[GZA] I was born, with the mic in my hand Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land I pulled up on the block, go out the truck, tt was the first of pit stops The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop That was somethin', I had identified with So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then Myself and RZA, made trips to the B.X. A mass of ferocious M.C.'s and talent T-Rex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day We knew we would get a reward for the price we'll pay The basic training was beyond entertainment Just the caters of the verbal expressions, self explainin' Were my boots out in constant walks across the borough Tore the troops out the frame when they challenge the most thorough From well concealed firing positions we let off the most Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast They say I rhyme like the bank that stop Cause M.C.'s be more shook then the dice that drop Especially if I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven Cause with the GZA holdin', that keep a nigga movin' I walk Broadway, from Quincy to Myrtle Back to Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be They heard the Legend, run to the reverend With headaches and blackouts, worse then severe seven
[Chorus: GZA] And when my job is done And it's time to get those that's comin' up some runs So you can see where they from, from, from... They say the product is good We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood 'Til it's understood
[GZA] We still search through the crates of songs that just breaks At times we play legendary battles on tapes Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords In a G that was stored, be rain that just poured On cats and dogs, water that, flooded the stance The violence and nature had trigged the violence of man That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats Publicize regrets, wanted alive or dead A hand full recovered from the dramatic plunge While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues Since the competition already slaked them in a scrimmage He continued tarnish that, already faded image Any sport, when they come short, majors don't need 'em Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke Like too many tokes, that'll recharge in growth This Witty Unpredictable Talent or Natural Game With non added of slang, it's all actual fact The high roller knock the chip off the shoulder Strike like the perfect bowler, with catastrophic damage My other's hard to vanish, punishment, swift to sudden Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
