Verses Lyrics - The Genius Gza

(featuring La The Darkman, Ras Kass & Scaramanga Shallah) 

[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)] 

Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra) 

Wu-Tang (herbs three 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... 

[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 Raiders 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 linen 

Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him 

You dealing with a night stick choker 

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 rob and gather 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.. 

[La the Darkman] 

Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana 

How we used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana 

Try, play me today, I'mma kill you manana 

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 Athena, 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 a limited 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 Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general 

[Ras Kass] 

Whoever 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 

Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty second century 

Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu 

'cause I'm original, like blacks for larger jewels 

Velour's by BUFU, Buy Us Fuck U 

Try Us Fuck U. You die. Y'all got gats but him buck too, nigga 

Sip Grey Goose and ponder. They know the 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 Haliburton 

For troops support efforts in Iraq 

Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that 

The rape over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a case of soda 

Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters (damn!) 

But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton workers make 

Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year 

Plus a 25 extra taking fire in combat 

Recruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at 

18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at?' 

But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at 

I love to crunk, so what. plus I'm gangsta enough 

To piss in pimpin kids pimp cup. rack again and pump it up 

How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt 

[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 vein, and it's a crying shame 

The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top 

Acquiring apparel, 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 in they field 

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?