作曲 : Austin, Cross, Grice
Uh, Dreddy
Kruger, what up, my *****?
Yeah, GZA, you know, uh,
Rassy, you know
Shouts out to my *****
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 ******, about this new world order
But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughter
He the auditor, ain't let the
NARC's see this barker
Stick to *****es walls like
I'm Peter
Parker The
Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
Five ****** licked, 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 *****,
I'm the Benjamin stack attractor
Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
Epitome of nice, after
Rainbo press the lacquer
And y'all ****** is a waste, like fat chicks with little tits
If your names not
YKK, then get off my ****
*****, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters,
College kids and ex- felons feel this
I'm sick with the words,
Waterproofing
Liquid Swords
The world never heard this before, call me
Mr. More Cause more money, more murder, and more spit to serve