There was a clubhouse, only kept special guests in Place much darker than the room I rest in Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor And some fishin
Speakin' of this art form, the slang is dangerous MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us Fightin' to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg Odds are like
Pro tools Took her off the showroom floor no money down Near the Chrysler buildin' in the heart of Midtown Two hundred horse-power under the hood Junk
All I need is a beat with a continuous loop And a live vibe that'll hypnotize like the flute Along with somethin' that's rugged by nature like the forest
[Foreign content] Yeah, yeah, a special guest appearance From the slums, yo, aiyo I examine your diameter, third eye, light the camera up Be careful
Two individuals pulled from a lake Inside a vehicle, one had his foot on the break The windows was fully up and the doors was locked The news made the
Castle points you too You're black takes on C4 Then white could C4 I must put in time to get mine, many hours to earn power Like the ashy hand, he should
When I request my flashing sword And my hand take hold on judgment I will take vengeance upon my enemies And I will repay those that hazed me When you
What goes around, comes around In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson All debts
I'm in the schoolyard rhymin' with my brother Jamel and Ra' Allah Vibe and took the beat and imaginin' how far The sound travel at the turn of the volume
quarter most raw, absorb the quotes For sure I'm the cure, and this more than those Yeah, I'm from the bottom but I look forward to gross [Chorus: 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 Was a role
At the holy city of Mecca, great fan of Colon Crazy ammo get blown wherever I sit, son That is my throne (You know how we do it) Aiyo, pop, pop, pop,
He was raised in a house where he got scared of attention Twisted yet methodical mind, not to mention Circus like atmosphere, story book upbringin' Neighborhood
Throw down ya mic, son, ya gauge is empty Plus, the wack shit in the game might tempt me Quickly drop non-stop rec shot What I took on the road on the
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
I got scientist killas that'll jam your cell phone Send a text message, kill you off with a ringtone High pitched noise on your brain, it's heavy Autopsy
Guns, guns, guns, guns, guns His autobiography had came to an end With the final chapter written in blood upon a skin From snakes, that was dirty as
