Special place with information encased
+One of infinite beginnings this cosmic clock was ticking
+And allowed space to float while it was spinning
+All that you see around us
+Sun, the Moon and stars - millions of worlds that astound us
+The universe in size is hard to fathom
+When composed in a region small as a single atom
+One billionth the size the point of a pen
+Microscopic, on a macro level within
+And unfurled the swirling cloud of light
+A star city, a galaxy, with all its might
+Within the blinking of an eye expanded beyond comprehension
+Then a fraction of a second a new dimension
+At a marble size but very unstable
+In time it would come with the periodic table
+Space was expanding faster than light speed
+Moving at the speed only thought can exceed
+A picosecond after The Big Bang, music of the spheres
+Before the ears, the universes now sang
+Small enough to fit in your hand, a nanosecond later
+It was the size of Mars and becoming greater
+Fraction of the second later - 80 times the size of Earth
+Fastest growing infant since its time of birth
+
+[Chorus]
+Step into a world of black holes, quasars
+Galaxies, supernovas, bright stars
+A spectrum of light beams
+Images beyond your wildest dreams
+
+[Verse 2]
+Still expanding but it didn't contain matter
+Just pure energy that was spinning within the batter
+But mass and energy are interchangeable
+Convert those particles, not to name a few
+Matter and antimatter, the arch-rival
+Met, obliterated each other for survival
+A war zone, a battle to the death
+But as long as there's life and breath there's one remaining left
+But an imbalance caused particles to vibrate
+Away from the galactic center at high rates
+So fast becoming a liquid
+And it would be 300,000 years before it dripped it
+Despite being perfect, it was in turmoil
+Then it would fall back under pressure, recoil
+Subatomic particles smashed into each other
+Continuous energy years before discovered
+Then it slowed down and began to bond
+Creating atoms - building blocks of matter and beyond
+It was now eight times the size of the solar system
+Distance, thorough measurements, I enlist them
+Sixty billion miles in diameter
+Temperature of seventeen trillion Fahrenheit to damage ya
+And it was only a millionth of a second old
+And it would be another million years before turning cold
+
+[Chorus]
+Step into a world of black holes, quasars
+Galaxies, supernovas, bright stars
+A spectrum of light beams
+Images beyond your wildest dreams
+**************************************************
+Science Genius 12.12.12 SpeechTeachers College, Columbia University
+12/12/12
+
+Thank you for your introduction, Chris. Thank you David, Helen, Daniel, Ridhi and John for coming to support our effort. And thank you everyone, for coming. My name is GZA from The Wu Tang Clan. It is an honor to be here at Teachers College to discuss Science Genius. Particularly on 12/12/12. Since 2001, I have done something to commemorate the triple number date. But I can't think of a better way to culminate the tradition than to be here with all of you to talk about this program
+
+Most people associate Wu Tang with Staten Island but I was born in Brooklyn and lived in almost every borough by the time I was ten. I left high school in the tenth grade and it's one of my greatest regrets in life. I am here--not as a teacher, nor expert, nor genius--but rather as a science enthusiast who wants to inspire New York City public high school students to get excited about biology, chemistry and physics. I wish there had been a more compelling way to captivate my imagination about science when I was in school
+
+The interaction between matter and energy has always aroused my interest and curiosity. When I was around the age of six, I can remember playing with two pieces of steel or metal. One of them was magnetic and the other was not. The piece with the magnetic force attracted the piece without. I flipped them in opposite directions and they repelled each other as if some force was pushing them apart. I found this fascinating. Years later I would come to learn that every single atom in your body is from the core of a star that was created billions of years ago. From the skin cells to the iron in your blood, the carbon in your genes to the gold on your finger, all created over thirteen billion years ago. Not only is that an interesting connection, it is also a great one. This is a very unique bond that makes you look at life in a whole different perspective and see beauty in everything
+
+In the last year I was able to meet with some of the top scientists in the world, including those whom you've just heard from. At MIT I met with Biological Oceanographer Penny Chisholm, Geneticist Eric Lander, the founding director of The Broad Institute at MIT. At Cornell University I met Alexander Gaeta and last but not least, Neil DeGrasse Tyson. It was incredibly humbling and inspiring to meet with these people but I do believe that the future Penny's, David's and Neil's are the young students that are in the NYC public schools. Not only was it interesting to see how dedicated and committed they were to their work, it was also interesting to see how excited they were to hear that I was incorporating science into my works
+
+My next album will be entitled DARK MATTER, which is scheduled to be released in 2013. It will be a Cosmic journey through the universe. A galactic adventure. A Personal look into a dark and distant past. Matter that influences the evolution of the universe gravitationally. The goal is to influence the evolution of hip hop and schooling
+
+Now that hip hop has become the single most dominant cultural touchstone in the lives of most youth, Chris Edmin, Rapgenius and I have come together to sponsor Science Genius. We chose hip hop as an art form to educate the listeners about scientific topics. As I said before I am not a science teacher. I go into classrooms as an artist and provide a model for students to communicate the information learned from their science teachers
+
+My role in the process is to encourage students to compose creative writing, not just through rhyme, but through a metaphoric narrative approach to animate the science concepts so that the material can be digested by students in a interdisciplinary way. The rhymes are a starting point to introduce this technique of seeing science in a new way, a new context. I challenge students to not be too literal and write compelling stories. Make it "half short, twice strong." Light as an atom to where it doesn't trouble the soul of the listener, but heavy as a neutron star to where it's mind boggling
+
+One thing that I try to impart in the classroom is that the rhyme must be clear, eloquent, witty and clever. I challenge students to make sense of complex information while maintaining the high standards of serious lyricism
+
+I believe that science is important because it helps you gain a deeper understanding of yourself and your surroundings. Knowledge of one's environment specifically through science can increase self-awareness, confidence, and critical thinking skills that can translate outside of the classroom. I just heard on a commercial that “Children need to learn science in order to succeed in this global society.” Hip hop is important because using a vehicle the students are already familiar with decreases their resistance to the technical jargon in science, giving them more control over their communication while incorporating science concepts into their everyday vocabularies
+
+Thank you again for coming to show your support
+**************************************************
+Pencil[Verse 1: GZA]
+The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party
+Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi
+This B.A.C. is 2.3
+Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free
+So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well
+Kick something live stop chirping like Nextel
+I'm All In Together, a swordsman forever
+I paint the town red, with many heads are severed
+R-A-W, I still bring trouble to
+Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to smother you
+Dart hit your breastplate, meet ya death date
+Rook down a E4, look, it's checkmate
+No other way describe it but catastrophe
+The plan was drawing blood and displayed it graphically
+Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
+Horrific torture, by prolific authors
+Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
+It's getting 'hot in here' like the single that Nelly dropped
+So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft
+A little vodka turn 'em into Ivan Koloff
+Why do the Gods make MC's study from
+Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become
+Under the study with the sword above the head
+So he would keep in mind under the open pledge
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Fierce glisten, something so sharp
+Piercing, swords cling, the vigilante intimate
+Close combat, this is emceeing at its best
+But there is no contest, sent I'm this
+Speaking of a test, this and try to question this
+He so different with the swiftness, godfather civilization
+Shell casing, universal nation
+Could he be the one predicted, presidential sent in
+Old school soul survivors, we the wildest
+Asiatic Arctic flow is so frigid
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Is it, the Zig Zag, I'ma pay you a visit
+Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard
+Word? I'm not the same
+I go somewhere, don't remember how I came
+Is it the weed, the hash or the 'caine?
+Or the Digi being stained on my brain
+Appear from a cloud of smoke, your throat is on choke
+If surrounded, seven men drop from one stroke
+Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff
+To defeat me, ten demons wouldn't be enough
+I sleep in the lion's den, without the steel iron
+Ascended like Musa coming down from Mt. Zion
+Superlogical this, superlogical that
+Digital, take it back with superlogical rap
+Have a shootout, at midnight, the sequel's quicker
+Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker
+You distress like the damsel, lost like little 'Hansel'
+Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle
+Me, I be a Killa Bee, keeping exilery
+Ol' play the desert e, shoot ten millime'
+Master the millipede, you try to end the sea
+Your body being found in the naval yard artillery
+A black blind governor, a rich white mayor
+Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer
+Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated
+Your decapitated head is being tooken out paraded
+Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof
+Benz, and all my men's are tattle proof
+My mic is a dyke, my life is a light
+A Day to God is a Thousand Years, how long is a night?
+You get trapped in my shadow of dark, hark, who goes there?
+Power-U smells like carp, don't put your nose there
+Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleeding
+And it's been two weeks since they had their last feeding
+Any leftover bones, we grind into sand
+And spread it out, over 20 acres of land
+Some call me Steels, 'cause it's hard to bend me
+See Cipher Pigs can't apprehend me
+In a no smoking zone, I smoke bones of hash
+Niggas see me, then I disappear in the flash
+Next time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet
+Moving with a clique that stick like dry porridge
+Someone's been sitting in my chair, who goes there?
+To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here
+Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice
+Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic
+**************************************************
+Alphabets[Verse 1]
+All I need is a beat, with a continuous loop
+And a live vibe, that'll hypnotize like the flute
+Along with something that's rugged by nature like the forest
+Composed like the symphony without a chorus
+A place with the path and trail that you follow
+With the wood, where you drive your nails, but too hollow
+Far from reality, with a slim chance of getting back
+Even if you narrowly escape the hidden traps
+Nothing but the driven raps written in my notebook
+Inspired by the cap and the gown, that's on the coat hook
+Prepare for the chemical rush, something new to cause
+Your heart to bass, but it's tangible to touch
+Associate with those who are consumed with beats
+Produce fire, until they melt the room with heat
+You know my ink lay all over the sheets, let us/letters gather around
+And form words, every time they meet
+
+[Hook]
+Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality
+Father, then after that, there's the G-O-D
+He or Her, I Islam, then Justice
+King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist
+Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power's the Queen
+Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same
+Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y
+Zig Zag Zig, and now we're back home
+
+[Verse 2]
+I brought butter for the popcorn, dip for the chips
+And ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip
+Corrections for mishaps, errors, or mistakes
+Fly raps for beats, and pop and lock for breaks
+A legend in my own lifetime, from one rhyme
+That was specially designed, from the hook to bottom line
+Shine's like a precious jewel, cut up in the workshop
+With specialized handcrafted tools
+Couldn't buy this hardware, so don't swipe your card there
+Better yet, fold your hand, 'cause you holding the wrong pair
+One hit wonders, get a little shine like flashlights
+But when I drop the bomb and explode like gas pipes
+A livewire, known as the dragon that spit fire
+Verbal action, hot as the grease from deep fryers
+Delivered in the perfect pitch, because hip hop
+Is all in my genes/jeans, the pattern is seen in every stitch
+
+[Hook]
+Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality
+Father, then after that, there's the G-O-D
+He or Her, I Islam, then Justice
+King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist
+Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power's the Queen
+Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same
+Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y
+Zig Zag Zig, and now we're back home
+**************************************************
+Lyrical Swords[Intro: Ras Kass]
+Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga?
+Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know
+Shouts out to my nigga Wreckonize, all my MIA
+
+[GZA]
+Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
+Ahead of time, competition not even half close
+Let's say, by no means, an equal value
+Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you
+To strike first, so precautions must be taken
+And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking
+It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
+And every line or word, is badly placed
+Even dealing with the narrow window of time
+My arrangements are quick, shutting down your power lines
+On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
+That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings
+Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in
+Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
+Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln
+Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston
+
+[Ras Kass]
+Our goal is to learn y'all niggas, about this new world order
+But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughters
+He the author, ain't let the NARC's see this sparker
+Stick to bitches walls like I'm Peter Parker
+The Vida Guerra sidekick hacker
+Five naked flicks, on the Internet jacked her
+Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula
+Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura
+Homies is gat packers, rat packer
+Fly nigga, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor
+Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
+Epitome of nice, after Rainbo press the lacquer
+And y'all niggas is the worst, like fat chicks with little tits
+If your names not YKK, then get off my dick
+Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters
+College kids and ex-felons feel us
+I'm sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid Swords
+The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More
+More money, more murder, and more spit to serve
+**************************************************
+Animal Planet[Verse 1: GZA]
+Welcome to the Jungle where the cat loves to scratch, the rat squeals
+And the polar bear feasts on the blubber of seals
+The pack of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles
+Where the leopards grab the wildebeest down by its tail
+You see the chimps they grow hemps they hustle and sling in trees
+Elephants for security that move tons of leaves
+The bluebirds arrest parrots that love to talk
+Or eagles that stalk fresh-water trout under the wing of the hawk
+You see the vultures pick the pocket of whatever remain
+In the brain we watch but a shadow of the lion's mane
+Whose roar is loud enough to take the stripes from a zebra
+He camouflage his bets and his spots of a cheetah
+Shouldn't gamble with a cheetah and not expect to get beat
+You silly goose you know he move fast on his feet
+Now you're neck deep in debt with a bunch of loan sharks
+So you move on a colony of ants with aardvarks, you see
+Most of the everglades controlled by the gators
+It was crashed by the crocs who came years later
+See the locusts had swarmed with the bees
+The tick moved with the fleas
+The dragonflies and the wasps shared with the seas
+The crab and the leeches sucked your blood flow
+And they laugh like hyenas when they out to catch dough
+See a million mosquitos from the West Nile
+Carrying the virus that made the boars less wild
+
+[Hook x4 : GZA]
+It's like the jungle sometimes
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+Out of fear, the deer watch for the eye of the tiger
+The Clutch from the Cobra and the venomous viper
+Boa-constrictors that cut your circulation
+Mosts of their prayers die from broke bones and suffocation
+The owls are private eyes that watch from the bark
+Black panthers are the militant who strike in the dark
+Porcupines had a rep' for sticking everything that moved
+In areas that the rhinos and hippos approved
+And the giraffe was a look-out for gorillas in the mist
+And the bats use their sonar to guide and assist
+Those pelicans who smuggle contraband for the whale
+While the skunks spray the scent to keep the dogs off the trail
+The scorpion set up a sting for sly foxes
+That use stool pigeons just to keep them in the boxes
+While the black widow
+Laid a web for the bachelor
+Like daddy-long-leg and his hype man, tarantula
+They both prey on grasshoppers beetles and flies
+And they all become instant meals the moment it dies
+What costs little is of little worth
+So some lose they lives wandering on the wrong turf
+From birth they grow up walking the thin line
+It's like the jungle sometimes
+
+[Hook x4 : GZA]
+It's like the jungle sometimes
+**************************************************
+Hip Hop Fury[Chorus: RZA]
+You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
+Fuck with the Wu, we busting ya whole snot box
+Million white ears and your bitch up in a zip lock
+From Spazzola to this purest form of hip-hop
+
+[Verse 1: Hell Razah]
+Here's something to advertise, promoter keep the fans satisfied
+Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
+Leave 'em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide
+Without no clearance, I nurture this track like I'm its parents
+Got requestments from retail stores for my appearance
+First we target it, then they market it to kill your artist with
+My hundred sharp cartridge hit whoever's starting shit
+Got as many rap soldiers for how much this record ship
+Fuck them niggas you record with, I make 'em forfeit
+Send a bomb rap through FedEx inside your office
+Son we build and deliver, came to build with the GZA
+You heard the chorus from the RZA, ain't no real album spitter
+Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
+Audio visual video treatments internationally speaking
+Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
+It's the coming of that newest hip-hop, Christ's apostle
+Try your BDS and SoundScans for more fam
+Your whole roster couldn't take on that one Sun of Man
+Get your street team, get your stickers out, put your posters up
+Boost your budget up, still Razah gon' fuck it up
+
+[Chorus: RZA]
+You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
+Fuck with the Wu, we busting ya whole snot box
+Million white ears and your bitch up in a zip lock
+From Spazzola to this purest form of hip-hop
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+Industrialized niggas change as soon as you get in
+Throw 'em on an auction block, CEOs bidding
+Highest price paid for those wack rhymes made
+Was overrated, cut off, never reinstated
+I be fruitful and multiply with marvelous tales
+Feed the hungry MCs who be starving as hell
+I laid the first verse to quench a dry ass nigga's thirst
+Who drank my wisdom up like water till his stomach burst
+Full tank with the premium quality raps
+Mickey Mouse niggas get caught on a trap
+You Cottonelle kid from Tottenville, you're Kleenex
+Looking like Rockwell wearing V-necks
+You learned from this, earned from this
+Niggas get tossed and turned in this and burnt in this
+Scorched at a thousand degrees from live MCs
+I melt y'all niggas down to the size of fleas
+
+[Verse 3: Timbo King]
+Your microphonists collect the bonus, aiyo we own this
+House niggas verse the homeless, ten to one
+Timb's the one, Royal Famous. the verbal painters
+Dark gallery, million dollar pictures
+Imports from poor to riches, move darts
+We cruise across the Brooklyn Bridge doing 60
+Illegal driving from dusk to red dawn
+The GZA/Genius, Wu-Tang, we live long
+
+[Verse 4: Dreddy Kruger]
+True indeed, I hug tracks like my seed
+Masada, wack MCs do me nada
+King Solomon the great came to evaporate the fake
+Yeah you, you know you're Power-U
+You recognize the voice, it's the nigga from the Wu
+Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
+You've just been demoted 'cause you're sweet and sugarcoated
+You folded, your style is half stale half molded, molded
+
+[Chorus: RZA]
+You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
+Fuck with the Wu, we busting ya whole snot box
+Million white ears and your bitch up in a zip lock
+From Spazzola to this purest form of hip-hop
+**************************************************
+Knock, Knock[Verse 1]
+I'm the obscene slang kicker with no parental sticker
+Advisin' y'all that wise words is much slicker
+Under circumstances label advances
+Ample opportunity, infinite chances
+To rhyme, so unrelated beef I don't stress
+I seen many killed for infinitely less
+Ya raps be the clips that's, packed with lies
+Cowardlessly ya shoot up those innocent bys
+In extra long verses, hundred bars in length
+The percentage of the truth in the rhyme is one tenth
+A solid mass of minerals, easily broke down
+Hard rock MC's ya nuthin' but compound
+Sparked by the endless greed of CEO's
+In the videos, with those questionable flows
+Take it twenty-six, cut it down to four bars, make it a hook
+If it's not on the song it's in a book
+
+[Hook]
+Knock Knock
+Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?
+Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?
+Better know who the fuck they lookin' for
+Cuz they don't want more
+Yo Knock Knock
+Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?
+Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?
+Better know who the fuck they lookin' for
+They don't want more
+
+[Verse 2]
+The CREAM of the crop we run circles that remain symmetrical
+With lightnin' victories that's highly electrical
+My microphone is just too hot to handle
+Plus I don't fill ya ears with the, Pennister's scandal
+I gift wrap the sawed-off, the DJ pump it
+March to the sounds of Armstrong trumpet
+Great things satisfy great minds
+You want me to paint scenes describe it in eight lines
+Check it
+Conceptional breakthrough, incomprehensible
+Rap that make you, convinced it's invincible
+Lease up my words, powerful hazardous
+The most dedicated research the data; this
+Info, tempo, is gatherin' momentum
+A thousand rounds of ammo wonderin' who spent them
+Applied science to, vocals we flyin' through
+Victorious always because I am who?
+
+[Hook]
+Knock Knock
+Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?
+Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?
+Better know who the fuck they lookin' for
+Cuz they don't want more
+Yo Knock Knock
+Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?
+Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?
+Better know who the fuck they lookin' for
+They don't want more
+
+[Vers 3]
+I wrote this rhyme with a Sharpie
+You see this dark key ignition's for those with keys
+Who wanna start me up
+That's where nature and nightmare converge
+Where you hold in so much inside, ya gotta splurge
+On these snakes with the fangs that, poke through your denim
+When ya move it accelerates the action of the venom
+But the purity and sacrifice gettin' stung twice
+From those who load dice, the target is G-Grice
+Cuz rhyme travelers are light years beyond
+The Clan had a bomb that made the world respond
+Considering my own future, I'm used ta
+Damaging MC's than party-ing with producers
+Whose main makin' cereal from two tracks of stereo
+Hold that song's playin' weak ass material
+We all peak at a singular point in time
+'Till you see the sign, nigga resign
+
+[Hook]
+Knock Knock
+Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?
+Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?
+Better know who the fuck they lookin' for
+Cuz they don't want more
+Yo Knock Knock
+Who the fuck is bangin' at my door?
+Is it abstract commercial or hardcore?
+Better know who the fuck they lookin' for
+They don't want more
+**************************************************
+0% Finance[Verse 1]
+I took her off the showroom floor no money down
+Near the Chrysler building in the heart of Midtown
+200 horse-power under the hood
+Junk in the trunk very far from damaged goods
+Designer frames with windshields that stay tinted
+The most beautiful thing someone invented
+Her wrangler had a sticker on the bumper
+A sign in case tow trucks tried to dump her
+Rear view mirror that of Serena William
+Staring was a crime then the look, kill 'em
+Brushless showers and the Brazilian wax
+Cash in the glove compartment free from tax
+Low mileage on the odometer
+Graduate with more degrees than a thermometer
+Spark plugs for great conversation
+She would focus on the finish line and destination
+Steering in the right direction
+Made sure I wore seat belts had air bags for protection
+In her tank she loved to stash my tool
+I kept her full, super-unleaded fuel
+She had a room full of skirts and rims
+The old ones used to swing off ropes that often hung from limbs
+A temp at the Ford modeling agency
+Suburban area where the Caucasians be
+Her great-grandfather was a Cherokee Indian
+Explorer and navigator traveling then begin
+Sharpening his arrows on Plymouth Rock
+Commander-in-chief who raise cattle on the selling of livestock
+King of the frontier, rider of thoroughbreds
+He was just as sharp as a needle without thread
+Legend in truth but known to run the herd
+His sons were oldsmobiles who drank thunderbird
+Land cruisers sitting on fertile soil
+With equipment that ran off expensive oil
+Folks bragging said the horse pulled a Volkswagen
+They love mustang sally and lollygagging
+Fished in Lake Tahoe cooked the barracudas
+Hunted impalas with the six-shooters
+From a long range with the dog Rover
+It was something else to see 'em knock them over
+
+[Verse 2]
+Some got caught in the crossfire
+Bunch of Mavericks indicating these dudes should retire
+One was going bald rocking a sunroof
+A gas guzzler in his grill was one tooth
+A strong accent, and a beard like Lincoln
+Who hated the golf course, but he loved drinking
+Avenger, used to pick up chicks
+Had magnums that were ram tough but thick
+He wore blazers where he used to hide the Ruger
+For encounters with the jaguars and cougars
+A veteran who could salute and sing the anthem
+In accord with the plan he was the phantom
+He had a fat lady they called hummer
+And umm, she needed body work the whole summer
+She had a few friends who used to stay in a pound
+Abandoned the parking lots, and junk yard bound
+Regulars in rest areas and truck stops
+Cassette players, known to make the tape pop
+Gold diggers who on the cream like Wells Fargo
+In Vegas, they circle around the Monte Carlo
+You know the snakes with the fangs and vipers
+Bloodsuckers who all used to piss from diapers
+Met the Cavaliers at the Outback steakhouse
+Chicken cutlets supreme just for takeout
+One of them was forced to live in Astoria
+Cause at the auction, they had crowned victoria
+Since then her friends charged her battery
+Had her running off with the sweets of flattery
+She kept a loud muffler, couldn't trust her
+Police used to always pull over this duster
+A pothead who some called a firebird
+A foul mouth, who could have used wiser words
+Her man used to hustle and ran a crack corner
+So insecure he kept LOJACK on her
+Creeping with his visors low, high-beaming
+Temper would accelerate, private eye scheming
+He would check her consoles for rubbers
+She would pass the inspection with flying colors
+She would turn left if he said right
+On her cycle, he would often run red lights
+His voiced echoed as she dodged the convo
+
+-----"PROTOOLS"-----
+
+Her previous owner, all he did was bone her
+Some drove her crazy, she was just a loner
+He had her leaking transmission fluids
+Said it was an accident, didn't mean to do it
+No insurance with her grill decayed
+She sobbed uncontrollably, still stayed
+Another total eclipse of the heart
+Like the freezing weather that never gave her a start
+Plus he had a sidekick in his garage
+And if he needed a boost, she would give him a charge
+He was sentenced for running an escort service
+Escaped from prison but made a few nervous
+His baby mother had wifed a BMW
+Number one on the list, so he brought trouble to
+She done everything to regain her liberty
+Tried to be Audi, but went into delivery
+Moved to Aspen, survived a avalanche
+A different element, inside a fatter ranch
+Far away, when she changed the pattern
+The distance was like from Mercury to Saturn
+**************************************************
+Big Bang Rap[Verse 1: GZA]
+Before space and time, thought produced a speck of light
+It was infinitely hot, so extremely bright
+Within the center of this great shining
+It was massive energy and it was expanding in great timing
+Within this fireball was all of space of every special place with information encased
+Literally, a beginning
+This cosmic clock was ticking and allowed space to flow while it was spinning
+Everything we see around us
+The sun, the moon, the stars, millions of worlds that astound us
+The universe inside is hard to fathom
+It was composed in a region small as a single atom
+Less than one trillionth the size the point of a pen
+Microscopic but on a macro level within
+Unfurling this swirling cloud of light
+A star city, a galaxy with all its might
+Within the blinking of an eye expanding beyond comprehension
+Within a fraction of a second a new dimension
+At a marble size very unstable
+In time it would come with a periodic table
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+You see, space was expanding faster than light speed
+It moving at the rate only thought can exceed
+A picosecond after the Big Bang
+Music of the spheres before the ears, the Universe is now sang
+Small enough to fit in your hand, a nanosecond later
+It was the size of Mars and becoming greater
+Fraction of a second later 80 times the size of Earth
+Fastest growing infant since the time of birth
+Still expanding but it didn't contain matter
+Just pure energy that was mixing within the batter
+But mass and energy interchangeable
+Convert those particles rearrange-able
+Matter and anti-matter, the archrival
+Met, obliterated each other for survival
+A war zone, a battle to the death
+But as long as there is life and breath there's one remaining left
+**************************************************
+1112[Verse 1: GZA]
+Bobby said: “Fuck spending fifty on a whip, buy equip”
+Mental flip, he got a thousand tracks stored on a chip
+Said he had mad toys to make noise
+He split and separate drums like asteroids
+The concerned producer sampled this question
+Hit him with the beat for the answer with extra compression
+My sound travel, it quickly grab you
+And equalize the pitch up, until it have you
+Bugged out, tryna think you can match this
+The portraits are too graphic
+Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu
+The beats are Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic
+We roadblocked it, checkpoints on your next joint
+Now, who the nigga you anoint?
+700 volts on the track to slay
+Murderous wordplay displayed from killing cascades
+Throwing bullets in the air to test wind
+Which way the cyclone spin? Counter or clockwise?
+Still civilized
+Kill spies on the wall as still flies, all dies
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Give no extension on the lynching
+It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
+It's the aura that's felt that causes one to flash his gun
+And reveal how he really feel, confirmed
+He'll never live after the show
+See the promoter for the dough I'm taking, breaking his wax
+Throwing my shit on to perform the selection from the Swarm
+Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday
+My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches, underneath shrubs and leaves
+They breathed through underwater reefs
+The enemy walks above, Clan remains subterraned in mud
+Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
+Bombarded by the circle of death formation
+Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes
+Shattering bulletproof helmets with shrapnel fragments of cell
+Inhale these venomous thoughts that I propel
+Through the north facility, the city must suffer
+At the hand of the Chief's command, volts are sent
+At three minute intervals the heat intenses
+Deadening the power from electrical fences
+Defenses are down, shake a nigga up
+Bounce him off the sound
+
+[Interlude: Killah Priest of Sunz Of Man]
+You know what I'm saying?
+The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris
+We talk about sex, money and drugs
+(Ruled by power) And y'all cats don't know
+What it's about (Love and power)
+It goes deeper than what you see on TV
+Come on
+
+[Verse 3: Killah Priest]
+Burning desire, ebony eyes
+Painted toenails, legacies die
+Women by the well, Egyptian queens
+Arabian sheiks paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing
+Graveyards filled with scarlet widows
+Stabbed they husbands, sleeping on silk pillows
+Blood on they robes, disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes
+Lambs and wolves in black hoods pull out they gats
+Like magic wands, casting spells, sending niggas to Hell
+Trapping they souls in realms
+Baptize them with Holy Water
+Springing on the heads of plenty witches' daughters
+Interviews with the richest reporters, silent nights over Nevada
+A thousand Muslims bow before the Kaaba
+Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada
+For the love of God, guns make a loud sound
+I'ma show you how thugs get down
+Shootouts, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down
+Cursed nation, lost generation
+X-Files found them in the future as cosmic rulers
+Fallen angels from space intruders
+Dying saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint
+See it in the pictures, read it, like the lost scriptures
+Absorb it with your 100 proof liquor
+
+[Verse 4: Njeri Earth]
+Huh; I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly
+Threatening the lives of those who threaten me
+Lessening my chances of defeat by predetermining the victory
+As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one
+I heard my word shall be born, regardless to anything or anyone
+Or else I die by the gun, my life has just begun
+Thought I was living all along, but I was wrong
+This long road I have to travel, in countless battles
+These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles
+Kings, queens and pharaohs changed to cattle
+Unable to duck the Devil's arrow
+Singing that his eye's on the sparrow, mind narrow
+Superstitions, horoscopes and tarots
+“Hark Heralds Angels” and Christmas carols
+Graven images hang from the mantels
+Man-made slaves in modern day Babel
+Brought from Africa in golden robes and sandals
+By wicked thieves and vandals
+Who manhandled us with leather whips and burning candles
+And rambled through our castle, leaving niggas shambles
+Stole our gold and sold us like some Arab camels
+We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo
+Into the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
+We were the Gretel and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackal
+Children of my grand-old-daddy have me
+In mind when they're lost in this wilderness blind
+**************************************************
+Verses[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)]
+Yeah, yeah
+Sham's nine times ultra
+Wu-Tang herbs two times great, you heard of me
+Nigga, L.A.D., six times ill
+Rest in peace O.D.B
+La the Dark, Sun large
+GZA, Ras Kass, yeah what's up, Wu-Universal
+Legendary
+
+[Verse 1: Scaramanga Shallah]
+Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams
+Spit that heat rock that make fiends make vapors of grams
+Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands
+Valleys and trunks, I got the mack ten
+We can hit the alley with iron and thumper
+Take it to the hands like the brand new Leonard
+Niggas going no mas, when the bullets go in him
+You dealing with a night stick toker
+The ice pick poker, trust you ain't like this joker
+And the set, devoted to opening your neck
+With the tech, as you sit in a Lex'
+Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting
+As your body gets soft, the shotty went off
+Little soldiers, you're out of position
+Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
+A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
+White five, black five with dollars to toss
+Twisted by the dark side of the force
+Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche
+You're off sides in the fort
+We are survivors of the war of good and evil
+I'm in the hood, in the hood with a Desert Eagle
+With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it
+
+[Verse 2: La the Darkman]
+Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana
+How he used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana
+Try, play me today, I'mma kill you mañana
+From, far with the K, or up close with the llama
+I'm like an African king in a castle in Ghana
+Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer
+Study lessons in Medina, building with an old timer
+So I, always been wise ever since a young minor
+Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme
+So I'm often posted, in a window with that thing
+Got unlimited support from the Sing-Sing regime
+I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team
+Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend
+Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam
+Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be
+La Trapacandi, a well known rhyme general
+
+[Verse 3: Ras Kass]
+Who say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar
+That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire
+When you mention me, not about penitentiary
+Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century
+Ahead of my time, school niggas like Timbuktu
+Cause I'm original, like Black Falasha Jews
+Velours by BUFU: Buy Us, Fuck you
+Try us, fuck you
+You die y'all got gats but him buck too, nigga
+Sip the Grey Goose and ponder, then order room service
+In Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street scholars
+Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar
+Bush gave 6.46 billion to Halliburton
+For troops support efforts in Iraq
+Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that
+The rape over, Chaney talking, twenty five dollars for a case of soda
+Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters
+But won't pay they soldiers, Halliburton workers make
+Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year
+Plus 225 extra, taking fire in combat
+Recruit all the niggas, that die from where I'm at
+18 years olds told to kill, where Saddam at
+But can't have a gat, to protect where my Mom's at
+I love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta enough
+To piss in Pimpin Ken's, pimp cup, rack a gauge and pump it up
+Hot bitches still get fucked, niggas just want a forty and a blunt
+
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block
+With the product in they socks and the fully loaded Glocks
+Too many die in vain, and it's a crying shame
+The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top
+Acquiring power through growth and development
+On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant
+The brutality of war, never changes
+And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous
+Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than
+What they ever had, experienced yet
+Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill
+Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge and they feel
+The great boundaries of both man and machine
+Can have one at the point, to murder all in between
+Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol
+Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up
+**************************************************
+Pass the Bone[Sample]
+No stems no seeds that you don't need
+Acapulco gold is… BAD ASS WEED
+
+[Intro: The Genius (Prince Rakeem)]
+Yo, this is the Giga-Giga-Genius
+And I got the brother Prince Rakeem on the side
+You know we got the sess bones in the house
+And yo, God, I'ma pass you the bone
+(Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, so I can rule the microphone)
+
+[Verse 1: Prince Rakeem]
+Rakeem is feeling lovely, word, a pocket full of dough
+A little drunk, reaction's mad slow
+Thinking, should I go to the club scene?
+(And do what?) And bag a rub-a-dub queen
+Another thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get ripped
+Put my lips on a blunt tip
+It's been two weeks, since I last scored (What'd you do?)
+Went down to the club floors
+Five dollar fee, plus ID
+But a brother like me gassed his way in for free
+Word, took a bar seat
+Got a tall glass of Sex on the Beach
+And turned to my left, saw this girl she was slamming, sir
+(Ooh, what ya do kid?) I examined her
+Pushed up, I tried to bag her for her name
+(What happened?) I didn't have the game
+Overwhelmed by a scent in the air
+Could it be? Yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess there
+It was Raekwon and Loungin' Lo
+They had a bone (You mean a blunt?) A palmetto
+I said, "Pass the bone, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone"
+They passed it, took one pull, I was blasted
+Felt kind of stimulated, fan-ta-stic
+Re-approached the weak-cypher
+(Did you surprise her?) I tranquilized her
+Bagged her for her name and address
+Slid to her rest, achieved mad success
+(But did you bone her?) Did I bone her?
+Did I bone her? You should've heard her moan (uh!)
+
+[Hook: Prince Rakeem & The Genius]
+Pass the bone, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
+Yo, Genius, flip the microphone
+Yo, pass the bone, kid pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
+Pass the bone so I can rule the microphone
+
+[Verse 2: The Genius]
+Yo, check it
+Outside a nightclub, what? We shine some young bloods
+Drinking forties right down to the suds
+Ready to flow inside and rip the mic phone
+Hmm, and all I needed was a sess bone
+And guess who come down the block stumbling drunk?
+(Who?) Ason, with two bags of skunk
+Pull out the blunt, put the weed inside
+Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied
+Inhale, but not pertaining to cough
+Exhale, you know, like two pulls and off
+Stimulated kind of toxie
+Seen a girl who was foxy, yo, but she needed OxyWash
+Oh my gosh, yo, not to disrespect but back to the subject
+The brothers rolled up on the scene that I had known
+Smelled the skunk and said "Yo pass the bone!"
+I said, "Lounge, G, there's not enough to pass around
+So, go get a bag from Uptown"
+I gave a pound to the brothers who was sweating me
+What about the Wisdoms? Yo, they was stressing me
+"Hey Genius, Genius, when ya gonna come do me
+Step to me, you know, screw me?"
+Just another redbone that I had bagged in the red zone
+And took home to get my head flown
+Forget about the weak-cipher, so I slid to the back
+Leaving tracks of smokestacks
+That originated from the sess crops
+Give me the mic and watch me get props
+
+[Hook: The Genius]
+Pass the bone, yo kid, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
+Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
+Pass the bone so I can rule the microphone
+**************************************************
+Publicity[Verse: GZA]
+Who be first to catch this Beat Down?
+My RapPages be The Source
+Ego Trip remain victory and no loss
+Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets
+Where the most live catch Vibe and Blaze heat
+Double XL kings who rush through got Right On
+Quick to Stress ya sound crew to get a mic on
+Math lets the plates Spin
+Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin, the dawn catch fist
+Keep the paper direct wire, see MJ retire
+Unlike the story that echoes out from chronic liars
+Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs
+A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm
+Killa Beez produce the honey that fortify the platinum
+Plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them
+Thus, street team take shots at criticism
+Promotional vehicles wiffin with mad rhythm
+With the lockout of one of our Source Sports
+We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
+During the first half, number one draft
+Rap lords swing swords, slam microphone, shatter Billboards
+Forty-eight in sight after inhaling the herb
+Vision impaired when the silhouette emerged
+One nut out the Clan
+Get your whole clique banned from radio
+PDs cut your raps man
+Forcing me to move on from one world to another
+On the gulf from the fuel Jet to hover
+Take cover wit the radical Urban Latino
+No Hip-Hop Connection wit Us and Janet Reno
+I do an interview and they aim to trace my Essence
+To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon
+My group's Nova, remain unsober
+And serve High Times with king cobras
+I shoulder low-post MCs, your whole style la feast
+Second to get your Word Up then the troops unleash
+Creative Loafing to the grand opening
+With my ray gun scoping, you're hoping
+Uniforms be fridged when they walk the Black Beat
+In the heat of razors exposing fresh meat
+In Bedrock and Gambling, Rolling Stone out of zone
+Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem
+Collide with the Tiger Beat, Rap et Ragga
+Ebony eyes, folks see the saga
+**************************************************
+Fam (Members Only)[Intro: RZA]
+Yo, yeah check it... yo, yo yo yo
+Yo, if you think you can [fuck] with the Wu Clan
+You get ya nose gets swolled up like Toucan
+If you think you can [fuck] with the Wu Clan
+You get ya nose swollen up like Toucan
+If you think you can [fuck] with the Wu Clan
+You get ya nose swollen up like Toucan Sam
+And we don't give a damn
+Bullets soaked in oil so the Tec can't jam
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Sipping on Caribbean rum, coconut juice
+Smoking on that chocolate stick, open up two
+Bottles of that brass monkey on some drunkie [shit]
+You R&B fake rappers suck a monkey's [dick]
+I'm from back in the days, with the Christopher Hayes
+On my back, striped out black
+You like that? Seven rays in my head
+My girl stays in the bed and she love to lay the eggs
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Prepare for the mic onslaught swift with the sword
+Slick Lord, holding my weight home and abroad
+The crowd roared for the peeps playing for the streets
+I reaped and sewed, scriptures weaved and vowed
+Behold gold for the people equal
+Fresh on the weekend
+Wu-Tang, Biggie Smalls live at the Beacon
+Backstage drinks on the house the show was banging
+Brothers Grey Goosing, Wu was Tanqueraying
+Allah teaching schools in session, the Gods speaking
+I'm just knowledging
+Snake handshakes and fake hugs
+Waiting for the hour to devour
+And splatter ya heads to powder
+I'm a slave to the rhythm
+But never to a mental deafened power
+The hour has come
+We got y'all eleven to one son
+You done off, too late to break north
+Tactics are hazardous to the health, bomb stealth
+Rifle stay M-16, know what I mean?
+Know what I mean?
+
+[Break: Masta Killa (+RZA)]
+Yo Just, what we (stand for?) Loyalty
+What we strive for? Righteousness
+What we live and (die for?)
+Strictly fam members only
+Yo (strictly fam members only)
+Yo, yo Just, what we (stand for?) Loyalty
+What we strive for? Righteousness
+What we live and (die for?)
+(Strictly fam members only)
+(Strictly fam members only)
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+A-yo, a-yo, great minds think alike
+We used to drink all night
+Think about things that's wrong and how to make it right
+Ice cold bottles of brass, time flashes
+A hundred blunts passes
+Before the God asked us
+What's the square miles of the planet?
+Why is the axis slanted?
+How much is covered by water?
+How much is granite?
+True-I-Master-Equality, God body be
+Flowing like the chi energy inside your artery
+Faithful as a Palestine rock against a tank
+The force of my will still kill shooting blanks
+Just from the sound alone ya heads blown
+Still scoring in the red zone you best of head home
+Or get thrown to the dead zone, son we need to live
+Interrupt the Grammy show and teach the kids
+
+[Break: RZA]
+Yo Just, what we stand for?
+What we strive for?
+What we live for?
+What we give for?
+What we die for?
+Strictly fam members only
+Strictly fam members only
+
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+I grew up around block parties ready to rock
+Behind the rope [nigga] with my rhyme on cock
+Verse shot, first [nigga] who had [shit] to pop
+My bad weather blew the feathers off a hundred flocks
+Seventy-percent goose, thirty duck
+Get stuck, if each link in your chain is struck
+Can't come in the rhyme cypher with non-snipers
+Charge off the juice from the pied pipers
+Grew up around B-Boys, DJs, MCs
+Through rap, never thinking their ways of TV
+It was strictly all about about magnificent rhyme clout
+The R.E.C. Room, two dollars with the flyer, three without
+Now it's wigs pushed back, name's removed
+Off the plaque, too wild to reenact
+With tax, that's the price to pay, my goal is to
+Aim and spray; my night is the same as day
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Yo Just, what we stand for?
+What we strive for?
+What we live for?
+What we give for?
+What we die for?
+Strictly fam members only
+Strictly fam members only
+Yo Just, what we stand for?
+What we strive for?
+What we live for?
+What we give for?
+What we die for?
+Strictly fam members only
+Strictly fam members only
+**************************************************
+Amplified Sample[Chorus]
+The amplified sample, will trample
+Delete and cancel then vacate your vessel
+
+[Verse 1]
+Guide this, strenuous as an arm wrestle, move swift as light
+A thousand years in one night, in flight with insight
+Everything I thought of, I saw it happen
+Then I rose from the soil, the Sun blackened
+Then came rap czars, left tracks in scars
+Apparent brightness of exploding stars
+Gave you goods to taste, no ingredients to trace
+You remain stuck trying to figure the shape of space
+No edge or boundary, release 2 rounds or 3
+Intimidate, my razor scrape phony clown MC
+The physical shatter from the blast
+Pyroclastic flow, sets forth a tower of ash
+Through ignorance and misplaced trust your world's crushed
+Too late to activate hyperspatial thrust
+Even wearing camouflage, you're analog
+At war, the scene is high beams and fog
+I came in accompanied by deadly rain and wind
+Mentally endowed when lightning hit the crowd
+The warm side edge across the barrier
+But the storm tide destroyed your area
+
+[Chorus]
+The amplified sample, will trample
+Delete and cancel, then vacate your vessel
+
+[Verse 2]
+To guide this, strenuous as an arm wrestle
+Move swift as light, a thousand years in one night
+In flight with insight, everything I thought of, I saw it happen
+Then I rose from the soil, the Sun blackened
+Then came rap czars, left tracks in scars
+Apparent brightness of exploding stars
+Gave you goods to taste - no ingredients to trace
+You remain stuck trying to figure the shape of space
+No edge or boundary, release 2 rounds or 3
+Intimidate, razor scrape phony clown MC
+Physical shatter from the blast
+Pyroclastic flow, sets forth a tower of ash
+Through ignorance and misplaced trust your world's crushed
+Too late to activate hyperspatial thrust
+Even wearing camouflage, you're analog
+At war, the scene is high beams and fog
+I came in accompanied by deadly rain and wind
+Mentally endowed with lightning, struck the crowd
+The warm side edge across the barrier
+But my storm tide'll destroy your area
+
+[Chorus]
+The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel
+That vacate your vessel
+The amplified sample, the amplified sample, the amplified sample
+Will trample
+The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel
+That vacate your vessel
+The amplified, the amplified sample
+The amplified sample, the amplified
+The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel
+The amplified
+The amplified sample, will trample, delete and cancel
+The amplified, the amplified
+The amplified sample (fade out)
+**************************************************
+Legend of the Liquid Sword[Verse 1: GZA]
+Who won the covenant role, based on a nationwide poll?
+For the grip tales told and rap scrolls
+Perfect pitch for language that's built within
+Where half the rap ink couldn't hold my pen
+Meanin' when emcees came, to live out the name
+They signed the documents with the, blood of the slain
+Far removed from this hip hop life off course
+But the confidence and resilience was never lost
+In the think tank and research labs I laid tracks
+Seen work rule my life but it never broke my back
+Destiny forever shake from the events to come
+From the father and the chemical contents of the sun
+A solid gold figure with a verse that glitters
+Until the platinum beat comes increasingly bitter
+They joined in a likely alliance with the rest
+Schemin' with unsuccessful in a zealous Quest
+We all see, with a degree of certainty
+Who the fake, cowardly cats behind the curtains be
+(Yeah, yeah...)
+They hunt, for the skin, flesh, the blood, and bones
+In front, want to impress with studdes stones
+
+[Hook: Anthony Allen]
+Now who's the man who brought you the Legend
+Of the Liquid Sword?
+Rap critics say "Damn, you're sick with your's"
+4th Chamber and the Shadowboxin' too
+That Nigga be the GZA from Wu
+And if you don't know
+About the pyroclastic flow
+Hotter than the spark that made it blow
+You better recognize, recognize....
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+My U-N-I-verse run like clockworks forever
+Words pulled together, sudden change in the weather
+The nature and the scale of events don't make sense
+A storm with no warnin', you're drawn in by immense
+Gravity that's gone mad, clouds of dust and debris
+Moving at colossal speeds, they crush an emcee
+Since this rap region is heavily packed with stars
+Internal mirror in the telescope, noticed the Czar
+From far away, they blink as the lightnin' strolled
+Great distance of space between precise globes
+That travel in a circular of order
+Like the tape in your cassette recorder, filled with corporate slaughter
+(Yeah, yeah...)
+Meaning the con-tracts manifestly work
+The hitman for hire, weapon in his hand he lurks
+In spite of the strange appearance he laid a clearance
+On his target through a crowded market
+No interference
+The microphone left on the scene without a serial
+Evidence consistent with organic material (Well)
+Surprisingly, as we marched lively with great size and degree
+'Til it spread widely
+
+[Hook: Anthony Allen]
+Now who's the man who brought you the Legend
+Of the Liquid Sword?
+Rap critics say "Damn, you're sick with your's"
+4th Chamber and the Shadowboxin' too
+That Nigga be the GZA from Wu
+And if you don't know
+About the pyroclastic flow
+Hotter than the spark that made it blow
+You better recognize, recognize....
+**************************************************
+Paper PlatesYou ever seen someone who roll
+With Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
+Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin'
+Got a few hooks with no jabs
+Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads
+I get it, you got rich robbin' those in the industry
+Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
+Never try to play the hottest one out ya camp
+He might step off and take half the joules from ya amp
+Enough to make ya Vogue on that cover of GQ
+Only missin' the sheer blouse, homey, you see through
+Stop sippin' on that Formula 50
+They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy
+Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
+Especially these overrated raps, step to fetch it
+I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
+Woodwork strips bein' chipped from sharp chizzles
+One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
+If you was a pimp, put tricks on the stroll
+And if those were soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold
+Who shot ya? You don't have enough on your roster
+You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster
+That yayo you slingin', please abort it
+Too many cuts on it, cokeheads, they won't snort it
+I spray the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get
+Your best ghostwriters, get 'em all to testify
+Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets?
+Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzin' and really on it
+Whipped with Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords
+Choked by Ironmen 'til we crush your vocal chords
+You ain't nothin' but a pig in the blanket
+Hog head, the deadliest food at the banquet
+All this rap crap, that's trapped in your colon
+Only means, get rid of the wack shit you holdin'
+Sweet tooth dudes stay out the candy shop
+You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
+A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese
+Got somethin' to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease
+Get your ankles broke, while doin' your two-step
+Leave a thank you note, for the crutches the Wu left
+ProActive rap, you know they put drug in the cream
+You hallucinate and see Kanye in your dream
+And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the Bandits
+With the brush stroke off the canvas
+I walk on your gators and lizards, raise the lynx
+That was killed for your minks, you be rockin' in blizzards
+Wanna be cop, 'til you walk to D-Block
+And get entranced for us, spread your wings like peacocks
+I was an MC when you was in Nutville
+On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled
+Ten years MC'ing, but I flow like I'm twenty-one
+Straight from Medina, with the mass of many suns
+The supernova, give off gamma ray bursts
+And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off first, what's up?
+**************************************************
+The Mexican[Intro: Kara Lane]
+Chico Fernandez
+Sleeping on his guns
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+Shot rare coins for practice
+Map to the fortune, hidden up under the mattress
+A lead belt attaches with holsters
+Waiting area, two blazing toasters
+Hit the stage coach on stallions
+Looking for Federal Reserve notes and gold medallions
+Heavily pursued by the local governor, a southerner
+Sought after by the whole battalion
+Fell out a snake within the handshake
+Get the drop on them then he exploited the mistake
+Protecting his gold he sold by the plates
+Ready to shoot while his horses drank from the lake
+Deputy saved by the badge on the blazer
+A warning shot from one that had the aim of a lazer
+Trait by the neighbor a gambler
+Who would stack the deck, plus he marked cards wit a razor
+
+[Chorus: Kara Lane]
+Chico Fernandez
+Sleepin' on his guns
+Dreams of Santa Anna
+Fighting in the sun
+Drums so loud from outside
+Makes it hard to dream
+A bruise is forming hard and fast
+Makes it all seem real
+Mornin’, come mornin’
+A Chico’s gotta have his share
+Mornin’, sad mornin’
+What a laugh, and I cried
+And I cry, cry, cry, cry, cried
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+He used to move weight but then became a grower
+Constricted boa, the Mochis Sinaloa
+Cooperating along in mining zones
+For mostly silver and other shining stones
+Abandoned political rebel
+He moved with a group of Pistoleros flashing heavy metals
+Clash with the law triggered intense reactions
+Hard labor gave them multiple contractions
+Lawmen turned to outlaw, gunfighter cattle rustlers
+Hustlers ruff riders useless connections
+Everything traversal
+Cross stone socio-economic circles
+
+[Chorus: Kara Lane]
+Senorita pining
+Chico, come on home
+Santa Anna’s losing
+You’ll be first to go
+Sam Houston’s laughing
+Davy Crockett too
+When Anna takes the Alamo
+The first to go is you
+Mornin’, come mornin’
+A Chico’s gotta have his share
+Mornin’, sad mornin’
+Heaven will be there
+
+[Outro: Kara Lane]
+Mornin’, sad mornin’
+What a laugh and a laugh
+Ha ha ha ha ha
+
+[Guitar Solo: Tom Morello]
+**************************************************
+Life Is a Movie[Verse 1: RZA]
+I got scientist killas that'll jam your cell phone
+Send a text message, kill you off with a ringtone
+High pitched noise, on your brain, it's heavy
+Autopsy report, that he jumped off a train
+It started when the dearly departed, tried to escape max'
+Then cut into the general's income like state tax
+One call, to seal the deal with feel
+Doctor on the payroll, cost a quarter mill
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+The mailman's late with the check
+I'm in the flood with a bunch of bills that's about up to my neck
+Plus my rent's not paid and the light's about to go off
+Car got stolen by a thief who likes to show off
+I can't even get a job, giving out flyers
+I'm a handyman with a pair of broke pliers
+The fridge is bare as Mother Hubbard's cupboard
+I'm so down and out, I can only go upward
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+I form rhymes in alphabet soups
+From the rhythm of the spoon, I transform the loop
+From the steam of the bowl, I'm making special effects
+Add a dash of spice, only God can detect
+Had a word, to make a bear return to his cub
+A word that make a girl come home from the club
+A word that make a demon return back to God
+And the word that help Dorothy get home from Oz
+Thirty frames per second, these films we be perfecting
+Scenes of light put through all projection
+Electricity, perfectivity
+Audio and visually, physically and mentally
+
+[Verse 4: GZA]
+I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack
+And I seem to stay under clouds that's pitch black
+So when it rains, it pours, and when it pours, I'm soaked
+I contracted lung cancer from third-hand smoke
+And uh, I'm like the frog that's dying to be a prince
+The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced
+The man who hit lotto and lost his ticket
+In a rainstorm, and struck by lightning trying to get it
+
+[Hook: Irfane Khan-Acito]
+And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie
+I don't like to film, I don't like to film
+And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie
+I don't like to film, I don't like to film
+Play it all back, play it all back
+
+[Verse 5: GZA]
+Lights, camera, action, let the tape roll
+Some scripts get ripped, canned or even sold
+Directors vision, producers decision
+And raised the budget, because the chase had collisions
+Stunt double risks his life just for the thrill
+DP checks the gate before the scene gets sealed
+Gaffer slapped with a slate for being late
+Craft service got nervous and dropped a hundred plates
+Leading actor banging an extra in the trailer
+Screaming, hitting high notes like Mahalia
+Box office hit and a Blockbuster smash
+Two hundred mil' budget and still recouped the cash
+
+[Hook: Irfane Khan-Acito]
+And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie
+I don't like to film, I don't like to film
+And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie
+I don't like to film, I don't like to film
+Play it all back, play it all back
+**************************************************
+Firehouse[Verse 1: Ka]
+My life rest in a .45, aim for the head, chest fortified
+Sons look for revenge, out of stress, daughters cry
+Gotta do it here, can't afford to try
+Thought the gutter ended in the 'Ville, then I saw the 'Stuy
+They get wet daily, it's a live nigga water ride
+Slow and steady win the race, step aside, let the tortoise by
+It's the hunted man, street value hundred grand
+Instinct, nothing planned, been through shit you couldn't understand
+Cain, Hec, and Dawuan - I'm repping the lifeless
+Weapon of crisis, guns run out, I'm steppin' in
+Checkin' for secondary devices, live in the real world
+Fuck bitches, get love from a real girl, raised my sister
+Amongst the slime and the crime, now she a ill pearl
+You never seen nothing like me, I'm for those who get it on nightly
+You need a boost of strength, put it on, recite me
+I tour with toast, cuz drama's always close
+Feeling the waves, kill the praise, applaud my folks
+From the core, the most raw, absorb the quotes
+For sure I'm the cure, and there's more of the dose
+Yeah, I'm from the bottom but I look forward to gross
+
+[Hook: GZA (Ka)]
+In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill)
+I'm from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (some 'Ville)
+Know many brothers, some cry, some build
+Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (steal)
+Some get popped, some die, some heal (some heal)
+Some get knocked, some hide and some real
+(Some even bust shots, some live, some kill)
+(But that's gutter where Ka and them chill)
+
+[Verse 2: Ka]
+Slim nigga with the fat pound, back down
+Most brolic dude, try to move, hit him in the face
+Never again taste solid food. Same nigga
+If I'm in solitude, or with the wildest crew
+Bulletproof down my coats like Ghost's wallets, too
+I run wit a crook or two, look who escaped out Brooklyn Zoo
+Fuck that queen, I show you what a knight, and a rook'll do
+New York City Bronson, heat up quicker than Vinnie Johnson
+The block got Bloods now, it's like a mini Compton
+To have honey smiling, need money piling
+Bundles, bundles, bundles, a hundred thousand
+That's why with my gun I'm browsing
+On the hottest strip to see who I gotta hit to start running housing
+I listen to my id, respect my ego
+If I need council, bounce through, check my people
+The first on Earth with the same thirst I accept is equal
+Never move with crews, you'll lose, they steps beneath you
+I rep it lethal in beef, might elect to mesquite you
+From where the beast greet you, do as much as dirt as us, but they preach lethal
+The block is class, the blast from the heat teach you
+Get one lesson, fail, oh well, the streets keep you
+Pat his jeans, one magazine, sheet sleep you
+
+[Hook: GZA (Ka)]
+In the gutter, some ride, some chill (some chill)
+I'm from the gutter, some 'Stuy, some 'Ville (some 'Ville)
+Know many brothers, some cry, some build
+Word to the mother, some lie, some steal (steal)
+Some get popped, some die, some heal (some heal)
+Some get knocked, some hide and some real
+(Some even bust shots, some live, some kill)
+(But that's gutter where Ka and them chill)
+
+[Verse 3: Ka]
+I embody, every nigga who carried a shotty
+Forced to grow up quick, never sat on the potty
+Went from crawl to run, we want all or none
+Being fatherless bothered us, everybody we called 'em son
+Block scholastic, sellin chips from the rock jurassic
+For heavy glory, mark territory 'fore I rot in casket
+Thought our young committee was gon' run the city
+One fears being unprepared, so I brung the Smitty
+If you dare come and get me, I'm from royalty
+I represent myself, don't need no lawyer fee
+People call on me, cuz I'm ready when it's urgent
+Too much grace to tremble, hand steady as a surgeon
+**************************************************
+Highway Robbery[GZA]
+An MC stepped to me, lying about one
+Kid that rolled with him who died in the outcome
+Thinking he could get with me, gain victory
+When the season's all on his beef was hickory
+The situation at hand still remained critical
+The check analytical, reaction was pitiful
+He pushed his pawn up, yo that's a wrong move
+A hog move, some rap cat on dog food
+Microphone competition we devour
+You pull plugs but take no source of power
+Cause then in MCing, the contours of the land
+Intricate architects that's linked to a plan
+The W-U-hyphen-T-A-N-G
+My rap flow automatic and never empty
+Don't tempt me, quick to bust off another
+Flee in that direction you could get it from my brother
+At least then you know that you up against G-O-D
+So when we throw those grenades you better be
+Ready, not iced out and petty
+Neckful couldn't match one oil drop from Getty
+That's ran by the icon who just left Exxon
+And spilled oil so he could cash checks on
+The strength cause local niggas be hating
+But the sound still travels from state to state and
+No dress code, boot, hats and all metal
+Strictly hip hop underground and all ghetto
+So catch it, throw it on your plate and scratch it
+Mix that [shit], y'all niggas can't do [shit]
+
+[Hook 2X: Governor Two's]
+Stick it up like it's a highway robbery
+True gangstas we run New York City
+We come fi takeover the industry
+Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we
+
+[GZA]
+How come so much rap [shit] sound so similar
+Is it confusing for you to remember the
+Originator, paint sprayer, crafts innovators
+Quick close ups of the artform's life savors
+From tapes to decks, beats with raps, streets with gats
+Speaking of tracks, I've ran plenty laps
+The crates were packed, Farms were Phat
+Thieves would chat to stab my back, detect many traps
+Hazardous enterprise, the youths energized
+Not seeing the truth till it's in your eyes
+Burning, you learning to power your rhyme
+Exert maximum damage in minimum time
+Road L's are lit, my spears start to hit
+Strange translation of words of wit
+Through the cable transmit' and once the shoe fit
+Unlock the secret of prophecies and that's it
+Stay submerged deep as we cruise the seas
+Beneath the Surface just like Adidas and Lee's
+Or a croke head that used to walked the length
+From Brooklyn to get a beat on 43rd and 10th
+And that's just a short trip to flip without a whip
+Tried to shop this most extravagant gift
+To a cat who wasn't hemped and never opened doors
+Till he accidently seen it on the shelves of stores
+That's more frightning than strikes of lightning
+Tearing up the storm in your average college dorm
+So think about it when you trying to flow
+When you wanna step to us I think you should know
+
+[Hook 4X]
+**************************************************
+Stay Out of Bars[Intro]
+Yo, check this shit out
+
+[Verse 1]
+Hangin out in bars can become no joke
+When you start to drinkin gin, rum, Bacardi, and coke
+Or Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante
+Even forties being shared throughout the posse
+Jukebox is slamming throughout the bright moon
+With the melody, of a soft Barry White tune
+I sit back, like I got it made in the shade
+Holding my dick as I talk to the barmaid
+Excuse me miss, "Alright here I come
+May I help you?" Yeah, double shot of rum
+"On the rocks sir?" Mm-mmm, not at all
+Who the fucks need ice inside of burning alcohol
+I reach in my pockets to tip the whore
+But I'm clumsy, my change start falling on the floor
+I play macho, and say leave it for the sweeper
+BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP my fucking beeper
+I start stumbling to the phone booth
+Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety proof
+The phone booth door is closed, the light is on
+The girlie just dialed nine-seven-zero porn
+She sit back, with her legs cocked in the air
+While her fingers do the walking through her knotty pubic hair
+Her eyes are shut tight, she moans and groan
+I hit the glass, "Get the fuck off the phone!"
+She jumped up and said, "You just had to be the one
+To interrupt me when I was having so much fun"
+I said, "Hold up, yo, bitch you think it's cute
+To be perverted, let alone a sleazy prostitute?"
+She said, "How can you try to disrespect any female
+Or me and my homegirls just because we sell?"
+I said, "Pussy? That's what you call it?"
+She screamed out, "You're goddamn right you alcoholic!"
+She said, "This is a public phone and you do not run it"
+I said, "So is your pussy but can I use it when I want it?"
+
+[Hook]
+Stay out of bars
+Stay out of bars
+
+[Verse 2]
+I was in Times Square, loungin hard
+Me and the Prince Rakeem, you know, the God
+Watchin females posin for a flick
+Thinking of who would be the first to turn a trick
+"Yo Genius you see that?" "Yeah" "So what you think?"
+"Let's swing em to the nearest spot to have a drink"
+I winked at one she said, "Hi" in a low pitch
+Rakeem started flowing and bagged the other ho bitch
+Now we searchin for a zebra lounge
+To settle down, right in the heart of midtown
+Went to this place called the Sting Pit
+Got inside and seen all types of shit
+Men who looked soft but acting wild
+Dancing to the beat, Ten City style
+Females who wore jeans that were tight
+With faces resembling transvestites
+Everyone in the bar gave my girlies mean looks
+As if they were fugitive crooks
+They smiled at me and the God, showin all thirty-two
+That's when I caught the clue
+As this redbone, who thought she looked fly
+Rolled up on me, and she said "Hi"
+That one little word fucked up the whole night
+Her voice was deeper, than Barry White
+I jumped up, and boy did I flip
+I pull out a nine and I empty the clip
+The place was flowin' with crazy blood
+A little midtown massacre type flood
+And as we stepped off from the scene
+Here's the message I got from Rakeem
+
+[Hook]
+Stay out of bars
+Stay out of bars
+Stay out of bars
+Stay out of bars
+**************************************************
+Auto Bio[GZA]
+I was born, witht the mic in my hand
+Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land
+I pulled up on the block, go out the truck
+It was the first of pit stops
+The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop
+That was somethin', I had identified with
+So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then
+Myself and RZA, made trips to the B.X
+A mass of ferocious M.C.'s and talent T-Rex
+Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day
+We knew we would get a reward for the price we'll pay
+The basic training was beyond entertainment
+Just the cadence of the verbal expressions, self explainin'
+Wore my boots out in constant walks across the borough
+Tore the troops out the frame when they challenge the most thorough
+From well concealed firing positions we let off the most
+Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast
+They say I rhyme like the bank that stop
+Cause M.C.'s be more shook than the dice that drop
+Especially if I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven
+Cause with the GZA holdin', that keep a nigga movin'
+I walk Broadway, from Quincy to Myrtle
+Back to Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be
+They heard the Legend, run to the reverend
+With headaches and blackouts, worse then seventy seven
+
+[Hook: GZA]
+And when my job is done
+And it's time to get those that's comin' up some runs
+So you can see where they from, from, from...
+They say the product is good
+We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood
+'Til it's understood
+
+[GZA]
+We still search through the crates of songs that just breaks
+At times we play legendary battles on tapes
+Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords
+Energy that was stored, be rain that just poured
+On cats and dogs, water that, flooded the stance
+The violence and nature had trigged the violence of man
+That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats
+Publicize regrets, wanted alive or dead
+A hand full recovered from the dramatic plunge
+While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues
+Since the competition already slayed them in a scrimmage
+He continued tarnish that, already faded image
+Any sport, when they come short, majors don't need 'em
+Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom
+The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke
+Like too many tokes, that'll retard your growth
+This Witty Unpredictable Talent or Natural Game
+With non added of slang, it's all actual fact
+The high roller knock the chip off the shoulder
+Strike like the perfect bowler, with catastrophic damage
+My other's hard to vanish, punishment, swift to sudden
+Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak
+Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Crash Your Crew[Verse: GZA]
+Let's drink wine from the purest grapevine and rhyme
+Out my motherfucking mind
+Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line
+Catch juice from the lamp pole
+Fifteen twenty-inch woofers blow the manhole
+Made the street crack, massive feedback
+Allah Math spin the beat back
+The crowd look while the stage shook
+Carpenters made errors
+Craftsmen had his head severed
+Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tons of snow
+Wrote this rhyme in video, verbal assassin
+Blastin, exploit your break through explosively
+Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously
+Gain control, optimize the input channel
+I set it relatively high for those on a panel
+CD with the durable long-life cover
+Very similar to no other
+I seen a million try to set afloat, thousands that show
+Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow
+But one individual they forgot to frisk so
+Now his pursuit is not without risk
+A special no thanks for being flank
+While journalists stay runnin in front of tanks
+Flew out first class, came back, closed task
+Rough path surfaces, no math
+Military campaign, bust shots, cause inflammation of the brain
+Beat Crazy Eddie insane
+Feel the pain, niggas reign
+
+[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I'm gonna crash your crew
+**************************************************
+Stay in Line[GZA]
+Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is empty
+Plus the wack shit in the game might tempt me
+Quickly drop non-stop rec shot
+What I took on the road on the lap and desktop
+A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves
+8-Track figure that's mixed wit Pro Tool
+I rhyme wit sense the paragraph was intense
+Area's dense with the flow from the sentence
+Engine powered by five hundred horses
+Press by a threat of joint forces
+For emcee's who spit rap to cause beef
+Cause they depend on wild kill for fresh meat
+On the board, you're just a piece that's captured
+Weak as the lamb that's laying in the pasture
+The plug that gave ya juice, I might pull it
+Can't escape these endless waves of rap bullets
+
+[Hook: Santi White (GZA)]
+They got no place for me
+In my life can't you see?
+I must not push or bite it tell me
+Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line)
+Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line son)
+Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line kid)
+Stay in line
+
+[GZA]
+I'm not insane in fact I'm kinda rational
+Chrome-plated serrated swords slashing you
+I shine light to the mic
+That's filled with the unspoiled water that's rich with life
+But um, you get high off the wealth and livin' large
+We rely on the stealth of camouflage
+Cut supply lines, flood ya mans market
+From high altitude cover the land target
+Lost in the desert, the journey is stressful
+Where the rescues are unsuccessful
+They perish while they search for it, intriguing treasures
+Shoulda taken precautionary measures
+The rhyme with the shank in the yard that kept stabbing ya
+A shakedown from Alcatraz to Attica
+Because we rock the jails
+Where the inmates write the verse on the walls of cells
+
+[Hook: Santi White (GZA)]
+They got no place for me
+In my life can't you see?
+I must not push or bite it tell me
+Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line)
+Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line son)
+Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line kid)
+Stay in line
+
+[GZA]
+Ya out cold, ya styles old
+Allah just rolled, attack his skull wit a plan that's bold
+Hit ya king with a Check that caused directly damage ya disco tech
+Shoulda' Protect ya Neck
+
+[Santi White]
+And do they think they got me? I don't know
+They seen ya picture baby? Don't think so
+Now do your mission and while you were thinking
+Ain't no collision that'll stop me from screaming
+
+[GZA]
+Involving movements, controlling the squares that's closed in
+Wit impact, in fact ya zone is frozen
+Submerged in deep blocks of ice
+Scheming a wise by the high-tech devise
+The slightest fame can bring pain and torture
+The author, who came with a burning offer
+Published by whoever made it must own it
+Is just an atonement for one chaotic moment
+
+[Hook: Santi White (GZA)]
+They got no place for me
+In my life can't you see?
+I must not push or bite it tell me
+Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line)
+Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line son)
+Stay in line, Stay in line (Stay in line kid)
+Stay in line
+**************************************************
+Sparring Minds[Verse 1: GZA]
+Designer and most of man
+Stands the front-end loader
+Hold enough weight that'll compensate the shareholders
+Powerful motor controls are mad stable
+No room for error, injury proves fatal
+Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel
+After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheels
+Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster
+There's always potential for large scale disasters
+In the rec' rippin' narrowly missin'
+My camp be forced into a perilous proposition
+We must come see ya, despite imminent danger
+Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar
+From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore
+Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore
+Nigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope
+On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes
+The magnitude of the devastation untold
+The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Insane flower, vein blower
+Aim and it's game over
+You know the name, flame-thrower
+Got the code to the game and I hold the main controller
+Soldiers from the jump, and today the same soldier
+I stay low, play close to bank rolls
+Polly with the greatest who walk the same road
+Oh you ain't hear? Ain't nuttin' new but the gear
+The crew of the year, kid too much to bear
+Find out what I'm about, know the legend
+The slight disrespect of his name provoke tension
+No threat, bringin' the force like Boba Fett
+The old vet whose presence alone control the set
+I'm next level, ya best settle, bless Rebel
+I shine like a bezel, with strength to bend metal
+"Plunge head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums
+The verse is murder one
+
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+We rhyme back-to-back, dangerous emcees
+Move on track-to-track 100 bar measure
+Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure
+Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood
+Eventually they would
+Lay down the trademark with god that built wealth
+To dip-dive in the beehive was on self
+For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle
+The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble
+I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon
+On a camp-out, the kerosene lamp out
+So we walked the road we paved
+With trails that left vinyl footsteps engraved
+**************************************************
+Stringplay (Like This, Like That)[Method Man]
+Uh, and it goes like this
+Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that
+Now let me tell you who I am
+Up early in the morning, dressed in black
+Who dat? *echoes*
+
+[Genius/GZA]
+Yo yo
+Marvel this theatrical, drama on stage
+Broadway classical, led men to rage
+Like currents, the beat change and now a flow is strange
+You in the arctic wit wolves that viciously maim
+Thugs that roam clubs, in the dark wit fireworks that spark
+Saltwater vibrations comin' from sharks
+Blood-thirsty kids bite just as well as I write
+You're like secretaries who can't type, you're no use
+Broke down vessels who want a boost, there's no jokes
+Quick fast you, get stumped 'cause you played, your organ pump
+Kool-Aid, from Indiana wit the Jones of a Lost Crusade
+Hip-hop done hit the church, choir girls rockin' mini skirts
+The b-side kept plenty hurt
+Push like the shovels in snow storms
+And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! *echoes*
+
+Chorus [Method Man] 4x
+Uh and it goes like this
+Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that
+
+[Method Man]
+Pay no attention to the evil they speak
+You caught the beef wit the equal eye, poisonous beats from underneath
+Crack the concrete wit two left feet
+Head on my meat
+Ain't no games here we playin for keeps (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!)
+Introducing, the crowd seducing man on the street
+Penitentiaries is either half-dead or too sweet
+Back to basic, condition-al god, plus I can take it
+Wagin war within the matrix, it's hard to see
+Touch, hear, smell or even taste it, take your places
+We runnin in these human races, bucking naked
+Back-slappin kid yappin, actin villian catchin feelin like we cap peelin
+As if we killin every brick in every project building
+From Cabrini Green to Tildens, sincerely yours
+Mista Meth and Maximilion (da millions, da millions)
+(Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka KAAA!) (da millions ha!)
+
+Chorus 5x
+
+[Method Man]
+Uh uh uh uh
+Uh uh uh uh
+Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!)
+(WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!)
+Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm
+And it goes like this
+**************************************************
+Victim[Hook: Joan Davis]
+Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto
+Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day
+Adolescence working for small pay
+World so little he could never leave his block
+His home bullet-riddled so he always need his Glock
+He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking
+Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking
+Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools
+Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school
+There's no diploma that can break you from the coma
+Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry
+On the corner hyenas amongst me
+Yapping 'bout the stories they be hearing, always swearing
+Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing
+Caught up in the silk web of material
+Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue
+The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming
+Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning
+Mothers of murder victims share the same grief
+The elderly shake their head in disbelief
+And no relief came 'til I aimed
+And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA
+
+[Hook: Joan Davis]
+Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto
+Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh
+
+[Verse 2: Njeri Earth]
+My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks
+On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops
+And cops watch innocent niggas roaming in flocks
+Romanism in tops, papers and knots
+Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot
+To get money knots some funny niggas act like
+They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop
+Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot
+Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not
+Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle
+When the devils uncivil society and die free
+With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists
+The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch
+And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus
+Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces
+Children molested within these pest-infested buildings
+Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings
+Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling
+"Please somebody save me, please somebody save me"
+
+[Hook: Joan Davis] (x2)
+Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto
+Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh
+
+[Outro: Joan Davis]
+Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto
+**************************************************
+Come Do Me[Verse 1]
+Here I am loungin' at a hype party
+Then I see this lady with a hellafied body
+With a pair of bedroom eyes that were clocking The Genius
+Well, you see what I mean is
+She had the look as if she was attracted
+To me so what I did, I reacted
+In a manner to show that I was feeling the same
+Now check out the game
+I said lovely, I be The Genius and how ya doing?
+I'm on a chase and you're the one that I'm pursuing
+She said it's the pleasure Genius, I'm doing kinda fine
+But what's on your mind?
+I said
+
+[Hook]
+Girl
+Come Do Me
+
+[Verse 2]
+I said sexy, where you live over yonder?
+What's your name? She said, "It's Yolanda"
+She said she knew me from back in the days
+And that I had her running on a wild sex craze
+I said now you're kinda big and well-developed
+And parts of your body just made my head swell up
+She said her feelings were so deep for me
+To the point where she wanted to sleep with me
+I said c'mon babe, I know you're jokin'
+She said if I'm jokin' you must be smokin'
+I said the only think I wanna be smokin' is your boots
+And she said "I hear ya troop"
+And just from that little bit of conversation
+It put my hormones into activation
+The whole thing just went to my head
+As I held her hands and said
+Baby, come do me
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Hey good looking how many times may I say
+That your gorgeous smile takes my breath away
+Your soft warm little voice is very pleasing
+And your tight mini-skirt is kinda teasing
+Me, it makes me wanna do the nasty
+And you got the look of being very classy
+So go ahead and whip it on me
+As Latifah said, "gimme that body"
+So you see right there I desire you
+I'm not a pimp and I don't want to hire you
+Cause that's not what The Genius is about
+Let my love slide in and never slip out
+**************************************************
+Did Ya Say That?[Verse 1]
+I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is just the jump in
+The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
+The herds start stomping the promoters that be fronting
+They sue for Cash Rule but the courts they give 'em nothing
+Your soundman came with the feedback like we need that
+Security's shining flashlights like "where the weed at?"
+Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face
+And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it
+Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
+Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
+No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
+One will weigh out the other
+Like friend next to brother
+Try to take cover as the battle comes to a closion
+That structure that supported your rap started implosion
+Your whole chest and your world caved in
+They completely gave in, they was far from brave men
+
+[Hook 2X: GZA]
+Did ya say that?
+Record execs wanna push the album way back?
+And hold out on my advance?
+They didn't pay that
+Producers want seven points?
+He didn't play that
+Yo did he say that?
+Did ya say that?
+Record execs wanna push the album way back?
+And hold back my advance?
+They didn't pay that
+Producers want seven points?
+He didn't play that
+Yo did he say that?
+
+[Verse 2]
+Raindrops keep falling on your head
+So heavy that it's tearing what you're wearing
+Ain't caring, so you're hearing what I said
+I'm making sure it stick
+Like a stamp you don't lick
+Or a snare with no kick
+So you know it be authentic like the hand-made works of a carpenter
+The 64 squares make 'em use a sharpener
+Kept a fine point with the lead, then it's thread
+On the paper then like cancer it would rapidly spread
+This music is addictive but can't live without it
+At times you shout it The Wu, they be about it
+A strong following with the die-hard supportedly
+The loyalty came from the songs that went accordingly
+I couldn't be more wrong if I changed the format
+Did something different from the most explored rap
+
+[Hook]
+Did ya say that?
+Record execs wanna push the album way back?
+And hold out on my advance?
+They didn't pay that
+Producers want seven points?
+He didn't play that
+Yo did he say that?
+Did ya say that?
+Record execs wanna push the album way back?
+And hold back my advance?
+They didn't pay that
+Producers want seven points?
+He didn't play that
+Yo did he say that?
+
+[Verse 3]
+Positive Elevation Always Correct Errors
+That's the fire till my Clansmen starts to spread terror
+Spin your wig back like we DJ'ing, he ain't playing
+My songs set a trap, catch 'em laying
+Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across
+Not to play it is a terrible loss at whose cost?
+People wait like never before for the ball to drop
+At the gate lined up for a tape to cop
+I still run into students banging my first joint
+Wrote a essay off the second LP to prove a point
+That a rhyme is a terrible thing to waste
+Gimmicks and radio the God don't chase
+But I replace your wackness, it shows in your flows
+Immaturenesses, all of your hoes, case closed
+Most of your strength is in the pocket of you clothes
+That you endorse in every rhyme like it's garments and robes (echo)
+
+[Hook]
+Did ya say that?
+Record execs wanna push the album way back?
+And hold out on my advance?
+They didn't pay that
+Producers want seven points?
+He didn't play that
+Yo did he say that?
+Did ya say that?
+Record execs wanna push the album way back?
+And hold back my advance?
+They didn't pay that
+Producers want seven points?
+He didn't play that
+Yo did he say that?
+Yo did he say that?
+**************************************************
+1991 Freestyle[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+One, two
+One, two
+This how we do it from Brooklyn
+
+[GZA]
+Oh yeah that sounds kinda funky
+Alright, break it down and then I'll start
+
+[Verse: GZA]
+Check it out
+When I begin to wreck a hip-hop tune
+The crowd reacts immediately, if not soon
+I'm black and proud, I move the crowd
+I'm raised from Hell, yo
+My lyrics alone rock the bell!
+Of those who say that its me they wanna scar
+Hmm, that's like George Burns without a cigar
+So, come in the game and project the hard image
+But they can't never get past the line of scrimmage
+'Cause I'm on a defense, what a tough sequence
+And you lack the knowledge to understand a pretense
+So, just from not planning it right, you got sacked
+By a blitz of rhymes that was broken down in stacks
+Therefore, the mic was hyped but then your hand
+Got stripped and ripped while it slipped from its stand
+Then what happened? You begin to cease to control it
+You fumbled, couldn't rumble, so then I stole it
+How did you think you could make first down?
+If you were boxing, you wouldn't escape the first round
+Save the bull, don't even begin to waste time, drop the mic
+Before you reach fate, then you rhyme and realize
+You were just weak from the start
+You make demos, but really don't master the art
+I know ya know deep down inside you can't flow
+Plus, you're backwards, when I said red, you said "Go!"
+But you should've stopped, because the red was the bloodshed
+But you ignored the warning and you went ahead
+You tried me, G, by setting up a match
+A fair one, meaning no strings attached, then bang!
+**************************************************
+Mic Trippin[Verse 1: GZA]
+Mic Trippin' from rock skipping off the local brooks
+Not knowing, heavyweight throwing vocal hooks
+Rhyming off Apache, the RZA scratch thee
+Records borrowed from Home Alone kid known as Latchkey
+Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics
+45s marked up, looped with static
+Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, truck's Chevy
+Flare ripped from the magic lair of medley
+But deadly, I merge forward with a sharp spear
+He must return now, his flight departs here
+Like Sitting Bull, I lay with my bow pulled
+Arrow poisonous 'cause my enemy clip's full
+Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers
+Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders
+Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers
+Intimate footage roll off the cameraman's shoulders
+Many will die for fame, moving like Leroy
+Can't be one and the same, nah, that ain't b-boy
+The decoy, scan this with high tech radar
+Til' my mic strike, leave a state-size crater
+I came into this with the writer's block
+To prevent a sudden shock on a large flock
+Clips are uncut episode, invincible armor
+I blaze one once I strike the match off my bomber
+
+[Hook: GZA]
+Adjust this, til its EQ'ed like never
+Watch ya megawatts, bang spots, raise the lever
+It's Operation Cobra, it's over
+Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+My rough cut metal tapes, quick to break label mates
+Won't hesitate to negotiate your table stake
+First lesson came from the session, room one
+From the longest awaited but the strongest made it
+Complex, complicated, compressed, elongated
+Homicidal, subtitle, Wu claw, banger off the ocean shore
+Kid jaw, cut with the jigsaw
+Intern engineer, vest on the youth
+Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires
+From autofire rapid from a verbalist slangster's gat
+Two hit Tucker, she labeled it gangster rap
+Unseen curve, struck the vital nerve
+Of some sort, courts got papers to serve
+Still bang 'em in the head, just lead, no eraser
+One shot, no chaser, who ya replacer
+You punch-drunk swinging your keys on your index
+Showing off your Rolex, didn't see the Joe Tex
+Filmed it on Bolex, smashed with the largest
+Full finger, name ringer, life clinger
+
+[Hook: GZA]
+Adjust this 'til its EQ'd like never
+Watch ya megawatts, bang spots, raise the lever
+It's Operation Cobra, it's over
+Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier
+Adjust this 'til its EQ'd like never
+Watch ya megawatts, bang spots, raise the lever
+It's Operation Cobra, it's over
+Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier
+**************************************************
+Silent[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
+Yeah, six o'clock in the morning
+That's right, you gotta get your darts right
+Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+I got rid of the grays
+Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy
+Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me
+The whole place was standin', G
+What they chant, we was family
+Jumped in the crowd and I swam the sea
+Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me
+Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three
+Say, yo, Math, fuck it, throw on Jim Browski
+Versace, banana color robes and my socks be
+Them Billie Jean shits and they real rocky
+The fans can't knock me
+I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me
+Plus I'm cocky, bitch
+
+[Streetlife]
+Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face
+Cop patrol couldn't control the place
+I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate
+The signs up, yellin', "We love your tape!"
+I'm sorry I took so long, didn't mean to make ya'll wait
+But good things take time to create
+You can find me, in your studio
+Half baked, eatin' ganja cake
+Tryin' to make my next release date
+With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate
+You know a brother bond is hard to break
+When we perform we cause the Earth to shake
+Ain't nuthin' change, it's still those same niggas you love to hate
+GZA...
+
+[GZA]
+I set examples over amplified samples
+That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample
+On those who fell victim, body loss they souls
+These beats when I picked 'em
+Jones played the role, soldiers, brave and bold
+RZA paved the road, GZA buries the scrolls
+Then months later it was, then years later it was
+Written on loose leaf, that old formula
+That was stolen by new thieves
+The journalist watched it, critics couldn't knock it
+A piece of history that they carried in their pocket
+With the time factor, speed was the order of the day
+With a delay they were able to, what he would say
+Why waste the slot time with a ridiculous rhyme
+That's only excused by a generous mind
+I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans
+'Til I turned rap fields into harvested lands
+**************************************************
+High Price, Small Reward[Verse 1: GZA]
+I wiped the chrome off with the dustcloth 'fore I bust off
+What's the cost, life loss?
+High price to pay for a small reward
+Kill for that Bushwick and Halsey broad
+I provided the jumper cables through the booster mini-packs
+Based on the drama unfolding in the track
+I don't hold back, I spare no one
+Swords swing like shogun, now who want it?
+You see the truth, then act upon it
+Or feel the fire's full view
+Ain't a MC that I hit can pull through
+Y'all niggas are like kids, flashing plastic tools
+Unaware of the multi-year dynastic rule
+What?! Stupid!
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Without a doubt, it's in the heart
+Where the best darts were written
+Sitting at the window of the Grand Old Earths
+Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat
+'Cause some savage niggas are lost beyond reach
+Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance
+Left to wander the streets and experiment with devilishment
+Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders
+One-twenty bomb holders let 'em off and explode
+The battlefield haunting, the daunting
+Wu-Tang dance, deadly emits six pence
+Spiral, rifle barrel pointed, elastic noose
+Plastic head wrap stifle, survival
+Tribal, title - Secret Rival
+Article subliminal message throwing
+Bitch niggas hoeing on labels
+Mic cables, capable of slowing down jets on deck
+Fucking you straight through continuously
+Justice, the war of the critical penital
+Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
+Drama builds, it's the street prophecies fulfilled
+Bitter chill currents to the invited
+Bang for the phones, live niggas on their way home
+Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn
+**************************************************
+7 Pounds[GZA]
+Speaking of this artform, the slang is dangerous
+MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us
+Fighting to reach the egg, biting and lose a leg
+Odds are like 1 to 10 million, the kin thread
+One from a thousand speaks in his own voice
+The other 999, imitates without choice
+They never even knowing it, until the going gets rough
+You see the Amplified Sample I'm throwing with
+I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens
+See the rockets red glare like the guns when clapping
+They still cage matching MC's thats scrapping
+Not the UFC, but my opponent is tapping
+So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred
+I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred
+Also stop this uncalled for behavior
+Insipid back cats, they lack taste and flavor
+
+[Hook: GZA]
+Got word from the wise to let it drop
+Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop
+Because regardless to whom or what, even the door shut
+I'm giving 'em straight raw, you bringing them all cut
+Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop
+Raps so out of shape and far from tip top
+Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels
+Dictators next to rebels, and Gods against devils
+
+[GZA]
+No time for backwards thinking, let's think ahead
+If you want to sleep when you awake then make your bed
+Alotta MC's came to see me on referals
+Not even knowing that they would undergo great perils
+These cutting edge methods from the most specialized
+Faster than the last men, and before the dust'll fly
+The lord of the art, strikes a chord in your heart
+Your ear love to hear the God, ripping tracks apart
+Me to hip hop, is like Einstein to science
+A match made in heaven, most likely an alliance
+Complex individual that you dream of being
+Intellectual challenging, the all eye seeing
+Got an appetite for heat, so then come and bite the beat
+And digest the rest and don't stress the part you couldn't eat
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Life of a Drug DealerThere's a rumor that an old lady heard a
+Kingpin hiring a hitman to murder
+A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness
+But that's how it is in the business
+And I'm in it, physically gaining power
+Constantly counting up cash by the hour
+And it feels good to be paid
+Regardless of how many victims get slayed
+Accomplices of mine drop like flies
+But in this, every day a homeboy dies
+Whether shot in the body or cyanide in ya Bacardi
+'Cause it's a cutthroat party
+Now it's up to me to retaliate
+And if I score, I'll increase the murder rate
+I move on ones who double-cross
+Set them up, now they suffer the loss
+Of he or she who's ever on the agenda
+Most likely a family member
+Informants, rattle-tattle-telling snakes
+Get shot up, brutalized and thrown in lakes
+The parts of a body is found days later
+The other half was done by an amputator
+I'm undefeated in plenty fights
+My enemies are beaten with many stripes
+I'll shoot up funerals, firebomb wakes
+Vehicular homicides, whatever it takes
+Just to keep control of my empire
+I'll set ya own mother on fire
+'Cause when it comes down just to me and my money
+Ain't a fucking thing funny
+All those who pose a threat I'll stick them
+Ya friends, ya family, and innocent victims
+Get caught in the midst when I'm busting of nines
+But they was in the wrong place, the wrong time
+Decapitated bodies found in lots
+While I'm still cooking up kilos in pots
+The kilos becomes bricks and the bricks becomes rocks
+Then retailed on the blocks
+I drive around in expensive cars
+And get women who fuck like porno stars
+I get them high, you know, like powder they nose
+Then put 'em in the streets as my high-class hoes
+I'm wild, living foul and I'm ruthless
+I leave muthafuckers toothless
+I had a worker who stepped on the scene lively
+Then started selling my customers Ivory
+Soap, counterfeit vials of cracks
+I stuck 'em to death with a thousand thumbtacks
+You've seen my resume, that's just the half
+I'm a bad muthafucker, just like Shaft
+A character played by who? Richard Roundtree
+The only difference, my guns are sound-free
+Silencers ring off then wisp by
+Then all you hear is a last-minute cry
+Of those who tried to control my territory
+Not the West Side but the Bed-Stuy story
+Police be giving me eye-to-eye contact
+But I smile cause I'm putting out contracts
+Now a G-note is placed upon ya head
+You say picture that? Alright
+Bang ya dead
+
+This is the life of a drug dealer
+**************************************************
+Cinema[Verse 1: GZA]
+There was a clubhouse, owners kept special guests in
+Place much darker than the room I rest in
+Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor
+And some fishing rods is hanging on the door
+Painting on the wall of stick figures
+That's rumored to walk out the frame and get bigger
+Where the imagination runs wild, like who's creeping
+Neighbors are acres away and probably sleeping
+Wind that's blowing makes the sounds of ghost
+Thieves in the room makes you feel really close
+Remind me of this late night thriller
+I watched the other night, they never caught the killer
+Bats that's flying in every direction
+Got to stay low and roll with the protection
+Visitors that often stay for the summer
+They heart beat, like the roll of a drummer
+
+[Hook 2X: Justice Kareem]
+I can feel the presence all around me
+The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
+I can feel the presence all around me
+The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+The moon was full, the sky was black, the bathroom
+Hear a crack, wolves roam in packs
+In the dining room, a chair rock back and forth
+Pulled the table cloth 'til the silverware fell off
+Cups and glass plates hit the floor and shattered
+Three Blind Mice heard the noise and scattered
+Front door was open, welcome mat was soaking
+The blood of Christ, plus all four locks were broken
+In the backyard, two dogs would growling
+They're barking, the eyes and they teeth was sparkling
+I started to sweat, they started to get closer
+Then I saw a face on a wanted poster
+An outlaw who stayed with an empty holster
+Used to shoot mugs of beer off the coaster
+Make a move to turn the light switch on
+Jump up, my jacket was torn
+Pages from the photo album begin to turn
+Wax dripped from the candle as it slowly burned
+Then the lights had started blinking, as if the power was gone
+The room become foggy, as if the shower was on
+Words was written in the steam on the mirror
+In bold print, couldn't have been any clearer
+TV was giving out sounds without a picture
+And a voice kept saying "I'mma getcha"
+
+[Hook 2X: Justice Kareem]
+I can feel the presence all around me
+The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
+I can feel the presence all around me
+The scene isn't funny, it's all too real
+**************************************************
+Short Race[Verse 1: GZA]
+He's running in a short race, shoelace untied
+Head down, facial expression he can't hide
+Kid with no direction, seems confused
+A victim who spent years, being abused
+His moms a drug addict, she has a bug habit
+Was a Seventh Day Adventist who celebrated the Sabbath
+But she back slid, or that's what the crack did
+She used to shoot up, under her sleeves, the track hid
+A long time ago, the father left the picture
+And as time went on, he was erased from the scripture
+The son, he don't have much to treasure
+And these kids that be getting on him, they do it for pleasure
+Demons are gradually growing inside him
+Way before he ever knew the courts would divide him
+A wall around himself had became a shell
+Was a whole new person, by the time the bricks fell
+
+[Hook: Roc Marciano]
+It's a short race, duck the court dates
+The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight
+You know the forte, nigga it's a portrait
+Or should I say a poor trait
+You want to store very short cake
+Estate, behind the gate
+N.Y. State, why wait?
+You trying to get paid by the lake
+In each state, and do the shit at high pace
+
+[Verse 2: GZA]
+Under the dirt, there was nothing left but bones
+A lot of tall grass around his tombstone
+His mother left alone, her heart felt sorrow
+No time to play with the precious time we borrow
+They live next door, but he was worlds away
+In reality, but such a high price to pay
+He was easy to recognize from his dress code
+Nothing but a firework about to explode
+A short fuse, who was bound to lose in the struggle
+His grandparents went through a great deal of trouble
+To keep him out of jail, they even put they house on sale
+To post bail, but the kid still failed
+I remember when he called collect from behind bars
+Suffering from two injuries and nine scars
+He said he'd give anything to be out the pen
+But it would be his permanent home until the end
+
+[Hook: Roc Marciano]
+It's a short race, duck the court dates
+The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight
+You know the forte, nigga it's a portrait
+Or should I say a poor trait
+You want to store very short cake
+Estate, behind the gate
+N.Y. State, why wait?
+You trying to get paid by the lake
+In each state, and do the shit at high pace
+
+[Verse 3: Roc Marciano]
+Wait, I got to get mines
+With a side of French fries, not kid sized
+Sixes fives, I give off a pimp's vibe
+Is it the vines? Watch like a sitcom
+Throwing rocks with my pitching arm
+More bricks than when the Knicks is on, I'm sitting on
+Shitting on your boss, been written off
+Shots I'm licking off, the top like a different source
+Ripping this raw like a kitchen chore
+That's a block not chicken broth
+Hold the pot with your mittens on
+Dicks kicking in the door, and went to pick me off like a lintball
+Jumped out the fifth floor it's a pit fall
+When I hit the lawn, shit it fell like a jigsaw
+Rather get hit at the board, then to get tossed
+Went to court, got shipped off like a brick of soft
+
+[Hook: Roc Marciano]
+It's a short race, duck the court dates
+The pork gave chase, we had to walk straight
+You know the forte, nigga it's a portrait
+Or should I say a poor trait
+You want to store very short cake
+Estate, behind the gate
+N.Y. State, why wait?
+You trying to get paid by the lake
+In each state, and do the shit at high pace
+**************************************************
+Feel Like an Enemy[Hell Razah]
+Yeah, yeah yo
+I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom
+In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
+We complete like the solar system
+Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
+Everyday be a court date recorded on tape
+Hell Razah grab the mic and send your show to a wake
+Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight
+We negotiate wit .38's in a north face
+GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all
+I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws
+See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs
+All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws
+You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard
+Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
+G-G, Maccabees, K-P be backin' me
+Aiyyo Prodigal, niggas is charged wit blasphemy
+
+Chorus [Hell Razah]
+AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy)
+AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me)
+
+[Killah Priest]
+I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
+Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z's? dead head for years
+Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs
+Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear
+Shots were fired in the darkest moments
+Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
+Sacreligious, days of atonement
+Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit
+Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs
+Drunk a cup of blood
+We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug
+We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up
+I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
+Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas
+I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach
+Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred
+It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin
+
+[Trigga]
+Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent
+Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin equality
+You could stop to see profiles of me
+Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me
+Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree
+Complete the formation, salute the salvation
+A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin
+No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation
+Artist in occupation together maintainin
+Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin
+This generation, a misleading calculation
+No elevation, time wastin and live chasin
+
+[Prodigal Sunn]
+A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine
+Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green
+Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist
+It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price
+In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble
+Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle
+It's a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men
+Plus a prison, ain't no division and no religion
+And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
+Stash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
+Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal
+Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow
+Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo
+I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo
+(Let's mark that ass nigga)
+
+Chorus 3x
+**************************************************
+Luminal[Intro: GZA]
+This is a tale of a town with the population
+Of approximately two thousand people
+A small close-knit community where crime
+And murder were virtually unheard of
+Where front doors were always left unlocked
+A place where mayhem only happens in your wildest dreams
+
+[Verse 1]
+For some, the sun will never come out tomorrow
+Like those in this heart-pounding tale of random horror
+Of a body count, after trashin' it, they done with it
+Victims inflicted with passionate punishment
+Specific offers of horrific torture
+That left crime scenes, that retired law enforcers
+His ruthlessness knew no bounds, as he beat him down
+Shot him while gagged and bound, kept the whole town
+Shocked, with they doors locked, fire arms cocked
+Major roads blocked, no one knows when he knocks
+As a kid he killed three pets of an attorney
+So his childhood passion became a lifelong journey
+Grew into a world of destruction, abduction
+Left many body parts flowin' on the Hudson
+Whether fountain or ditch, after the ride you hitched
+Screams was high pitched from scars you can't stitch
+Mutilated and decapitated, white-collar chicks
+Just from his involvement in local politics
+His outfit stained with the blood of the slain
+While his backyard full of skeletal remains
+His goal in life, was preparation for death
+An autopsy showed asphyxiation, loss of breath
+Was it his fascination, for strangulation
+The lynchings in the 20's was his inspiration
+Unspeakable acts that made front page
+Motivated by an unexplainable rage
+
+[Interlude: samples]
+"A suspected killer plaguing this community
+Has once again eluded police and detectives"
+"We have no leads, no photos, no suspects"
+"This nameless, faceless murderer
+Has killed a couple, execution style, in their own home
+Smashed a 12-year old Little League ball player skull, with a baseball bat"
+"We have no leads, no photos, no suspects"
+
+[Verse 2]
+The State psychologist, forensic pathologist
+Warned the detective to search beyond the obvious
+They ruled out the possibility that the killer be
+Physically fit with athletic ability
+Talley and murder, on his agenda
+There was no word in his code for "surrender"
+So when the headlines had announced the arrest, the repercussion
+Was his trial became a lightning rod for discussion
+Compellin' evidence, statements from residents
+Validated guilt as he maintained his innocence
+From the hair to the fiber, broke the bondage wire
+The stains on the carpet consisted with saliva
+DNA directly linked to the psycho
+Luminal made it glow, was test to Type 0
+For many years, a lot of murders went unsolved
+A lot of blood resolve as guns still revolve
+The bullets had names that made the frames shatter
+Most savage massacre that made the brains scatter
+Detectives astounded by the scope of the crime
+Made a hard discovery from one of many signs
+While questionin' a man he picked up on a scanner
+He reacted in a loud and agitated matter
+And once they tried to read him his rights
+He turned cold as ice
+**************************************************
+Words from a Genius* slight variation between the original and the re-release in song title
+
+[Intro]
+One two one two check one two
+The Genius in the place to be
+
+[Verse 1]
+I make the mic pump my mic makes the party jump
+And poison beats make hip-hoppers stomp
+Their feet kinda wild, to give off sparks
+But I'll still light it up when the place is pitch dark
+Now that you witnessed me this get this correct, rap wreck
+When I'm speaking it's the God projecting
+Facts into brains of those unaware
+Now you're facing the truth in the square
+Biters like biting, then yo you should chew this
+Your man wants to beef, then we can do this
+Then when it's time for you to face the God
+I'll be giving you the whole nine yards
+With lyrics that breaks the laws of gravity
+So sweet to biters it gives them cavities
+And can't be healed from the strongest toothpaste
+So keep biting to see how the truth taste
+You need guidance and self-assistance
+Cause you lack the training to go the distance
+But I'll rhyme, to the fullest length
+And this is just a fraction of the strength
+
+[Hook]
+Of the Genius
+Words from a Genius
+
+[Verse 2]
+I'll never sweat an MC then say I wanna be him
+Cause he makes a hit records and flips a coliseum
+I learn to lead myself, not be a follower
+I'm not a biter, stupid rhyme swallower
+I created something funky fresh funky new
+Brothers started playing monkey see and monkey do
+Should I explain hip-hop, okay I love it
+Simple definition but ya still don't know the half of it
+All I need is a mic, a beat, then I'll step free
+And flip like I'm bugging off Bacardi and Pepsi
+Dancers on stage like Alvin Ailey
+While I'm deep into the roots like Alex Haley
+You wanna try me, and be worn and torn
+Step forward, I'll get on and start to born
+A pumpin self explanator rap
+Make a sucker MC like you clap
+Your hands, while you clap the sound's intact
+You react like an infant response to Similac
+Or then again, could have been Enfamil
+But for your information the rhyme is real
+MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
+Tell you the truth it's just One Nation Under
+A Groove, getting down for the funk of it
+Like Fred Sanford in the business for the junk of it
+When I'm premitted to break down a poem
+I'm like knotty hair rippin out teeth from a comb
+One by one so who you calling your troops on
+Ya couldn't even bust a grape, with spike boots on
+Biters are crooks and try to steal the stage
+I read em like books, flip em and turn the page
+I'm The Genius, you're living in deep fear
+Go home and write and come try me next year
+With stacks of rhymes or you'll be feelin ill troop
+You being stuck in the ice cream and didn't know the scoop
+
+[Hook (2x)]
+
+[Verse 3]
+Some say The Genius, has a style of his own
+And his hands are like Vice-Grips holdin a microphone
+Flowin smooth, with rhymes that are rough
+Because I can't get enough
+So I practice not what I preach but what I teach
+In which the critics say is improper speech
+But it's proper, only to those who understand
+Why I walk on stage with a mic in my hand
+As brothers look on, label me as a psycho
+Just because I'll jump on stage and grab a micro-phone
+From a so-called said to be MC
+Who admires me with jealousy and envy
+My rhymes are delivered with style and potential
+Words are flowin smoothly in a sequential
+Order, revealin hidden tape recorders
+Stuffed inside pockets and those I'll slaughter
+But I don't get upset, when you bite and steal
+I go home and write some ill
+Stacks of poetry, page after page
+Imagining the scen-ery onstage
+I catch flash-backs of the seminar
+As I crush the dreams of a wannabe star
+Self-explanatory words are shifted
+In a unbitten style cause I'm gifted
+And talented, with the lyrical ability
+Bound to fuck up a hip-hop facility
+Damaging MC's who dare to enter
+The center, then challenge the inventor
+Of an impartial rhymin status
+Followed a relevant apparatus
+The way I come off on the mic is attractive
+I can make a quadriplegic hyperactive
+With lyrics of friction causing mics to spark
+My style couldn't be bitten by a shark
+MC's don't understand the way I be bombin em
+Roll up and ask me what's the phenomenon
+First of all homeboy when I'm battlin
+I'm like a doctor shootin deadly insulin
+Into MC's like that of a syringe
+And dare you to seek for revenge
+
+[Hook (2x)]
+**************************************************
+Groundbreaking[Verse 1: GZA]
+I'm in the schoolyard rhyming with my brother Jamel and Ra' Allah
+Vibe and took the beat, and imagining how far
+The sound travel at the turn of the volume
+It could shake the gravel, before we heard the loud boom
+It vibrated through the parking lot
+Shattered a few windshields, set off a sparking shot
+The local UPS cat, but we didn't stress that
+He had a slow leak, front tire almost flat
+I got a cousin think he slicker than the oil in the chain
+But I live in an arcade, surrounded by game
+He used to pass me bucks, trying gas me up
+He was a fast talker, and he kept a flashy cut
+From a spot that was on Malcolm X Boulevard
+Where this magician, wishing I would pull a card
+An optical illusion, and whose hands were quick
+But wasn't fast enough not to reveal his trick
+
+[Hook x2: GZA]
+Who be the first to set it off and just begun
+Turn up the heat until the track is done
+And we roll together as one
+Yes, I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one
+
+[Verse 2: GZA & Justice Kareem]
+Mass hysteria inside the cafeteria
+Not a food fight, but the news might beat your area
+Whether by word of mouth, or if you read about it
+Extra extra, they felt the need to shout it
+The drummer played the beat on the table
+His boy kicked a verse, like he was the first and I wasn't able
+More prepared to let off anything substantial
+If I had no rhymes and my planes was cancelled
+Picture that, before you give your bag and expose it
+Couldn't develop the color, wonder why he chosed it
+See less than the worst competition, to the point
+I only use one ear to listen
+Was it something I'm missing the food is getting cold
+The corners about to flake as soon as I flip the bowl
+See the rhyme ain't worth the lunch ticket
+Waste of time of mine plus the temp kicked it
+
+[Hook x2: GZA]
+Who be the first to set it off and just begun
+Turn up the heat until the track is done
+And we roll together as one
+Yes, I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one
+**************************************************
+What Are Silly Girls Made Of[Hook]
+What are silly girls made of, made of
+What are silly girls made of
+A neck full of gold, material things huh
+That's what silly girls are made of
+
+[Verse 1]
+On a scale of one to ten, I seen a girl about a nine
+A slave of mental death, if only she was divine
+Walking down my ex-block, the block Monroe
+I said, peace to her, the girl said hello
+Well hell is low and the lowest you can go
+Is thirty-two degrees, below zero
+So I started to rain on this young girl's brain
+Causin her a great mass of physical pain
+She said, "Tit for tat, step off my bra strap
+No diamonds, no gold, you cannot get a rap."
+Then I said, "So what?", as I grabbed her butt
+She smiled for a while but her mouth kept shut
+The girl is eighteen, just birthed a child
+You're young in the brain and your thoughts are wild
+You're on welfare, yo but you don't care
+You say, "FTF is always there."
+Yes FTF meaning face-to-face
+The main headquarters of your local place
+Where you collect your bi-weekly pay
+To support the foolish habits you abuse every day
+
+[Hook]
+What are silly girls made of, made of
+What are silly girls made of
+"Yeah that's right, I'm juicin em, I'm juicin em dry!"
+Is that what silly girls are made of?
+
+[Verse 2]
+There has never been a dame in my entire life
+My girlie, my ex, my next or my wife
+There has never been one who tried to disrespect
+Especially a member of the opposite sex
+Yo bust it, there's somethin that I gotta let out
+But I don't want to be known as Ralph the Blabbermouth
+Silly girls, they think guys are soft
+But all they wanna do, is knock their boots off
+And just from obtaining the common sense
+You can tell that the girlies seem rather quite dense
+Other than dense, they play slightly bold
+But from the statements I made they could not uphold theyself
+They break down, and they start to cry and said
+"Oh! I don't believe this guy!"
+
+[Hook]
+Now what are silly girls made of, made of
+What are silly girls made of
+"It's all about the finances" "Forget the romance"
+Is that what silly girls are made of?
+
+What are silly girls made of, made of
+What are silly girls made of
+"Guys with cash" "can rock my big ass"
+Is that what silly girls are made of?
+
+[Verse 3]
+Silly girls on a strip, struttin back and forth
+Watchin cars, thinkin of G'n off
+Lookin for gentlemen, who they might swing
+And attitudes, like you can get anything
+You wear tight bodysuits under long coats
+But ain't satisfied until a pervert slice your throat
+You're young, you're dumb, and you used to be innocent
+When young, now take a look at what you've become
+A bloodsucker, trying to get all you can
+Out the pocket of the next girl's man
+Just to clothe yourself in gold and jewelry
+You wear tight jeans with attempts to lure me
+Into your web, cause you're livin like a spider
+And playin it off, like everything's Ore-Ida
+You come out late at night and roam the streets
+Like thiefs, stalkin a piece of flesh meat
+Is that what you do for a living get paid?
+C'mon, there's plenty of ways to get paid
+But instead of living the life that's clean and sturdy
+You'd rather go out and get your knees dirty
+
+[Hook]
+What are silly girls made of, made of
+What are silly girls made of
+"He better buy me some gold bamboozles" "And some Fendi too"
+Is that what silly girls are made of?
+
+What are silly girls made of, made of
+What are silly girls made of
+
+[Dialogue: Unidentified women]
+First of all, don't leave home without it
+Without what?
+The gold card
+I'm tryin to tell you now
+I don't lay on my back for free
+You know as they say
+If you want a good lay
+Ya gots ta pay
+
+[Outro: Unidentified women and man]
+Yo what's up gorgeous, what's your name?
+Baby let's talk about your assets first
+Alright baby, well let's go for a ride in my new car
+What kind of car you drivin baby?
+I got a new Yugo
+A Yugo? C'mere
+You go, get in your Yugo
+And get on out of here!
+Girlfriend, tell him about hisself
+I don't believe him, he got champagne thoughts and Bud Light money
+Bud Light money? A Yugo? A thirty-five hundred dollar car?
+And you stepping to this? I take only Benzes and better love
+Forget about the love it's all about the money
+So let's go put on our silk suits and step to the club tonight
+That's where it's at
+Yeah, money
+**************************************************
+Path of Destruction[Verse 1]
+He was raised in a house, where he got scarce attention
+Twisted, yet methodical mind, not to mention
+Circus like atmosphere, story book upbringing
+Neighborhood full of married couples who loved swinging
+Preacher lived life, he spent it in the spotlight
+A teacher was his wife who was stabbed and shot twice
+They attended a church, where they both were active
+And a little bit of rope, he gave others attracted
+He rule with the iron hand, if the meal wasn't hot enough
+Then he'll swing the frying pan
+Heavy as the hammer of Thor
+You know he suffer from the consequences
+Of broken vowels and law
+A convicted felon for armed robbery
+At the time where he had sank into deep poverty
+Forsaken by his mother and father, Christ achieving the talent
+He attended the sheet on the path of destruction
+
+[Interlude: sample (GZA)]
+And these prisons held yesterdays juvenile delinquents
+Convicts who entered crime, even before they entered puberty (on the path of
+Destruction)
+They remember how old I was when I first got in trouble
+Me? Around nine, nah, six, seven
+
+[Verse 2]
+He ended up on the block with kid scooters and ice cream
+But in and out of foster homes, until he was 19
+Stealing for food and didn't do for enjoyment
+At the time of lay off, shut down and unemployment
+He moved into a new world, to seek his fortune
+And suited himself to the times with extortions
+A hustle that was ruled by men and murder
+He earned enough for his daily bread and wanted to move further
+He knew no good, could come from such a sin
+Had issues as a kid, so he held it all within
+And he pursued the game so hotly, on a path of destruction
+Even though the road was rocky
+Very caught up in his own drive for dominance
+And to know that he would pay in the end was common sense
+Some say he had a long deserved death
+And then he felt relieved when they were told he left
+
+[Interlude: sample (GZA)]
+These young civilians move to an assault and battery
+Plus, mortal techniques, breaking and entering, burglary
+Purse snatching (on the path of destruction)
+Shoplifting, hand graffiti, crash and stolen property
+Possessing and distribution of narcotics
+Illegal possession of weapon, assaulting a police officer
+Larceny (on the path of destruction)
+**************************************************
+Uncut Material[Hook: GZA]
+What you know about emceein? (I know a lot)
+Can you demonstrate something? (Why not?)
+I'm speaking about stacks, GZA (That's all I got)
+The raw un-cut material (That's all I drop)
+
+[GZA]
+The nucleus of hip hop, rap's hallmark
+They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark
+To the new details, distant wisp of light
+Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone
+Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine
+Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design
+Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap
+Heat-pressure generated by a blasted cap
+The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count
+Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount
+Couldn't be more wrong prior to your pursuing
+When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence
+As I bury my motor-action, implode a fraction
+Of ya investigation when ya askin
+Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by
+The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya shooting eye
+
+[Hook 2x]
+
+[GZA]
+Like a child I have infinite patience when I write
+The victim's dental records showed they loved to bite
+The under like removed off a charged battery
+Someone had his ear stuffed wit the sweets of flattery
+A live wire, fired the shot in the booth
+It wasn't even in the shooting distance of truth
+Who broke the barrier causing mass hysteria?
+At the darkest hour in the most densed area
+In a stocking cap, undercover, while disguising
+I'm rapidly advancing our horizons
+This path of trade with the sharp blade, open to all across the globe
+They simply heard my call
+We hit up, the remote and primitive land
+Left walking reminders that saw it first-hand
+The music was a secure link we all think
+On the same page as holding the ink, now whatchu think?
+
+[Hook 2x]
+**************************************************
+Columbian Ties[Hook: True Master]
+What goes around, comes around
+In his own iniquity he died, through columbian ties
+Fated back to the essence
+Still forced to learn a lesson
+All debts must be settled, no question
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+The echo from machine gun rounds simmers
+A fallen soldier, his gun hangs on his shoulders, lights get dimmer
+Key swinging back and forth on the ignition
+The stench is only part of the horrible condition
+As he waits for the smoke to clear, all he heard was the blast
+From the bomb, that kept ringing in his ear
+Along with gun bearing troops, fatigues and wearing boots
+From far away, whether night or day, you hear 'em shoot
+It's a very unforgiving and hostile environment
+Where military hardware is the only requirement
+A world where the deceased is just a thing of the past
+And each and every advance is more costly than the last
+A President's madness, responsible for losses
+Political forces, land littered with corpses
+Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets scarred
+Even the troops in the field, bet it all on one card
+Some question their reason for being here
+Facing incredible odds and a recession that's so severe
+Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss
+And the atmosphere, even breathing air can cost
+A place where the majority is going for self
+With the agenda not far beyond, personal wealth
+It's like, either you eat, or you die from hunger
+Starving to death, until the coroner calls your number
+With no bread to bite or break from off the table
+The caskets had exceeded the number of cradles
+When it's dark, danger falls across the plateau
+Unmasking your deceit, in the streets that sat low
+These stomping grounds are known to bring misfortune
+Fueled by his obsessions, he murder for portions
+And died from of a misreable death, his final undoing
+His biggest downfall was from the people he left
+
+[Hook: True Master 2x]
+What goes around, comes around
+In his own iniquity he died, through columbian ties
+Fated back to the essence
+Still forced to learn a lesson
+All debts must be settled, no question
+**************************************************
+Outro[Intro: La the Darkman]
+Yeah, killa, The GZA, La
+Live, yeah, what yo
+
+[Verse 1: La the Darkman]
+My clan is like USA the way we conquer
+Lay back, grow more chocolate than Willy Wonka
+Stomp ya, till your head bleed, your mouth bleed
+Running wit the heart of slave that's been freed
+Triple Darkness, wild like a killer from Spofford
+Heartless, trained to hit moving targets
+Profit, .357 cock it
+Kill you, leave you wit your money in your pocket
+My logic - money, bitches, land and lessons
+Allah blesses, me wit automatic weapons
+Scholastic, geographic, stay Jurassic
+Running through Medina wit the Glock plastic
+Rotten fruit, Black Je-sus, I got juice
+Darkman move swift as a mongoose
+
+[Verse 2: Timbo King]
+Yo, niggas caught plaque from biting off the platinum
+Dumb MCs caught the gum disease, ask them
+Who style they took, two wild rooks
+Tried to take a page when I'm the author of the book
+At twenty-seven years young, y'all some old timers
+I write wit invisible ink, y'all use eye liners
+Define rhymers, the question and the answer
+The DJ and the dancers, check
+**************************************************
+Breaker, Breaker (Remix)[Verse 1: GZA]
+Come and get some, you want none
+Y'all niggas wanna bring it, get done
+Flashback, '88 rag type Volvo
+One court solo, slash for logo
+200 hyenas roam the arena
+Schemin on a truck Chevy, quick to rush every
+Criminal mental, satanic pen pal
+Wild style on your wax for ten thou'
+Most notable, Hip Hop quotable
+See many went, only one got a show to do
+Floor soakin wet with the drinks and dance sweat
+Tell me which click got the deadliest handset
+I make the mic pump, force make your feet stomp
+Murderous beats move like rope for you to jump
+And the two-inch, tighten with the wool-wrench
+None qualifyin ass-niggas, the Jon Bentz
+Spend it real, 'nuff festivals on the grill
+Got a deal, no return with the Brook Shield
+
+[Chorus 2x: GZA]
+Breaker, Breaker 1-9, can't rhyme
+Y'all niggas wanna shine, get offline
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, I use and abuse all groups and crews
+I can't lose, straight up and down, I'm bad news
+Like the bears, we folks from under the stairs
+Pack a hand trigga, scared niggas don't dare
+From the rear, I smash through like a John Deer
+Plant a bomb in ya ear then disappear
+With a speed that'll reach mach five
+Niggas pop jive, that's why they on the opposite side
+Dick riders tryin to make their way inside
+Boy analyze, my camp be amplified
+Certified live, right before your third-eye
+Supply the mental high for the fiendish
+Thru the intervenus, see it like a wide-screen Zenith
+Got sweetness, wanna show me your cleavage
+Leave it to the specialist, leave your wig split
+Leavin no witness, it's a mean business
+We mean business, invest in cream
+Till my exit scene, I stay plottin on my next scheme
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Next scheme
+Blessed with the art to pierce and shoot dart
+I toke the bass, put your shovel to the Rebel
+Allah Just, embrace his face with the metal
+Danger, woman adore to the chamber
+Let this nigga run out wild with the banger
+Hip Hop socialize, enterprise, snubs in the club
+Twenty wizards, about 300 niggas inching your square
+Or could it be the armory?
+Fifty-two low hand, touch the ground
+Strike his knee, pass the heat to my man
+Windmill backhand bust your nose gland
+Mic stand, might crash a wild fan
+The Aqua, city of Atlantis, mantis, flying locusts
+Surround the oppose, a bomb only has one time to explode
+I blow and break and quake your whole state
+Throw the shit on DAT, and make me a fuckin tape
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Rough Cut[Intro: Armel]
+Uh-huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh
+
+[Armel]
+Listen, if ya'll can spit, we can spit, please get it together
+Cuz anything you can do, I can do better
+Your imagine material looks, hidin behind hooks
+Raise the fear, no one, but self, who's shook?
+Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy book
+Who's spot youse took? Duke off the hook!
+I'm from the land of the crook, life quick to end
+Better known as the Brook, rather take than lend
+There's a lot of wack records, but this ain't one of them
+DJ's off the books, go 'head put the gun at them
+All groupie M.C.'s, I'm bout to start stunnin' 'em
+Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em
+It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
+Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
+I bet a mil' my deal, my career with no fear
+That none of ya'll, duke, can touch what's over here
+
+[Hook: GZA]
+These rough cut metal tapes
+Quick to break your label mates, won't hesitate
+Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow right
+Or fuck with me on no night
+Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show right
+
+[Prodigal Sunn]
+Yo Justice, how many M.C.'s must get pistol whipped?
+Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips
+That's the penalty for poppin' that shit
+Vanish in a colorless whip, bags of grip
+Doo-rags and clips, tag the strip
+You had the chance to advance, I'm sorry for the holes in
+Your hip
+Son, It's the way of the street merchant, live by the laws
+Die by the rules
+My gleam play the part of a fool
+Now hear these jewels from a wise king, see what my eyes seen
+Ten year supreme, the theme, we sizzle-line and triple CREAM
+My grip'll off that digital bream, visual scene
+Roll footage on your video screen
+Globe patrol, Two On The Road, we never fold
+Snub react, GZA mack eliminate tracks
+Stimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, gifted and black
+Now watch me mack to the kingdom of rap
+
+[12 O'Clock]
+Give me a beat, nigga dealin' battles like a thief
+Done killed more niggas than Jason in part 3
+Stay Wu, own the graveyard and this label
+Dum dums, that battle 12 O'Clock, now it's able
+So what, looked up and made the bitches clap
+That was because my style's clothes, not the raps
+Ain't that shit, props for the clothing
+Should of brought a mirror, cuz lyric wasn't rollin'
+My rhymes is all that and yours ain't shit
+And at a party, your bitch takin' crazy flicks of me
+She said I was nigga celebrity
+But I'm from the slums, with the bums drinkin' Hennesey
+Take a sip of some Jamaican rum
+Put fire to my lung, tongue, teeth and gums
+When it comes out my mouth, shit's hot and it burns
+Make fools out of bitches like I'm Howard Stern
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Phony As Ya Wanna Be[Verse 1]
+When I hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion
+Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion
+Cause I'm contented to know that I've invented
+Poetry which has been highly complimented
+Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on stage
+And from a fraction of a thought I can write a whole page
+I'll just pull a notebook from off the shelf
+And like Salt-N-Pepa I express myself
+To make most of you know me, and some of you don't
+But when it comes to cold challenging, I bet none of you won't
+Arrange a battle, improve your style
+Against a brother with a totally different profile
+Most of you flake cold front ya flex
+And hesitate on rhymes that should've been Memorex
+But you forgot I remember you're an amateur
+Mystery worshipper, now prefer
+ThatI remind you or tease ya on who's the boss
+Cause you suffer amnesia, that's memory loss
+Well get this just as quiet as it's kept
+MC's on the chart from the start has slept
+Let's shake them,wake them, they should be woke
+For what? They take MC'ing for a practical joke
+You don't have what it takes to be an MC
+Ya just as phony as ya wanna be
+
+[Verse 2]
+You present yourself to be the quiet storm
+You're a sneaky littlesnake in a devilish form
+But as they say, yo, to each its own
+And to each one who plays with a microphone
+Abbreviate microphone and M.I.C
+Meaning what, Myself, I, you see
+I invite those to battle me then they're through
+Bust it, i'mnot prejudiced you're invited too
+The rap convention or the MC show
+I have rhymes to block those who hit below
+The belt, that means biting a rhyme
+Yes, I'll wax you, tax you and plus save time
+Now who is known to uphold his own
+And words are heard like a strong baritone
+Freestyle techniques that's wild and bold
+That'll smile in your face and still come so cold
+That I'll freeze you to the point of non-defrost
+Now you're trapped in the Land Of The Lost
+Should I, could I, would I lose
+When it's a selfish sore loser like you I choose
+To roll your big eyes and suck your buck teeth
+Because you're upset that you ever caused beef
+Yo homeboy, I never meant to tease
+But it's a slaughter, can someone help him please
+Feeling uncomfortable, then loosen your belt
+Once The Genius gets heated up, suckers will melt
+Then after ya melt, ya start dripping like water
+Then you can say this was a Goddamn slaughter
+You don't have what it takes to be an MC
+Ya just phony as ya wanna be
+
+[Verse 3]
+Ain't no rhymes like the one I got
+They put competitors in a trance, y'all
+Radio stations ran them a lot
+They made children play and dance y'all
+How dare ya mention you're an MC
+When the crowd disagrees on who you claim to be
+Cause your battle piece are the rhymes you release
+And that only make the crowd boos increase
+Hey, may I say I'll slay a DJ
+MC who try to defeat me or portray
+One who claims he gain much respect
+But in a battle, straight up and down ya getting wrecked
+'Cause getting with me is definitely a slaughter
+Or diving in a pool headfirst without water
+So don't set yourself up to get brutalized
+That only happens when you're not energized
+But I'm so damn energized, I'm energetic
+That I can wreck a microphone 'til it's pathetic
+Oka, got it in your head, correct
+That I'm victorious on any subject
+You disbelieve, then huh, call the title
+Then after one rhyme, you'll be calling me your idol
+It's like..zap...another one on my jockstrap
+Now you walk around praising my name
+Cause I'm slamming and I make you feel the pain
+You don't have what it takes to be an MC
+Ya just phony as ya wanna be
+**************************************************
+True Fresh M.C.[Hook]
+I rock the mic at any party
+And in the place to be
+I'm a true, true fresh MC
+I'm a true fresh MC
+
+[Verse 1]
+I work real hard to achieve my goal
+From building and bringing out my true inner soul
+Which was once on a downfall and then uplifted
+So why live life foul when you're talented and gifted
+I've changed, rearranged my total direction
+Searchin' for happiness, seeking for perfection
+Living the true life, a real story
+To make you realize the truth, not scream Glory
+Glory, hallelujah, not here to fool ya
+But to replenish your souls as I school ya
+With a greeting of Purified Education
+Always Correcting Errors which stops the temptation
+Of you doing wrong singing the same sad song
+Renewing bad histories for how long
+A long, long time ago
+Going for mind made The Genius a pro
+And as you see who I be
+I be The Genius and I'm a true M.C
+
+[Hook]
+Now who rocks the mic at any party
+And in the place to be
+Yo we have a Genius, a true fresh MC
+A true fresh MC
+
+[Verse 2]
+Brothers need to study some lessons
+They are the blessings to keep you from guessing
+The questions that is asked by the seeker
+Put on the beat and let me born it through the speaker
+Peace, a lot of MC's like to say it
+And some that advocate it they just spray it
+Out and scream and shout, beyond the shadow of a doubt
+They don't know what it's about
+Just to keep you informed with the significance
+How can I prove this through true evidence
+Some make me laugh, think they droppin' math
+Show and prove is a difficult path
+In the five percent, I am the live percent
+Those who perpetrate are the jive percent
+I be the universal, the Biochemical
+Arm, Leg, Leg, Arm, Head is the physical
+That keeps rhymin' until it's unbearable
+No individual is comparable
+You have a problem inform the technician
+But he's not dealing with those of superstition
+Those who like dealing with it superstitiously
+Cross your fingers when you steppin' to me
+I don't need beefs and problems, riffs and static
+Debates and arguments, that's not dramatic
+I need action, it speaks louder than a word
+Especially when the word is loud and unheard
+Word is what? My word is bond, your word is bull'
+Now it's your card I'm gonna pull
+
+[Hook]
+Now who rocks the mic at any party
+And in the place to be
+Yo we have a Genius, a true fresh MC
+A true fresh MC
+**************************************************
+Superfreak[Verse 1]
+I hopped on the train and cold clocked a chick
+Who looked good as hell but she appeared to be sick
+I would say she had to look as if she swallowed a worm
+Then again she could've swallowed several ounces of sperm
+Giving me the eye as if I was the right antidote
+So I decided to swing a smooth episode
+While the train stopped at Grand Central turn
+Before I knew her name I was massaging her perm
+I said, "My you look drunk, have you been drinking alcohol?
+You got a fever here's an Extra Strength Tylenol"
+She said, "Great a comedian, comic"
+She leaned on me, I said, "Please don't vomit!"
+She said, "I'm not I just need some rest"
+I said, "A few more stops, The Genius house is best"
+Got to my rest, her whole attitude change
+But deep inside, she seemed sexually strange
+Went in the room and she flopped on the bed
+With wild-ass thoughts inside her headachish head
+I went in the kitchen to prepare some food
+When I came back in she was completely nude
+I know it sounds weak but believe it or not
+That the fever in her head ran straight to her twat
+She was burning! Burning up out
+It took more, than firemen, to put that out
+And yo, I was hard, just as hard as a rock
+That I can hit a home run, with my cock
+She said, "Let me show you what we do uptown
+I huff and I puff till I blow your balls down"
+Wild as a wolf from off Wilderness Ave
+She said, "My what a great big ahhh! you have"
+I started dripping and dripping in consecutive terms
+I know we must save water but that does not include sperm
+
+[Verse 2]
+Did you ever know a girlie who just loves to switch
+From a part-time lover to a part-time bitch
+While she's loving part-time, she's riding on mine
+She says, "I love you long as you keep making me feel fine!"
+In her behind, vagina, or heated climax
+That I would sew, control, finger then wax
+Now she's swingin so low, yo, she flex like wrecks
+Cuz she can set records on oral sex
+There's no lie what I said, she lives in the bed
+If she got married, she'd be a worn-out newlywed
+And if she heard these words yo she would not cry
+Because sperm, the only damn tears in her eye
+Her drip-drop face is the one I painted
+Just stared in her eyes while she damn near fainted
+As she choked, goggled, then spit-up
+'Cause cream was flowing all over her cup
+On the bathroom floor 'cause her parents were home
+And I just couldn't tolerate her moans and groans
+"Genius, oh Genius, oh rock me so hard!
+'Cause I don't want to stop, I love you God!"
+But there's one thing she could never erase
+That the thing she really wanted just sprayed in her face
+So she regret, she ever swung low before
+But this little hot bitch comes swinging for more
+It used to be one, now it's five fingers of death
+That rips her insides, as she gasp for breath
+To say, "I love you! I love you! Forever so!
+I'm getting hot, getting hot, let me blow, let me blow"
+What she thought was love, turned out to be lust
+That made her live by the laws, in sex we trust
+**************************************************
+Chasing Dreams[singer]   Chase your dreams...
+[R.Report] It's the R-O-B
+[E.Tualo]  Rob Report
+[R.Report] with GZA
+[E.Tualo]  and Esera Tualo
+[R.Report] Yeah, yeah, Genius...
+[singer]   Dreams... chase your dreams
+[R.Report] Diamond Willie, Mega Raw
+[E. Tualo] Back to reality
+Genius, one time, yo
+
+[GZA]
+Yo, in these dark streets, life is never complete
+Lords escape from those who strictly Play IV Keeps
+Neighborhood; poverty stricten
+Spin and Tell like Charles Dickens
+The witnesses are sickening
+I seen some aquitted with the wildest crime commited
+While my brother faced life and never did it
+Even in High Tide, they throwing brothers off the boat
+In the streets, without a vest, it's hard to stay a-float
+She wrote a note, before she *sliced her throat*
+Couldn't live without her son, who was killed for his coat
+I closely examined, physical branden
+Witnessed myself standing in a land struck with famine
+Multiple homocides from atomic wars
+The aftermath, poison in lakes and reseviors
+Thoughts spin, I narrowly escaped Hell's Gate
+But only in the physical state
+
+Chorus: singer
+
+I knew a girl who wanted to live The Fast Life
+(You're living too fast, baby)
+Now the pain cuts like a knife
+(You're living trife)
+Chasing her dreams instead of reality
+She lost her way
+And nowhere can save her from the danger
+Until she finds her way in Heaven
+
+[Rob Report]
+GZA, I got a similar story to tell
+'bout the teenage adolescence of this kid named Will
+An ex-coroner played the {*censored*}
+{*censored*}
+Young black and hispanic kids be stressed over
+React against the world with rude behavior
+In this present year
+My search for hunger and ambition is crystal clear
+While my young brothers seem to chase dreams
+I be gunning down my wildest fantasies
+
+[Esera Tualo]
+I be escaping fiends, making cream
+Ill kids tried to stick me for the green
+Seen things that'll make your head spin
+Instead *fuckin* stairways to Heaven make my eyes sparkly like a gem
+Where your heart has been? Confiscated by the dark
+[R.Report] shorty use a *gun* and spark
+Now we's in the street with the heat taking life apart
+Seventeen years old, drama unfolds
+Missing You like Puffy and Sting, now let them names ring
+
+Chorus {2X}
+
+[Esera Tualo & Rob Report]
+Chasing dreams for the cash and cream
+It seems some of us are fiends
+For them luxery things, supreme sting
+Losing lives while we out for the green
+Stairs to Heaven shine like they diamond rings
+
+[singer]
+Chase your dreams, don't get lost in reality
+Cause your dreams will be your savior
+And take you all the way to Heaven
+
+Chorus
+
+[Esera Tualo]
+Nothing can save you baby
+**************************************************
+Those Were the Days[Verse 1]
+Those were the days, back in Junior High
+For an 8th grader, my style was kinda fly
+And just to prove I was an MC Pro
+I often sponsored a classroom show
+And the hype part of my imagination
+Was making my homeroom a hip-hop station
+Minutes before the late bell would ring
+I would greet the audience and then I'll swing
+A lyric or two as the students barked
+(woof, woof, woof) 'cause my rhymes had sparked
+Off something causing the class to mingle
+To a rhythm which is now a 12" single
+Letting off many styles of hip-hop
+Holding the mic that I made in woodshop
+Forget gold, my key chain was a cable
+Two math textbooks were turntables
+And for a mixer, something much cooler
+A penny being cross-faded on a ruler
+Measuring dope beats that were flexed
+From hands that played a drum roll on a desk
+From my homegirl, her name, fly as Emory
+(peck sound) sweet memory
+I remember sitting in my art class
+Drawing up lyrics kinda fast
+The outcome, a masterpiece
+Live shows with hyped up rhymes released
+As if lyrics were flowing from the heavens above
+I'll grab a mic and provoke a push to a shove
+From boys and girls who broke necks to see
+The lyrical G.O.D
+
+[Chorus]
+Those were the days
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now it's high school, lunch room's the scene
+And I'm ready to flip the routine
+In the cafeteria, period three
+And here I come with the JVC
+I go in my pocket and pull out a mic
+Plug it in, check one-two... alright
+Now who wanna show and prove their MC skills?
+A brother stepped forward and tried to get ill
+But when it came time to live out his name
+He kicked rhymes that all sounded the same
+But I did him in with a matter of time
+And he was done with one victorious rhyme
+He was shocked because he knew he was rocked
+Along with his classmates from off his block
+YO!, I'm telling you, I flipped his whole crew
+One against one or one against two
+Or three or four brothers who swore they can rhyme
+Battled me and got taken out every time
+From my style and my dope profile
+The period of time that I rocked for a while
+As a motivated, dominated supreme force
+Cultivated, activated cream and source
+The wise educated and born to be
+The one who would flip an MC
+
+[Chorus]
+Those were the days
+**************************************************
+Cold World (RZA Mix)[Chorus: D'Angelo]
+Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+It was the night before New Year’s
+And all through the fucking projects
+Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC
+Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear
+And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
+You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight
+Fuck blue and white
+They escape before them flash the fucking lights
+Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes
+Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
+Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it
+Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
+But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses
+Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
+Links was snatched off necks, left scars on throats
+Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
+Against those who felt the cold from the steel made ‘em fold
+And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
+Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber
+No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmers
+And it’s bugged how some niggas catch slugs
+And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
+And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
+Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look
+For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on roof tops
+For his cream he stashed in a shoebox
+But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
+You don’t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
+And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
+Those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae
+Increase the murder rate
+Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then
+Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
+Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again
+Back to the motherfucking spot on Lexington
+
+[Chorus: D'Angelo]
+Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo; no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
+And seize packages and pocket the currency
+Cliques control strips full clips are sprayed
+Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
+Madness strikes at twelve o’clock midnight
+Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
+And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash
+Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast
+Three-Fifteen-Sevens and Forty-Fours
+Bought inside corner stores, provide sparks for wars
+Hospital floors surrounded by the law
+Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door
+My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
+‘Cause niggas’ main concern is C.R.E.A.M
+Some niggas in the jet-black Galant
+Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont
+I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid
+And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled
+Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast
+‘Cause the crime boss is passing off cash
+Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef
+Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief
+You witness the saga, casualties and drama
+Life is a script; I’m not an actor but the author
+Of a modern-day opera, where the main character
+Is presidential papers, the dominant factor
+
+[Chorus: D'Angelo]
+Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+
+[Outro]
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+**************************************************
+The Genius is Slammin’[Verse 1]
+What I'm about to flow on is so dope
+The average hip hop fiend couldn't cope
+Or explain my style because it's hard to define
+So the fiend scratch and think and nod to the rhyme
+That I lay down in a straight narrow path
+While beats are just flowin' off a modern phonograph
+Bass loud, high hats crisp and clear
+That'll never let a weak MC interfere
+Or bring about some technical difficulties
+So I got prepared and I wrote these
+Rhymes That just broke loose from the brain
+Searching for dope beats on the same plane
+For you to write new rhymes it is a must
+But I come off with rhymes old as dust
+Even as a speck of dust it existed
+Ya got that?
+Forget it, ya missed it
+
+[Hook]
+I'm slammin'
+The Genius is slammin'
+
+[Verse 2]
+You flip me on the mic, no way
+That's like me being played in April on the 1st day
+Now who's a fool? What do you strive for?
+Prime time juice on the box and fans galore
+Forget it, 'cause you're not hype as they want you
+With a maximum of 200 your rhymin' IQ
+Is 10, meaning thin, you'll never win
+So erase that, I'm not gonna lose friend
+I know you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda stuck up
+But I define your challenge, a total fuck up
+And it's critical, a crying shame
+How MC's challenge me and die in vain
+But you should've came with ya whole rap
+Community, now where's your unity
+Cause what I see right now is you and I
+And you're too weak to stop me from doin' my
+Damage, you know, type of body and fender
+NAH!, not the same way I did Brenda
+But you had the audacity to step to me
+Thinking you was Butch Cassidy and you could do me
+How can you do me when you don't know me
+And out of the hip hop styles ya couldn't show me
+One style that may have damaged me
+But that's something you'll never see
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3]
+M.C. means mic constructor I build
+That have suckers running like what track and field
+When I conduct please don't interrupt
+With ya if's or and's or but's keep ya mouth shut
+The hip hop style that I own is highly known
+To bury MC's like a dog bury bones
+And in this field, yo, I'm extraordinary
+And in my backyard there's a cemetery
+Of meek MC's who try to speak
+And off-peak technique that's soft and very weak
+Yet they still have the heart to ask me to duel
+And like Mr. T, I pity the fool
+The shining chrome microphone is the device
+That makes me stand out like men amongst mice
+So respond to the stimuli then fly
+Straight to the sky on a natural high
+Cause I'm the transmitter buck wild and bitter
+Thinking about trying me? Then reconsider
+Cause if it sounds tempting boy, I'll Double Dare you
+And speaking of your low life, I won't spare you
+Cause you're not worthy of the mercy
+Anyway The Genius is just bloodthirsty
+So take a lickin' as the plot thickens
+While ya head is took, ya be pumping like a chicken
+How can you ever say my style was played
+When my rhymes be chopping shit like a switchblade
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Feel the Pain[Verse 1]
+Yes, yes y'all
+I feel I'm a threat to high-powered MCs
+'Cause when I roll up on their live shows they kinda freeze
+From being approached by the Genius of rap
+Whose poetry makes hands on a clock clap
+You see, I be coming with strong rhymes galore
+That even a stubborn MC can't ignore
+That trying to defeat me brings about danger
+Like a child speaking to a stranger
+Soft MCs, I see more and more
+With an ancient style, the prehistoric bore
+Yes, they scream and roar 'til your throat get sore
+Now you're running to the neighborhood drug store
+To buy the cough drop, for what? The wrong hip hop
+Now you swear you're on the good ship lollipop
+But it's a sweet trip to the candy shop
+Blaow! Now it's a six foot drop
+For stealin' rhymes which is incorrect
+Biting was the cause, death was the effect
+'Cause the action affects the reaction
+There's more like you, yo, you just the fraction
+Of those who speak on how others are weak
+You wanna sneak peek of the hype technique?
+Don't make me run up and start flipping like I'm insane
+Or you'll feel the pain
+
+[Hook]
+You'll feel the pain
+Feel the pain
+Feel the pain
+
+[Verse 2]
+I appreciate your compliments of my creation
+Your standing up followed by your standing ovation
+Your kindliness to listen to the true MC
+Those who know me make me number one 'cause they agree
+I rock on and on past the break of the dawn
+Ask Rakeem, Unique Ason or even Melquan
+'Cause I be flowing, at the same time showing
+Hard headed individuals who don't be knowing
+That I wrecked it, 'cause my style is perfected
+And injected into a dope beat selected
+By who? Easy Mo Bee, the engineer
+But don't forget the hypest in the Northern Hemisphere
+The G, the- the G, the- the Genius
+From Earth, not Mercury or Venus
+Or Mars, 'cause then I'll be a Martian
+But even in that world I'll still be squashin'
+Brothers who feel they have the heart
+To battle me, then I'll just rip them apart
+Don't make me run up and start flippin' like I'm insane
+'Cause you'll feel the pain
+
+[Hook]
+You'll feel the pain
+Feel the pain
+Feel the pain
+**************************************************
+Living FoulSuch a shame, such a shame
+Critical...
+
+[Verse 1]
+You're living foul, things are getting wild
+It's difficult to raise a child
+Cause growin up in a lost environment
+Every day becomes a new experiment
+Now we are faced with problems
+But if we come together we can solve them
+Before we start to solving, here's a sample
+Who's coming foward to set the example
+Inflation, starvation
+Surviving takes a strong nation
+Those who like to bring about static
+Be aware of the true Asiatic
+What you see was predicted before
+We were already warned of this bloody drug war
+Wherever you sell it wherever you go
+Ya still being clocked by the cops, ya know
+You're paid by the hours, they see time flies
+While your brain's being showered by a bunch of lies
+You say I'm no slave where's the lock and chain
+Hmmm, on your ignorant brain
+Skip to ya loo with your High Pro Glow
+Ya not stim off life, ya stimulated off blow
+Or the new improved, ask beaming Jack
+Criza, criza, crack
+
+[Hook]
+You're living foul, living foul
+
+[Verse 2]
+My people you were forced then brought
+Stripped from your jewels brainwashed and then taught
+To hate, deceive and dislike each other
+Separating themselves, you're not my brother
+Sit up at home for a mystery
+Face-valuing things that you can't see
+Can't taste can't smell, hear or feel
+But senses prove everything is real
+I'm here to present a positive way
+If strong you'll accord if weak you'll stray
+Drug users are stuck in the mud
+Another 20th century modern day chud
+These cannibal humanoid undernourished dwellers
+Just took your check to the heroin cellar
+Dope addicts, that walk and roam
+Might have Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome
+AIDS, doesn't come from me
+Cause I've studied and learned my history
+It had to be something evil to bring that about
+This is showing and proving beyond a shadow of a doubt
+
+[Hook]
+You're living foul, living foul
+
+[Verse 3]
+When you wake up, to a brand new day
+And you think about your salary or your pay
+You think of negative things, should I get involved
+Caught in crime, serving time, that's problems to solve
+So you think about it, say that you must quit
+Smoke a blunt, then you do the same old shhhh
+And while ya high you don't truly know why
+You spent your cash so that you can buy
+Some herb (word) and some Old E (yeah)
+A fifty cent Philly so the herb can be
+Rolled up modern style to what we call a blunt
+Know the facts is true don't try to front
+Or stray away from the positive message in the song
+That's only showing and proving you're not strong
+And the strong is what we need today
+Why? They go the opposite way of living foul
+
+[Hook]
+You're living foul
+
+[Verse 4]
+The words right now flowing off my tongue
+Is for the old, the young, the one's that's strong
+Those who are worshippers of diamonds and gold
+You should not be bought and you should not be sold
+Those who always want but does not need
+Is slightly controlled by the hands of greed
+If you rob, steal, backstab, and abduct
+Sooner or later you will self-destruct
+
+[Hook]
+You're living foul
+**************************************************
+Who’s Your Rhymin’ Hero[Intro]
+Who's your rhymin' hero
+
+[Verse 1]
+I use lyrics versatile, beat up, on any style
+Treat em like stepchilds and smile
+I grab the mic then I check one-two
+Brothers look, "yo what he's gonna do"
+Hmm, you know I don't get too hyped
+I just fully load up the brain and cock the mic
+And blast off rhymes, within a matter of time
+I'm like a mirror of organized crime
+For slaying an MC who think that he might be
+The first brother who could come up and fight me
+Start running like you're looking for P.C
+Protective... custody
+Cuz I'm blowing off, just for going off
+You may think I'm showing off, cuz every rhyme is flowing off
+A dope beat that is so sweet to the eardrum
+Gets the crowd prepared to hear some
+Super, high-powered lyrics, specially chosen
+The battle's a snowstorm and brothers are frozen
+Thirty-two degrees below zero
+
+[Hook]
+Now who's your rhymin' hero (3X)
+
+[Verse 2]
+The Genius, is a rap professor
+Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
+But the way I speak is so poetic
+Describe me on the mic, I'm energetic
+Even if you roll up strapped with an uzi
+Still your wack lyrics couldn't [Do Me!!]
+Yo, I'm not the type of guy
+Cuz my lyrics are high powered, meaning fly
+I'm not barn, I'm building hard
+You thought that I was weak, well let me speak
+With me being frozen this MC weather come to
+All linked together
+See I got wreck, wrapping things in check
+You got germs, worms, plus a lack of respect
+I'll be teachin, you couldn't handle
+A style like mine, I dismantle
+Just by pickin up the mic, and start showin
+I cold turn it out, and yo then
+I get super serious strong and then furious
+Give an MC something to make them curious
+On, professors, in college
+I stomp em out just with supreme knowledge
+Bustin up witches, yo I give stitches
+Super-suckin-fuckin-lickin-some-sexy-scali bitches
+I go off, and off men often
+See the December's Primatene Mist coughin
+Cuz I'm the God building hard never barred
+Bringin crazy static to your attic
+Now I'm known to flip a show
+
+[Hook]
+Now who's your rhyming hero (4X)
+
+[Verse 3]
+You have some MC's who get too hyped
+From a ten-word rhyme it took em hours to type
+That's not MCing, just an MC being
+Weak on his words and never thinkin bout freeing
+Positive thoughts that I let come out
+I'm The Genius of this, I know what it's about
+Cuz on the mic I'm a leader, school I am a reader
+When it comes to sex, a strong good breeder
+MC's max but every one I wax
+And collect the cash money without being taxed
+Now that I have your attention, I'd like to mention
+Don't battle me at any rap convention
+If so I'll show all who wants to know
+To determine who's an amateur and who is a pro
+Don't mean to get ill, cuz I know how you feel
+You lack words like mines, talent and skill
+Now I'm known to flip a show
+
+[Hook]
+Now who's your rhyming hero (4X)
+**************************************************
+Interlude[GZA]
+I've seen a kid
+One night out at the spot
+He had a Wu-Tang logo on his face
+And just... a tattoo THIS big
+And a whole bunch of other shit carved on it
+You don't see that often, I mean
+I mean I've never seen a, G-Unit logo
+On someone's face, or arm, or...
+Y'know; not sayin that there isn't
+But umm...
+I would say it's sort of like a cult following
+Y'know but we're just regular people
+I mean, I look
+I look at myself as a regular person
+**************************************************
+Intromental[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Intro (Beneath the Surface)[Intro]
+As untold truths threaten our existence
+And reality is cloaked with images of corruption
+In the depths of the cavern of the mind comes another jewel
+From the man who brought you "Liquid Swords"
+The director of "Shadowboxin'", "4th Chamber" and "Cold World"
+He now takes you "Beneath the Surface"
+**************************************************
+DramaTalkin bout drama
+
+I met a young brother, how young about eight
+He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
+I greeted him, and struck a conversation
+To see if the youngster had some self-motivation
+Peace brother, what's your name, and how ya be
+He said I be soon coming off the currency
+I said gettin paid, he said yeah like my man's brother
+Who has a condo he shares with his baby's mother
+He said a condo beats my apartment
+With no lights and no gas and much backed up rent
+No hot water or heat, and invaded by plenty rats
+That'll eat up the average alleycat
+He said yeah boy, now that's poverty
+I said word, I know and it bothers me
+'Cause we are the victims, of a situation
+How wicked man, separated
+A nation and got us cold-killin off one another
+(Word-word, to the mother)
+It's getting hot, how hot, hotter than July
+Cuz the murder and crime rate is rising very high
+For example, in my neighborhood, it's so hot
+I'm often woke up from the alarming sound of a shot
+So I'm thinking what, is my neighborhood a trap
+Could this be the place marked X on the map?
+Now I'm spotted like a target, in the shooting gallery
+So I start to seek for a better salary
+So I can escape from where, from this ghetto life area
+'Cause every day you're getting scarier
+*blam blam* and scarier and scarier
+Causing mass hysteria, it's drama
+Talkin bout drama
+
+Not to be bold and disrespect the homeless
+'Cause I can see that they suffer from a long list
+From not having shelter, and out on the street
+Without a job and days without a bite to eat
+Yo I feel for those, but here's another side
+About some more people that's living on the outside
+Because of the fact that they chose the wrong way
+And it took em on a trip for a long day
+Got to the point you started stealing from your house
+Stalking the rooms late at night like a mouse
+Your family's upset and you've got to go
+When it's five below and we're expecting snow
+And then you're on the train with a cup in your hand
+Kicking dirt, and making it look like sand
+Then after you run that game for a while
+You start sucking up tokens from out the turnstile
+Are you that desperate, just to get a hit
+Is it so effective that you won't quit, and yo
+Why do you come to me crying the blues?
+About you can't get a job, well, go sell some street news
+Then you can get straight and be real
+But you'd rather rob and steal
+And that's drama
+Talkin bout drama
+Not wonderama
+But I'm talkin bout drama
+Hear what I'm sayin?
+I'm not talkin bout your mama
+Nahhhh, but I'm talkin bout drama
+
+Shaolin fist versus the Lama
+Talkin bout drama
+**************************************************
+Planetary Energy[Verse 1]
+We invaded Mars in parachutes
+Size of Colosseums
+Scale had to find the attributes
+Whispers of space left over
+From the moment of creation, down to the deaths of supernovas
+A million light years away
+The thermometer
+Much differently like our neighbor
+The Andromeda
+Hydrogen gas cooled down and started forming
+Clusters of stars that we begin swarming
+Start a chemical chain and read it like a clock
+And, if you can tell time, it's a beautiful thing to watch
+By measuring the brightness of a star
+According to the hydrogen burning in the core, you see the lightness
+I am made up of layers, extreme pressure
+Tectonic activity from such conveyors
+A big ball of melted metal
+99% percent of the planet explored on such a level
+
+[Hook]
+Ignition sequence starts
+Ignition sequence starts
+Ignition sequence starts
+
+[Verse 2]
+The dark like a rocket, many miles per hour
+Global warming threatening MCs for power
+Strictly hell fire, the ice caps melt
+Oxygen, water, and food for thought is dealt
+Space is so vast like a puck on ice
+I glide across the track and never think twice
+A little energy goes a long way
+Electrically-charged, I move so fast, a year is one day
+Deep-space quest to leave Earth
+Away from the force that has shaped up all our lives since birth
+Without Hip-Hop I'm like a fish out of water
+Flappin' instead of rappin' and my days are shorter
+The absence of sound weakens my muscles
+The beauty of the divine art makes me hustle
+Delivering hell storms of rap articles
+Well-planned, detailed, intricate, methodical
+
+[Hook]
+Ignition sequence starts
+Ignition sequence starts
+Ignition sequence starts
+Ignition sequence starts
+Ignition sequence starts
+Ignition sequence starts
+
+[Outro]
+Six, five, four, three, two, one, zero
+All engines running
+Permit liftoff
+We have liftoff at 11:22AM Eastern Standard Time
+**************************************************
+Crash Your Crew (Video Version)[Intro: RZA, (GZA)]
+Hey yo; turn my shit up son too
+No doubt (know exactly what you talking about)
+Do-do yo (You know?)
+
+[Chorus x4: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I'm gonna crash ya crew, I'm gonna crash you too
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+Let's drink wine from the purest grapevine and rhyme
+Out my motherfucking mind
+Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line
+Catch juice from the lamp pole
+Fifteen twenty-inch woofers blow the manhole
+Made the street crack, massive feedback
+Allah Math spin the beat back
+The crowd look while the stage shook
+Carpenters made errors
+Craftsmen had his head severed
+Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tons of snow
+Wrote this rhyme in video, verbal assassin
+Blasting, exploit your break through explosively
+Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously
+Gain control, optimize the input channel
+I set it relatively high for those on a panel
+CD with the durable long-life cover
+Very similar to no other
+I seen a million try to set afloat, thousands that show
+Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow
+But one individual they forgot to frisk so
+Now his pursuit is not without risk
+A special no thanks for being flank
+While journalists stay running in front of tanks
+Flew out first class, came back, closed task
+Rough path surfaces, no math
+Military campaign, bust shots, cause inflammation of the brain
+Beat Crazy Eddie insane
+Feel the pain, niggas reign
+
+[Chorus x8: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I'm gonna crash ya crew, I'm gonna crash you too
+
+[Verse 2: Hell Razah]
+Make sure you got your helmet on and strap it on tight
+Via satellite, I crash like Roswell, landed in a poverty hell
+El Israel, sipping cocktails, then we build like hammers and nails
+Verbal carpentry, rap getting rocked in road cells
+Economically, I give lobotomies, stay high off the finest weed
+Form a colony off the words I prophecy
+Brain damage you, crash your crew like Norfolk lawsuits
+Mayday, pull out your parachute, check the parables
+Drunk off the Absolute, get off my avenue
+Drove you over like the bulldozer
+Tell your cap'(tain) to train war soldiers
+Your whole camp get the cold shoulder
+
+[Chorus x8: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+I'm gonna crash ya crew, I'm gonna crash you too
+**************************************************
+Stop the Nonsense[Verse 1]
+I see youngsters, y'know, teenagers
+Walking around with beepers and pagers
+And who's beeping them? Oh it's the boss
+Making sure no one is taking a loss
+On his multi-thousand dollar operation
+But how does he thank them for their participation
+Whatever the pay, it's still not enough
+Cause what they got into is some serious stuff
+Hours a day back and forth on the strip
+Sending customers far on a trip
+And this roots of all evil brings about war
+Cause you wanna open up another crack store
+Children can't play in the parks and things
+Because a stray bullet might be headed for the swings
+You never though about that, oh I guess not
+All you thought about was owning your own spot
+To putting more and more people to sleep
+But ya heading for a pothole six feet deep
+You see the problem has gotten more serious
+And the community is getting more furious
+Get it deep in your head I told you so
+It goes way beyond just saying no
+Stop the nonsense
+
+[Verse 2]
+Remember Steve with the blue Jag?
+They found him cut up and stuffed in a bag
+He had his own operation uptown
+And there was plenty other drug dealers he would cut down
+In other words, he was living foul
+Shootin up neighborhoods acting wild
+He said he had to protect his drug trade
+Which we manufactured throughout arcades
+He made sure his enemies felt the pain
+Whoever he felt was a threat, got slain
+Like Donna, who was only sixteen
+And she was employed on another drug scene
+She try to set up a hit on Steve
+But he sliced her throat until she could not breathe
+This is what happens when you deal
+You don't care on who you got to kill
+I might walk outside and get shot
+Because I live next door to a drug spot
+And I don't need this stuff in my vicinity
+Of me being shot for mistaken identity
+This is the stuff that Steve was on
+Now he's dead long and gone
+With his old nonsense
+**************************************************
+Intermission (Drive In Movie)[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Destruction of a Guard (Remix)[Chorus: Raekwon]
+POP POP POP, when it shots, whose to blame?
+Three get dropped and removed from the game
+One get knocked, now his whole life is changed
+Cuz he's so far from freeing the world, that seem strange
+
+[GZA]
+I come from a place where they say, death comes too soon
+Where the hoods on the block, dance to a different tune
+Every night and every day, hotels of foul play
+Turns fatal, when this hostile land of AK's
+On any date, not wait to pump them rounds
+The reminder; it's a murderer stomping ground
+With one less witness, gunned down in the staircase
+Who had led his crew, but he was moving at a snail's pace
+Many suspects, many possible motives
+Just kept coming with unstoppable explosives
+The weak fold in these most extreme conditions
+While the rivals quickly strengthen their position
+The mission was to move in, with sheer brute force
+And lives, they get lost, on a collision course
+The streets are fascinating, so they gotta explore it more
+But not without walking through some hurricane corridors
+Become the most wanted, life can seem haunted
+Thugs and agents who work closely up on it
+Patriotic hustlers that kill for presidents
+Conceal the truth, but can't hide the evidence
+A man died holding some dice that he was shaking
+Like a bank stop, but no valuables was taken
+Shot at 8:45, but he died at 9
+A video was the most precise witness to the crime, it's on
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Hook: Ras Kass]
+Uh, crips and bloods, bricks and thugs
+Clips and thugs, that's gangsta
+Lifes, more disciples, send me assault riffles
+Bust if he don't like you, that's gangsta
+O-3-1's, and, Latin Kings with
+Dirty guns, that's gangsta
+Shot dozen coppers, Mexican mafias
+Killing innocent, and son they dons
+
+[Ras Kass]
+Yo, a view to a killing, aim two to the ceiling
+When niggas started illin', random chick catch a stray
+Now her whole nose is peeling, and some girls is squeeling
+So the po-po's concealing the exits
+The four-four's grilling at the next shit
+Homey's wetless, when they tech spit
+Death is something, that's the best shit
+Niggas play XBox 360, wet shit
+Halo 2 and SoCom, fresh paws hit the block
+There go Saddam, muthafuckas know your moms
+But get frustrated and blow your bombs
+Little niggas is too small to hold they arms
+Drex' should of thought about that, before get gone
+Sixteen years old getting charged as adult
+Conservatives, want harsher sentences but get no result
+And I still can't read a burner, maybe I'm part of the problem
+But when the war's going on outside, you know the outcome
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Cold World (Power Mix)[Intro: D'Angelo]
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+Doo-doo-doo
+
+[Verse 1: GZA]
+It was the night before New Year's
+And all through the fucking projects
+Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC
+Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear
+And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
+You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight
+Fuck blue and white
+They escape before them flash the fucking lights
+Gunshots, shatter first-floor window panes
+Shells hit the ground and blood-stained the dice game
+Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it
+Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses
+But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses
+Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
+Links was snatched off necks, left scars on throats
+Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
+Against those who felt the cold from the steel made 'em fold
+And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
+Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber
+No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his farmers
+And it's bugged how some niggas catch slugs
+And pockets dug from everything except check stubs
+And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
+Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look
+For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas laying on rooftops
+For his cream he stashed in a shoebox
+But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
+You don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
+And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
+Those who try to flee, they hit the vertebrae
+Increase the murder rate
+Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then
+Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
+Rapid, like recipients cashing checks again
+Back to the motherfucking spot on Lexington
+
+[Chorus: D'Angelo]
+Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+
+[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
+Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
+And seize packages and pocket the currency
+Cliques control strips, full clips are sprayed
+Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
+Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight
+Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
+And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash
+Jakes on my ass, young bucks is learning fast
+Three-fifty-sevens and forty-fours
+Bought inside corner stores, provide sparks for wars
+Hospital floors surrounded by the law
+Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door
+My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
+'Cause niggas' main concern is C.R.E.A.M
+Some niggas in the jet-black Galant
+Shot up the Chinese restaurant for this kid named Lamont
+I thought he was dead but instead he missed the kid
+And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled
+Tactical narcotic task force back off fast
+'Cause the crime boss is passing off cash
+Extortions for portions of streets causes beef
+Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief
+You witness the saga, casualties and drama
+Life is a script, I'm not an actor but the author
+Of a modern-day opera, where the main character
+Is presidential papers, the dominant factor
+
+[Chorus: D'Angelo]
+Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+Babies die, mothers cry, and brothers getting knocked
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+They be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots
+Shit is deep on the block, you got me locked down
+In this cold, cold world
+**************************************************
+Come Do Me (Dub Remix)*Beat*
+
+[Hook: x2]
+Girl
+Come Do Me
+Girl
+
+[Hook 2:]
+Girl Come
+
+*Beat*
+**************************************************
+Rap City: The Basement FreestyleDesigner and most of man
+Stands the front-end loader
+Hold enough weight that'll compensate the shareholders
+Powerful motor controls are mad stable
+No room for error, injury proves fatal
+Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel
+After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheels
+Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster
+There's always potential for large scale disasters
+In the rec' rippin' narrowly missin'
+My camp be forced into a perilous proposition
+We must come see ya, dеspite imminent danger
+Was short on fuеl, before he flew out the hangar
+From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore
+Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore
+Nigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope
+On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes
+The magnitude of the devastation untold
+The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road
+The nucleus of hip hop, rap's hallmark
+They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark
+To the new details, distant wisp of light
+Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone
+Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine
+Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design
+Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap
+Heat-pressure generated by a blasted cap
+The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count
+Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount
+Couldn't be more wrong prior to your pursuing
+When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence
+As I bury my motor-action, implode a fraction
+Of ya investigation when ya askin
+Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by
+The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya shooting eye
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