Silent Lyrics - The Genius Gza

Yeah, six o'clock in the morning 

That's right, we gotta get this darts right 

Spray y'all niggas on some marksman shit 

Yes, I said, "Look, I got ready to graze 

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 to 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, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski 

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 

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 y'all 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 nothin' changes, it's still those same niggas 

You love to hate GZA 

I set examples over amplified samples 

That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample 

On those who fell victims, body loss they souls 

These beats when I picked 'em 

Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold 

RZA paid the roll, 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 a new thief 

The journalist watched it, critics couldn't knock it 

A piece of history that they carried in they pocket 

With the time factor, speed was the order of the day 

What a delay, they were able to, what he would say 

Why waste the slot time of the 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 villes into harvested lands