Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh. . Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, please get it together. 'Cuz anything you can do, I can do better. Your imagine material looks, hotter behind looks.
[GZA]. She dated jolly green GIANTS, that, flew on JETS. An A-list actress, who was never walked off sets. She loved stuffed animals, especially BEARS.
Who be first to catch this Beat Down?. My rap pages be The Source. Ego trip remain victory and no loss. Rap sheet show you details of wars in streets.
When I hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion. Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion. Cause I'mcontended to know that I've invented. Poetry which has been highly complimented.
Yo, this is the Gka-gka-genius. And I got the brotha Prince Rakeem on the side. You know we got the sess bones in the house. And, yo, God I'ma pass you the bone.
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.
Every time I'm with you. I feel like I'm alive. Every time I miss you. I nearly wanna die. . Best friends forever. Who never cross paths. Should end up together.
* this exception is permitted due to actual rap lyrics in the Outro. . [La the Darkman]. Yeah, killa, The GZA, La. Live, yeah, what yo. My clan is like USA the way we conquer.
[Genius]. Mic trippin, from rock skipping. Off the local brooks, not knowing. Heavy weight, throwin vocal hooks. Ryming off Apache, the Rza scratch thee.
(featuring Ras Kass). . [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.
[Intro: GZA]. This is a tale of a town with the population. Of approximately two thousand people. They small close in their community with crime. And murder, we're virtually unheard of.
Yo, check it out son. Yo, live in the place to be. You got the capital G. G to the A M C. Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school.
Such a shame, such a shame. Critical.... . You're living foul, things are getting wild. It's difficult to raise a child. Cause growin up in a lost environment.
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.
There'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.
Who won the covenant role, based on a nationwide poll?. For the grip tells told and rap scrolls. Perfect pitch for language that's built within. Where half the rap ink couldn't hold my pen.
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 living large niggas how to flip a def jam.
I'm the out scene slang kicker with no parental sticker. Risin' y'all that wise words is much slicker. Under circumstances label advances. Ample opportunity, infinite chances.
(...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*.
Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters. Dime droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers. Backstabbers, low blowers. Illegal cocaine growers. Starvation, profanity.