Information
Artist – GZA/Genius
Album – Liquid Swords
Released – 1995
Genre – Hip-Hop
Tracklist
1. Liquid Swords – 4:32 >
[Intro: 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 a hundred and thirty-one 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
[Interlude: 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 gon' take y'all back to the source through knowledge, yo
[Chorus: GZA & RZA]
When the MCs came to live out the name
And to perform, some had
To snort cocaine, to act insane
Before he rocked it on
Now gone off 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 typhoons
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 the front want it
[Chorus: GZA & RZA]
Now, when the MCs came to live out the name
And to perform, some had
To snort cocaine, to act insane
Before he rocked it on
Now born with the mental plane just to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut
[Verse 2: GZA & RZA]
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, get 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 (When the MCs)
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: GZA & RZA]
When the MCs came to live out the name
And to perform, some had
To snort cocaine, to act insane
Before he rocked it on
Now gone off the mental plane just to spark the brain
With the building to be born
Yo, RZA flip the track with the fuckin'
2. Duel of the Iron Mic (feat. Masta Killa, Dreddy Kruger, Inspectah Deck & Ol' Dirty Bastard) – 4:08 >
[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?"
(Duel of the Iron Mic!)
"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 MCs
Who cutthroat to rake leaves
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast like running rivers
I be that whiskey in your liver
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Duel of the Iron Mic!
It's the fifty-two fatal strikes!
[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
This is not an eighty-five affair made clear
When the gods get on to perform, storms brew up
Wu's up, causing the crowd to self-destruct
Killa 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 Masta 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]
Thugs 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
Soul Controller avenues that's the dream that's sold
Building lobbies are graveyards for small-timers
Bitches caught in airports, ki's in their 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
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Duel of the Iron Mics!
This that fifty-two fatal strikes!
Duel of the Iron Mics!
It's that fifty-two fatal strike, nuh!
[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"
3. Living in the World Today – 4:25 >
[Intro: RZA & GZA]
Yo (Yeah)
Check it out, son, check it out, son
Yo (Wu, can I get a "Soo"?)
Live from the place to be
We got the capital G, Z to the A, MC
Givin' a mad shout-out to the Ranch Crew from the old school
And we gon' take y'all back, know what I'm sayin'?
We goin' to the source for this right here
The fathers, the cream of the crop, son, check it
Yo, check it
[Chorus: 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 them, so we blast 'em
Alright? Well, okay
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 Chevys, 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 flyin' spikes, so massive
Sleep holds put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from bein' star-spangled
Now, who could ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin' style is mad murderous
[Chorus: 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, 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 (Tch-pow)
Alright? Well, okay
[Interlude: 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 bein' 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 nigga's MCin'
I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on seesaws
I throw raps that attack like the Japs in Pearl Harbor
MCs be out like bank robbers
Fleein' the scene to be a sole survivor
DJ the getaway driver
Tried to dip, but he dive, I socialize with 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 sheetrock to soundproof the beatbox
And microscopic optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchline 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-U-Cee-King the police (Fuck)
[Chorus: 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 them (Have them), so we blast 'em (Tch-pow)
Alright? Well, okay
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
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 (Tch-pow)
Alright? Well, okay (Yeah)
[Outro: GZA]
The Wu-Tang say
We don't have them
Alright? Well, okay
The world today, the Wu-Tang say
Niggas that front, we don't have them, so blast 'em
Alright? Well, okay
4. Gold – 3:59 >
[Intro: Method Man]
Ayo, 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
[Chorus: 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 backstreets 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 mils 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 he set up camp, he 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 playing predator with a Glock, he should have took out
[Chorus: GZA]
No neighborhood 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, yo
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 Evergreen
Niggas plant bombs 'til the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And floats 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, shoveling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands that tap work
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 moved keys and had his fiends 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
[Chorus: 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, I 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 fuck with us
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
5. Cold World (feat. Inspectah Deck) – 5:32 >
[Intro: sample]
"I had a bad dream"
"Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams"
"What a time you chose to be born"
[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 rob and snipe what’s 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, there's 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 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 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 (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), cold world (Cold world)
[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]
Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prix's
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 prowl broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed, scramblin' for petty cash
Jakes on my ass, young bucks is learnin' fast
.357's and .44s
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 cream
Some niggas in a 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 tryin' 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: 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
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
[Outro: 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
6. Labels – 2:56 >
(Intro: RZA & Masta Killa)
Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin'?
That be gettin' misinformed, thinkin' everything is everything
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 tryna lure us in like spiders into the web
You know what I'm sayin'?
Sometimes people gotta come out and speak up
And let people understand
That, you know, you gotta, you gotta read the labels, you gotta read the label
If you don't read the label, you might get poisoned (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, goddamn
I show livin'-large niggas how to flip a def jam
And rough up the motherfuckin' house 'cause I smother
You cold chillin' motherfuckers, I still warn a 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 real of real, it wasn't from a tough 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 capital 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 and Broadway
But I was out on the Island, bombin' MCs 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 and M
The Abbot and the Master breakin' down your pendulum
As I fiend MCs out with a blow that'll numb the appendix
I'm holdin' more weight than Colombia
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 (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
So duck as I struck with the soul of Motown
My central broadcasting systems is lowdown
And dirty like that bastard
It's gettin' drastic
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(Outro: GZA & Masta Killa)
Read the label and say it loud
Another Wu banger
36 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
7. 4th Chamber (feat. RZA, Ghostface Killah & Killah Priest) – 4:39 >
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
So come boy, choose life or death
Yeah, go to hell
The only man a hoe wait for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
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 rac-coons
Corner sittin' wine niggaz sippin' Apple Boone
This ain't no white cartoon
'Cuz 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
Iron Man be sippin' rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin' knives which stay windy in Chicago
Spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don
I judge wisely, as if nothin' ever surprise me
Loungin', between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece is like buildin' stones in Greece
My poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed as my mind roams the realm
My eye's the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
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 fits
I leave 'em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips
Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin' your buildin'
No time to grab the gun, they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent from the President to rage your residence
Because you had secret evidence and documents
On how they raped the continents and it's the prominent
Dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, 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
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin' lakes
Of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin' slim
Like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
Use the sky for a blanket, stuffin' clouds inside my pillow
Rollin' with the lands
The tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons electrons always cause explosions
The banks of G, all cream downs a vet
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 bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit cream
I learned much from such with cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like hams
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 limp on temp
With the stump, treat his hips like air pumps
RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred tryin' to figure who invented
This unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
'Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse
8. Shadowboxin' (feat. Method Man) – 3:32 >
(Special technique) Fuck that
(Special technique of shadowboxing) God damn
(The GZA, god damn!)
(The GZA, god damn!) Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop!
(Method, god damn!) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh) Johnny Blaze
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Johnny Blaze) Maximilli-on
Maximilli-on
I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking Johnny Blazing,
Nightmares like Wes Craven niggaz gunning,
My third eye seen it coming Before it happen
You know about them fucking Staten Kids they smashing
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blasting, hmmm
Is you busting steel or is you flashing? Hmmm
Talking out your assHOLE
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe I keeps it moving,
Know just what the fuck I'm doing - rap insomniac,
Fiend to catch a nigga snoozing, slip the cardiac
Arrest me, exorcist Hip Hop posses me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass
Alley cat top pedigree, the head toucher,
Industry party bum rusher
You don't like a dick up in ya, fuck ya
(Allow me to demonstrate) That's right, you corny-ass
(The skill of Shaolin) rap motherfuckers
(The special technique) Better go back and check
(Of shadowboxing) your fucking stacks
(Shadowboxing) Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged enough
Bitch
I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfucking backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled out, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, trying to orbit this corporate
Industry, but what them niggaz can't see
Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynching and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions
Cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session
When my mind start to clicking, and the strategy
Is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don't give a cotten-picking FUCK
About a brother trying to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy acting like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa Bee, that be holding down his honeycomb, lounging son
Wu brother number one, 'Protect Ya Neck'
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spitting 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 nutsac, and spitting lung-ghies
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 and Together Now
Things are getting good looking better now
(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)
(Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing)
(Shadowboxing)
9. Hell's Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304 – 5:10 >
(...the skill of Shaolin)
RZA: Yes the good life, you know *clinks glass*
GZA: What the fuck is that, hell's angels?
*Ol Dirty singing in the background*
RZA: Steels over here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks what's going on baby?
Yeah everything is lovely over here.
GZA: No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at?
RZA: Yeah the, the Maximillion is sure here
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... Grey Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey Ghost standing right here.
Yeah he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. *phone clicks*
GGh: Bobby Steels.
GZA: Huh?
RZA: Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you good to see you.
GGh: A pleasure.
RZA: So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned?
GGh: Everything is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
GZA: Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
RZA: Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
GZA: Get the fuck outta here with that hell's angels bullshit!
RZA: We got the cash we know Cash Rules Everything Around this Motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
GZA: The fuck outta here!
GGh: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
GZA: Fucking hell's bastards.
RZA: Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey Ghost --
Do you know a a Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I know no such person.
RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
GGh: I don't know who you're talking about.
RZA: I think you do know him cause your fuckin friend Don
Is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing
His fuckin ass like a fuckin bird.
GZA: Life of a drug dealer
RZA: The fuckin guys is comin
GGh: Do you believe him?
Killah hills 10304
Restaurants on a stake-out
So order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga Mr. Wedding, late a fuckin half hour
And his man who bought land from Tony Starks
While he was contractin bricklayin jobs in city parks
He's a loan shark, bitches raise a grand to a finger
In a garment that's stretched, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
For the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
Who used to drive like 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 the various custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz 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
Intiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz 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, comin through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singin, 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 blastin niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they wives takin 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 the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
Ricans processing for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of ether
Two hundred pounds of reefer
And fifty immigrants with fake Visas
Life of a drug dealer
Killah hills, 10304
The saga continues
10. Investigative Reports (feat. Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & U-God) – 3:51 >
Here we go, come on
"A battle-A battle was fought, in Brooklyn..."
"Hessian Soldiers killed 3,000 men (rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters)
Much of the fighting took place in (dime droppers, 25-to-lifers)
What is now Prospect Park in Green-Wood Cemetery (backstabbers, low blowers)
As well as the Park Slope and Gowanus neighborhoods" (illegal... cocaine growers)
"This was the first battle of America"
Starvation, profanity
Anxiety, brothers tryin' me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
Yo! My slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinkin'
Plus I'm analyzin' 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
When life feed your seed right, he's breathin' indeed, right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable raps
And tackable gats never get jacked
See ya then move, black
Paradise trife, plush with much ice
Gettin' nice, layin' back, speak on my life, word up!
"The battle of Brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest (crack patients, dime smokers)
Clash of the American revolution, soldiers killed (vial carriers, mocha tokers)
3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now..." (burnt buildings, brothers buildin')
Save the children, investigative reports!
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars!
Ghetto psychos armed and dangerous, leavin' 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
Rollin' like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stutterin', 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
Crack patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers buildin'
Save the children, investigative reports!
Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims standin' on the block, rockin' a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rockin' kid's back for more
Startin' gun wars with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life livin' villain
Packed with visions, copywritten
Throwin' bread to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats
In '69, 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 hangin' big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swingin' 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 milkin' Armarettas
Who fear none, crushin' all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep your eye on the sparrow
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, 25-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal... cocaine growers
Starvation, profanity
Anxiety, brothers tryin' me
Gun slingers, dead ringers
Investigative reports
Investigative reports
"Have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers (investigative reports)
Into high-level positions, to insure the continued success
Of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations"
11. Swordsman (feat. Killah Priest) – 3:23 >
When a motherfucker steps out his place
And gets slapped in his motherfuckin 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
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, duck 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
When a motherfucker steps out his place
And gets slapped in his motherfuckin 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
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
Look at professor ass niggas can't feed they own seeds
When a motherfucker steps out his place
And gets slapped in his motherfuckin 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
When a motherfucker steps out his place
And gets slapped in his motherfuckin 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
12. I Gotcha Back – 5:03 >
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Every roommate kept awake
By every sigh and scream we make
All the feelings that I get
But I still don't miss you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven't missed you yet
Only when I stop to think about it
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
Only when I stop to think about you
I know
Only when you stop to think about me
Do you know
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
You hate everything about me
Why do you love me
I hate
You hate
I hate you
Love me!
I hate everything about you
Why do I love you
13. B.I.B.L.E. (Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth) [feat. Killah Priest] – 4:32 >
Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Life is a test many quest the Universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving Earth
Life is a test many quest the Universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving Earth
Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was 12
I loved doing right but I was trapped in Hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears but yo, my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my youth
And went to church since birth but it wasn't worth the loot
That I was paying plus the praying
I didn't like staying 'cause of busy-bodies and dizzy hotties
That the preacher had souped up with lies
Had me cooped up looking at loot, butt and thighs
During the service, he swallowed up the poor
And after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor
But I ignored and explored my history that was untold
And watched mysteries unfold
And dropped a jewel like Solomon but never followed men
'Cause if you do, your brain is more hollow than
Space oblivia or the abyss
With no trace of trivia left with the hiss
Does it pay to be deaf, dumb and blind?
From a slave, we was kept from the mind
And from the caves, he crept from behind
And what he gave was the sect of the swine
When the Bible, it condemns the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs
But we used to wear a turban but now we're in the urban
No more wearing beanies and dress like the genie
No hocus pocus 'cause I focus on the facts
And put it on the tracks, embroid it through the wax
I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time
And too much knowledge, it might break up the rhyme
I did it anyway just to wake up the mind
Of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet
Those who sit home or sell books by the market
Need to chill and get their mind revived
For years religion, did nothing but divide
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Life is a test many quest the Universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving Earth
Life is a test many quest the Universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving Earth
I strolled through the books of Job to unfold
And open bibles, instead of hoping on revivals
Calling on His name and screaming hallelujah
When he hardly knew ya, that's how the Devil fooled ya
See, look into my eyes brethren, that's the lies of a Reverend
Why should you die to go to Heaven?
The Earth is already in space, the Bible I embrace
A difficult task I had to take
I studied 'til my eyes was swollen and only arose when
I found out that we were the chosen
I deal with the truth and build with the youth
And teach my son as he kneels on the stoop
Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted with foolish men
And women with wicked minds who build picket signs
To legalize abortion, the evil eye extortion
I quiz son with my wisdom
Before I converted, I was perverted and knowledge was asserted
The study of wisdom, I preferred it
The understanding, it gave me mental freedom
I even learnt Caucasian were really the Tribe of Edom
The white image of Christ is really Cesare Borgia
And uhh, the second son of Pope Alexander
The Sixth of Rome and once the picture was shown
That's how the devils tricked my dome
I prophesized to save a man, but no one gave a damn
For my nation, the seed of Abraham
Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew
Now we're strung on needles and some are plunging evils
So study and be wise in these days of darkness
Peace to my nephew Marcus
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Life is a test many quest the Universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Life is a test many quest the Universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Life is a test many quest the Universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth
Life is a test many quest the Universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last and the last shall be first
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