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GZA - Did Ya Say That

Album: "Legend Of The Liquid Sword" (2002)

I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
The herds start stomping the promoters that be fronting
They sue for Cash Rule but the courts they give 'em nothing
Your soundman came with the feedback like "we need that"
Security's shining flashlights like "where the weed at?"
Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face
And it's hard to stop it, once we came to drop it
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will weigh out the other, like friend next to brother
Try to take cover as the battle comes to a closion
That structure that supported your rap started implosion
Your whole chest and your world caved in
They completely gave in, they just sparks and brave men

Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back?
And hold out on my advance? They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points? He didn't play that
Yo did they say that?

Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back?
And hold back my advance? They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points? He didn't play that
Yo did he say that?
Yo did he say that?

Raindrops keep falling on your head
So heavy that it's tearing what you're wearing ain't caring, so you're hearing what I said
I'm making sure it stick like a stamp you don't lick
Or a snare with no kick
So you know it be authentic like the hand-made works of a carpenter
The 64 squares make 'em use a sharpener
Kept a fine point with the lead, then it's thread
On the paper like cancer it would rapidly spread
This music is addictive but can't live without it
At times you hear shout it "The Wu, they be about it"
A strong following with the die-hard supportedly
The loyalty came from the songs that went accordingly
I couldn't be more wrong if I changed the format
Did something different from the most explored rap

Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back?
And hold out on my advance? They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points? He didn't play that
Yo did they say that?

Yo, did he say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back?
And hold back my advance? They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points? He didn't play that
Yo did he say that?
Yo did he say that?

Positive Elevation Always Correct Errors
That's the fire till my Clansmen starts to spread terror
Spin your wig back like we DJ'ing, he ain't playing
My songs set a trap, catch 'em laying
Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across
Not to play it is a terrible loss at whose cost?
People wait like never before for the ball to drop
At the gate lined up for a tape to cop
I still run into students banging my first joint
Wrote a essay off the second LP to prove a point
That a rhyme is a terrible thing to waste
Gimmicks and radio the God don't chase
But I replace your wackness, it shows in your flows
Immaturenesses, all of your hoes, case closed
Most of your strength is in the pocket of you clothes
That you endorse in every rhyme like it's Garbeson robes [echo]

Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back?
And hold out on my advance? They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points? He didn't play that
Yo did they say that?

Yo, did he say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back?
And hold back my advance? They didn't pay that
Producers want seven points? He didn't play that
Yo did he say that?
Yo did he say that?

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Auto Bio

Album: "Legend Of The Liquid Sword" (2002)

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, it 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 to 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

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...

They says the product is good
We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood
'Til it's understood...

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 to 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

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...

They says the product is good
We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood
'Til it's understood...

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Intro (performed by Young Justice)

Album: "Legend Of The Liquid Sword" (2002)

[GZA's son Young Justice]
It was the summer of '77.
New York was just recovering from the raves due to the blackout.
Hip Hop was young and growing rapidly. It was during that time when my father would oftent make journeys accross the waters. From Shaolin on his way to the place where many say this art form started. The ferry, or the boat, as most called it, was a floatin' forum, for talent especially MC's, who would often battle while in route to the city. It was on the boat, where he would sharpen his sword on neighborhood MC's, preparing for the battles that were soon to come...

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Outro (feat. La the Darkman, Timbo King)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

[La the Darkman]
Yeah, killa, The GZA, La
Live, yeah, what yo
My clan is like USA the way we conquer
Lay back, grow more chocolate than Willy Wonka
Stomp ya, till your head bleed, your mouth bleed
Runnin wit the heart of slave that's been freed
Triple Darkness, wild like a killer from Sparfit
Heartless, trained to hit movin targets
Profit, .357 cocked it
Killed you, leave you wit your money in your pocket
My logic, money bitches layin the lessons
Allah blesses, me wit automatic weapons
Scholastic, geographic, stay jurassic
Runnin through Medina wit the glock blastin
Rotten fruit, Black Je-sus, I got juice
Darkman move swift as a mongoose

[Timbo King]
Yo, niggas caught plaque from bitin off the platinum
Dumb MC's caught the gum disease, ask them
Who style they took, two wild rooks
Tried to take a page when I'm the author of the book
At twenty-seven years young, y'all some old timers
I write wit invisible ink, y'all use eye liners
Define rhymers, the question and the answer
The DJ and the dancers, check

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Mic Trippin

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

Mic trippin, from rock skipping
Off the local brooks, not knowing
Heavy weight, throwin vocal hooks
Ryming off Apache, the Rza scratch thee
Records borrowed from Home Alone kid known as latchkey
Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics
Forty-fives marked up, looped with static
Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, trucks Chevy
Flare ripped from the magic lair, of medley
But deadly I merge foward, with a sharp spear
He must return now his flight departs here
Like Sittin Bull, I lay with my bow pulled
Arrow poisonous cos my enemy clip's full
Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers
Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders
Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers
Intimate footage roll off the cameraman's shoulder
Many-a-die for fame movin like Leroy
Can't be one and the same, nah it ain't b-boy
The decoy, scan this with high tech radar
Til my mic strike, leave a state-size crater
I came into this with the writer's block
To prevent a sudden shock, on a large flock
Clips are uncut episode, invinciable armor
I blaze one, once I struck the match off my bomber

Adjust this, til its EQ'ed like never
Watch a mega watt bang spot, raise the lever
Its operation cobra, its over
Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier

My rough cut metal tapes, quick to break labelmates
Won't hesitate to negotiate your table stake
First lesson came from the session, room one
From the longest awaited, but the strongest made it
Complex, complicated, compressed elongated
Homicidial sub-title, Wu claw banga off the ocean shore
Kid jaw, cut with the jig-saw
Intern engineer, vest on the youth
Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires
From autofire, rapid from the verbalist slangster's gat
Two hit Tucker she labeled it gangstar rap
Unseen heard, struck the vital nerves
of some sort, courts got papers to serve
Still bang em in the head, just lead no eraser
One shot, no chaser, who gonna replace her
You punch-drunk swingin your keys on your index
Showin off your Rolex
Didnt see the joe text, you filmed it on bolex
Smashed with the largest full finger name ringer, life clinger

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Stringplay (Like This, Like That) (feat. Method Man)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

[Method Man]
Uh, and it goes like this
Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that
Now let me tell you who I am
Up early in the morning, dressed in black
Who dat? [echoes]

[Genius/GZA]
Yo, yo, Marvel this theatrical, drama on stage
Broadway classical, led men to rage
Like currents, the beat change and now a flow is strange
You in the arctic wit wolves that viciously main
Thugs that roam clubs, in the dark wit fireworks that spark
The saltwater vibrations comin from sharks
Blood-thirsty kids bite just as well as I write
You're like secretaries who can't type, you're no use
Broke down vessels who want a boost, there's no jokes
Quick fast you, get stumped cuz you played, your organ pump Kool-Aid,
from Indiana wit the Jones of a Lost Crusade
Hip-hop done hit the church,
choir girls rockin mini skirts The b-side kept plenty hurt
Push like the shovels in snow storms
And stack piles of foul, the shit you must GROW ON! [echoes]

[Method Man]
Uh and it goes like this
Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that
Uh and it goes like this
Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that

Pay no attention to the evil they speak You caught the beef
Wit the equal eye, poisonous beats from underneath
Crack the concrete wit two left feet Head on my meat
Ain't no games here we playin for keeps (WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!)
Introducing, the crowd seducing man on the street
Penitentiaries is either half-dead or too sweet
Back to basic, condition-al god, plus I can take it
Wagin war within the matrix, it's hard to see
Touch, hear, smell or even taste it, take your places
We runnin in these human races, bucking naked
Back-slappin kid yappin, actin villian
catchin feelin like we cap peelin as if we killin
every brick in every project building
From Cabrini Green to Tildens,
sincerely yours Mista Meth and Maximilion (da millions, da millions)
(Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka KAAA!) (da millions ha!)

Uh and it goes like this
Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that
Uh and it goes like this
Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that
Uh and it goes like this
Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that
Uh and it goes like this
Uh uh uh uh, it goes like that

Uh uh uh uh
Uh uh uh uh
Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm
(WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!)
(WE PLAY FOR KEEPS!)
Wu-Tang Killa Bees on the swarm
And it goes like this

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Feel Like An Enemy (feat. Hell Razah, Killah Priest, Trigga, Prodigal Sunn)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

[Hell Razah]
Yeah, yeah yo
I'm like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
We complete like the solar system
Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
Everyday be a court date recorded on tape
Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight
We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor? face
GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all
I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws
See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard
Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabee, K-P-P rapidly
Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit blasphemy

[Chorus (Hell Razah)]
AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy)
AND IF YOU'RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me)

[Killah Priest]
I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
Vent poison in the ears of the (grown-z's[?]) dead head for years
Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs
Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear
Shots were fired in the darkest moments
Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, days of atonement
Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit
Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs
Drunk a cup of blood
We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug
We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up
I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas
I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach
Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred
It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin

[Trigga]
Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent
Live from medalion, (nometry[?]) dealin equality
You could stop to see profiles of me
Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me
Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree
Complete the formation, salute the salvation
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin
No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation
Artist in occupation together maintainin
Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin
This generation, a misleading calculation
No elevation, time wastin and live chasin

[Prodigal Sun]
A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine
Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist
It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price
In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble
Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle
It's a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men
Plus a prison, ain't no division and no religion
And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
Cash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal
Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow
Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo
I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo
(Let's mark that ass nigga)

[Chorus 3x]

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Publicity

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

Who be first to catch this beat down? My rappages be the source
Ego trip remain victory, and no loss
Rap sheet show you details of wars in streets
Where the most live, catch vibe and blaze heat
Double XL kings who rush through, got right on
Quick to stress ya, sound crew to get a mic on
Math lets the plates spin consecutive hits,
Promoters' face grin the dawn catch fist,
Keep the paper direct wire see them jake be tire
Unlike the story that echoes out with chronic liars
Like those who feast on hogs, eat murder dogs
A village voice kid with his heart and soul calm
Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum
Plus the dj claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin wit mad rhythm
With the lockout of one of our source sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one draft rap lords,
Swing swords, slam microphone, shatter billboards
Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin the herb
Vision impaired, when the silhouette emerged
One nut out the clan get your whole click banned
From radio pd's cut your raps man
Forcin me to move on from one world to another
On the gulf, from the fuel jet to hover
Take cover wit the radical, urban latino
No hip-hop connection wit us and Janet Reno
I do an interview and they aim to trace my essence
To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon
My group's nova, remain unsober
And serve high times wit king cobras i shoulder
Low-post mc's, your whole style (lafeast[?])
Second to get your word up, then the troops unleash
Creative (low fling[?]) to the grand opening
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're hoping
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the black beat
In the heat, of razors exposin fresh meat
In bedrock and gambling - rolling stone, out of zone
Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem
Collide wit the tiger beat, rappin raga
Ebony eyes, folks see the saga

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Victim (feat. Joan Davis, Njeri Earth)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

[Joan Davis:]
Just another victim
of the... victim
of the ghetto

Just another victim
that's how it goes
ooh

[GZA:]
Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day
Adolescence workin for small pay
World so little, he could never leave his block
His home full of riddle, so he always need his glock
He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smokin
Young wasted minds, fiendin on dimes, cokin
Forgot kids quick to break rules, and known to make fools
out of many, down the streets be more safe than school
There's no diploma, that can break him from the coma
A bloody war in the country, the youth hungry
On the corner, hyenas amongst me
Yabbin bout the stories, they be hearin, always swearin
Can't even spell the shit that he be wearin
Caught up in the silk web of material
Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue
The young is lost at their own cost, dreamin
Screamin how we never hold positions, that's the meanin
Brothers of murder victims share the same grief
The elderly shake their head in disbelief
and no relief came till I aimed
And blast one shot and left my name
The GZA... [echoes]

[Joan Davis:]
Just another victim
of the... victim
of the ghetto

Just another victim
that's how it goes
ooh

[Njeri:]
My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks
On torn down blocks, drug spots set out their shops
And cops watch, innocent niggaz roam in flocks
Romanism in tops, papers and knots
Churches and liquor stores on every corner, plot to get money not
Some funny niggaz act like they could pop glocks and those who can't cop
Sisters givin up ass a lot, brothers givin up cash a lot
They be strugglin to become someone because their parents not
Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle
When the devil uncivils society and die free
With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks
And wrists the God is now a dog, the earth is called a bitch
And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a lexus
Ice on everythin from rings and braclets to the necklaces
Children molested within these pest infested buildins
Thieves uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilins
It's peelin off, but all I see is lost black babies callin
"Please somebody save me, please somebody save me"

[Joan Davis:]
Just another victim
of the... victim
of the ghetto

Just another victim
that's how it goes
ooh

Just another victim
of the... victim
of the ghetto

Just another victim
that's how it goes
ooh

Just another...

Just another...

Victim of the ghetto

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Skit #4

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

A gun is made in America every 6 seconds.
30% of families with children keep loaded guns in the home.
In the United States more than ten children are killed by handguns every day.
Guns are weapons. Don't destroy our children's lifes!

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - 1112 (feat. Masta Killa, Killah Priest, Njeri Earth)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

[GZA:]
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, we got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
You split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
When sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you
Bugged out, tryin to think you can match this
The portrait's too graphic
Panaramic view for you, stamp Wu
The feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic
We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
And who the nigga you annoint?
700 volts on the track to slay Murderous wordplay
displayed, for killin cascades
Throwin bullets in the air to test wind and which way the cyclone spins
Counter on clockwise, still civilized
Kill spies on the wall,
that still flies all dies

[Masta Killa:]
Give no extension on the lynchin
It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun
And reveal how he really feel, confirmed
He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin, breakin his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday
My ninjas lay in revines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed thru underwater reeds, the enemy walks above,
Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude
Strikes Shatterin bulletproof
Helmets with scrap nail fragments of cell,
Inhale these venomous thoughs that I propel
Thru the north facility, the city must suffer at the hand
Of the Chief's command, volts is in
At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses
Deadenin the power from electrical fences
Defences are down, shake a nigga up
Bounce him off the sound

[Killah Priest of Sunz Of Man:]
You know what I'm sayin?
The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(Ruled by power.) And y'all cats don't know
what it's about. (Love and power.)
It goes deeper than what you see on TV.
Killah Priest, come on.

Burnin desire, ebony eyes
Painted toe nails, legacys die
Drivin by the well, egyption queens, arabian shieks
Are paid to knock off rich kings, for the joy some sing
Graveyards filled with scarlet widows
Who stabbed they husbands, sleepin on silk pillows
Blood on they robes Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes
Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats
like magic wands, castin spells
sendin niggaz to Hell Trappin they souls in realms
Baptize em with holy water
Springin on the heads of plenty witches' daughters
Interviews with the richest reporters Silent nights over the dividers
A 1000 muslim bibles for the cobler
Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada
For the love of God, guns make a loud sound
I'ma show you how thugs get down
Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down
Cursed nation, lost generation
X-Files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulers
Fallen angels from space intruders dyin saints
Blood spilled on the floor like wet paint
See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures
Dissolve it with your 100 proof liqour

[Njeri:]
Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly
Threatenin the lives of those who threaten me
Lessenin my chances of defeat by predeterminin the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter
After the third one I heard my words shall be bombed
Regardless to anything or anyone
Because I die by the gun, my life has just begun, thought I was livin all alone
but I was wrong - this long road I have to travel
In countless battles these filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles
Kings, queens and pharoahs
Change to cattle I'm able to subtract the devil's arrow
Singin at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
2 positions, horoscopes and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and Christmas carols
Raven images hang from the mantels man made slaves
And modern day babbles Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals
Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin candles
And rambled thru our castle, leavin niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas like some arab camels
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo
With to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
We went to Gretal and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackel
Children of my grand old daddy, have it
In mind were they lost in this wilderness blind

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Skit #3

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

"I'm tired of watching people around me get all the good jobs at record labels while I go on interview after interview only to be passed over for someone less qualified but better connected."
"At the Institute of the Music Industry we can teach you all you need to know about how to get a full-time job in the music industry, whether it's A&R, publicity, promotions or marketing, IMI can hook you up with the valuable contacts you need."
"So what do I need to do to enroll at IMI?"
"All you need is a high school diploma and you have the background necessary to be the next CEO at any top record label. Jazz, country western, R&B and Top 10. We know people everywhere. So what are you waiting for? Pick up the phone and call us to receive your application. The sooner you call, the faster you can start a more exciting future."
(Application and processing fees apply. Paid positions not guaranteed.)

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Hip Hop Fury (feat. RZA, Hell Razah, Timbo King, Dreddy Kruger)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

[RZA:]
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

[Hell Razah:]
Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave em paralyzed, they stolen every word I provide
Without no clearence, I nurture this track like Amish parents
Got requests from retail stores, for my appearence
First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoevers starting shit
Got as many rap soldiers for how much this record ships
Fuck them niggaz you record with, I make them forfit
Send a bomb rap fed ex inside ya office,
Son we build and deliver, came to build with the Gza
check the chorus from the Rza, the real album spitta
Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
Audio visual video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
It's the comming of the newest hip hop christ to pop you
Try the BDS and soundskins from war fans
Ya whole roster can't take on, one Sun of Man
Get ya street team, get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still Razah gonna fuck it up!

[RZA:]
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

[GZA:]
Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw em on a auction block, CEOs bidding
Highest price paid, for those wack rhymes made
It's overrated, cut off, never reinstated
I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry MCs who be starving as hell
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst
Full tank, with the premium quality raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids from scottsdale, ya cleanex
Looking like rockwell wearing V-Necks
Ya learn from this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this and burned for this
Extort from a thousands degrees of live MCs
I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas

[Timbo King:]
The microphonus, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this
House niggaz verse the homeless Ten to one,
Tim's the one Royal famous, the verbal painless
The dark gallery, million dollar pictures
Import from poor to riches, leanin on doors
We move across the broklyn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn
The Gza/Genius, Wu-tang we live long

[Dreddy Kruger:]
True indeed, I hook tracks like my seed
Persona, wack MCs do me notta
King solomon the great came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your power-U
Ya reconize the voice, it's that nigga from the Wu
Every dart I spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, cause ya sweet and sugar coated, ya folded
Ya style is half stale and half molded, so mold it

[RZA:]
You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
fuck wit the Wu we bustin ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - High Price, Small Reward (feat. Masta Killa)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

[GZA]
I wiped the chrome off wit the dust cloth
'Fore I bust off
What's the cause, life loss, high price to pay
For a small reward, kill for that Bushwick and Horsely broad
I provided the jump cables, through to boost the mini-pack
Based on the drama unfolding in a track
I don't hold back, I spare no one
Swords swing like shogun, now who want it?
You see the truth, then act upon it
Or feel the fire's fore view
Ain't a MC that I hit can pull through
That niggas are like kid, flashin plastic tools
Unaware of the most-year dynastic rule, what stupid!

[Masta Killa]
Without a doubt, it's in the heart where the best darts were written
Sittin at the window of the grand old earths
Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat
'cause some savage niggas are lost beyond reach
Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance
Left to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men
Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders
One-twenty bomb holders let em off and explode
The battefield haunting the daunting
Wu-Tang dance deadly emits six pence
Spiral rifle, barrel pointed, elastic noose
Plastic head wrapped stifle, survival
Tribal, title secret rival
(Archual[?]) subliminal message throwin
Bitch niggas holdin on labels
Mic cables, capable of slowin down jets on deck
Fuckin you straight through continuously
Justice, wit more of the critical penital
Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
Drummer bills is the street prophecies fulfilled
Better chill, currents to the invited
Bang for the 'phones, live niggas on they way home
Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Breaker, Breaker

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line
Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes
MC's should expect the worst
But stay alert and shoot first

This is not a test, it's difficulty
Picture closely, the ignorant mostly
Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb
Lost soul who failed to hear the roll of the drum
In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the
Heavy blast that blew off the mask of twelve elders
The math of an elder, praise the lord
Thinking Genius, operation project England
Commander-in-chief of flight style, check the air craft
Glide like the frisbee, Digi look Disney
The check false in ones self is pure loveliness
Your break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness
So when I bust, no one is in touch
Some returning with the mic clutched like such
Fool plan but never execute
He had the heat is hand, but, yo, he didn't shoot
Therefore your mechanism of material better be sickly
Or let your lead stread incredibly quickly
I move bravely, travelling on a horse
On a battle field surrounded by the lost
Of those who plotted with the brains of animals
My high molecular structure be untangible
The name ring the bell, killable two syllable
The Wu is coming thru, the outcome is critical
To be blunt, the beef was cooked up like coke good
The rhyme first came to me in the oak woods
Up to no good, rap icon
Note the industry like the wall street junk bomb
You see the mic shown, I got your height sewn
Direct currents that move thru the mic-phone
Key contributor, well known major factor
Rhyme distributor, the drive of a tractor
Who run ya down if you don't move or wanna linger

Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line
Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes
MC's should expect the worst
But stay alert and shoot first

Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line
Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes
MC's should expect the worst
But stay alert and shoot first

The immortality of my fame is the measure of other's torture,
burnt offer from a flaming author
The falconer who flies enough birds for the chase
Strictly excel in what is excellence with grace
The significance was not the vocal applause of entrance
But the felling that exits, completion of my sentence
With aging experience, my reason ripens
I strike on your vikings, clash like a hyphen
If you enter the house of fortune, I vacate the pleasure
You will leave by sorrow, the flow measures
Everything fails with the unfortunate
Learned that recording it, so my mind brought in it
Track records ranks us with the exceptional
Extreme complex physics, high technical
The truth is usually seen and rarely heard
Was more dangerous than hatred, is the word
You wild cards jack up all trades
Those who parade their positions, show the spade
A large flock of MC's, they figure to be taught
It ain't hard to see why I'm vigorously saught

Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line
Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes
MC's should expect the worst
But stay alert and shoot first

Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line
Can you read me? Extorted your rhymes
MC's should expect the worst
But stay alert and shoot first

Breaker, breaker, one nine
Breaker, breaker, one nine

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Crash Your Crew (feat. RZA, Ol' Dirty Bastard)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

[RZA]
Eh yo...
Turn my shit up son too
Yo

[GZA]
You know exactly what I'm talking about,
Y'know?

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm gonna crash your crew [x8]

[GZA]
Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine
An' rhyme out the mutherfucking mind
Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line
Catch juice from the (land fo[?])
15 twenty inch woofers blow the manhole
Made the street crack, master feedback
(Allah masters the beat back[?])
The crowd look, while the stage shook
Carpenters made errors
Craftsmen had his head severed
Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of snow
Broke this rhymin' video
Verbal assassin, blastin
Exploit your break through explosively
Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously
Game controlled, optimize the input channel
I set it relatively high for those on a panel
CD with the durable, long-life cover
Very similar to no other
I seen a million tryin' to set a flow
Thousands that show
Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow
But one individual thing forgot the (fri show[?])
Now his pursuit is not for digress
A special note, thanks for being flank
While journalist's stay runnin' in front of tanks
Blew out first class, came back close cash
Ruff class, surfaces with no math
Military campaign, while shots cause information of the brain
Beat Crazy Eddie insane
(cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...)
Filled with pain -- niggaz reign

[ODB]
I'm gonna crash your crew [x16]

I'm gonna crash your crew

I'm gonna crash your crew

"You never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me,
bitch I inject you, with the shit that made you say, yo dirt doggchew-chew-chew...."

I'm gonna crash your crew

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Skit #2

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

Today's feature story:
The New York Police Department now has the authority to enforce a shoot to kill policy, that will allow officers to utilize the probable cause statement previously applied to not so random searches. Leaders from the African American and Latino communities are outraged at this new policy, stating that the police department has consistently targetted minorities, using the ambiguous probable cause statement as their rational. Protestors are in the middle of organizing an emergency rally to overturn this decision. Our investigative reporters are on the scene to bring you new developments as they occur...

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Skit #1

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

You no longer have to stand in front of me to feel my presence, to reach out and touch me,
to offer not only words of support but a comforting hand.
Live my experiences from one thousand miles away.
Feel sand pour out of your hands on the beach in Hawai'i from a subway station in New York.
Share my pain, my joy, my triumphs, and failures.
You don't have to be there to be here.
The Seven Senses advanced cellular phone network will connect you in every way: verbally, mentally, spiritually and physically.

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Beneath The Surface (feat. Killah Priest, Res, Santigold)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
Where unskilled skaters couldn't figure-8 twice
At 16, uncut, direct from the cult
Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt
In a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane crash from a bomb blast
Special broadcast, slot time with con cash
It kept the jury quiet and now a riot will form
While satanic man now hang in his dorm
I swing, on you fake radio personalities
Boost ya ratings, but hypes behind casualties
Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play
Instantly slap ya fire like it's palm sunday
I fashion the first tool from the elements
The earth use and built it to a complex
Network of communications, you're up against a hopeless situation
I screen every vehicle, through enemy observation
Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror
Increase the force significantly, change the error
Check my wind pattern, it's headin west
Success is freedom, failure could mean death
Humans sweat, aim shovels, dig up the debris and rubbel
Permanent, damage caused by the double
U, now who, cowardly urge you to merge through
And think the workers'll serve you
Signin marvel, who just dropped the next novel
Worldwide practically marred in marble
His accountless, amount of mc's I saved
And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave

[Chorus: Res sample]
Scratch underneath the surface,
where does your purpose lie?
It seems our world is worthless,
like we're pawns beneath the sky
Face the race by reason
and ashes just the wind
The left is so our we're breathin,
keep ourself from givin in

[Killah Priest]
Love and hatred, home is most sacred
Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with
Guns we played with, niggas I relate with
We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the feds
Sent out secretly to take my head
I lay back and meditate to the words they say
Skip town for a mutten goofy dreads
Had a friend tell my family I was dead
Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the feds are recordin me
Sign all documents usin forgery,
'Cause just a near thought of me
I'm Like solomon, spoke bluntly Told the word I'm black and calmly
Howls from the grave haunt me
The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like gandhi
Been in the presence of mad peasants and old kings
Who sold everything on a quest for god's divine
Slept in caves to get a clear mind
Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise
I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many leopards
Felt the death kiss, of satan's mistress
Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied pagan scriptures
True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and ifflicted
Candles lit, gamble with a bitch
Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft cause hide claws
Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
Have bitter stingers at they tail
Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell
Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world

[Chorus: Res sample]
Scratch underneath the surface,
where does your purpose lie?
It seems our world is worthless,
like we're pawns beneath the sky
Change the race by reason
and ashes just the wind
The left is so our we're breathin,
keep myself from givin in

[Scratch underneath the surface]

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Amplified Sample

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

[Verse:]
The amplified sample, will trample, the leading cancel
That vacate your vessel
Guide this, strenuous as an arm wrestle
Move swift as light, a thousand years in one night
Then flight with insight
Everything I thought of, I saw it happen
Then I rose from the soil to sun blacken
Then came rao czars, left tracks and scarred
A pair of brightness of exploding stars
Gave me goods to taste
No ingredients to traced
And remained stuffed trying to figure the shape of space
No edge or boundary, released 2 rounds or 3
Intimidate my razor scrape, phony clown MC
The physical shatter from the blast
Pierclastic flow sets of a tower of ash
Through ignorance and misplaced trust your world's crushed
Too late to activate hyperspace of thrust
Even wearing camoflauge the analog at war
He seen his high beems
The father came in accompianed by deadly rain and when
Mentally indowed when lighting hit the crowd
The warm side crushed the barrier
The storm side destroyed your area
[Repeat]

The amplified sample, will trample, the leading cancel
That vacate your vessel

The amplified sample, the amplified sample, the amplified sample
Will trample

The amplified sample, will trample, the leading cancel
That vacate your vessel

The amplified, the amplified sample

The amplified sample, the amplified

The amplified sample, will trample, the leading cancel

The amplified

The amplified sample, will trample, the leading cancel

The amplified, the amplified

The amplified sample [fade out]

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Intro (Beneath The Surface)

Album: "Beneath The Surface" (1999)

As untold truths threaten our existence and reality is cloaked with images of corruption,
In the depths of the cavern of the mind comes another jewel
from the man who brought you "Liquid Swords"
The director of "Shadowboxin'", "4th Chamber" and "Cold World"
He now takes you... Beneath The Surface

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - B.I.B.L.E. (Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth) (feat. Killah Priest)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

The Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth [3X]

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Life is a test many quest the universe
And through my research, I felt the joy and the hurt
The first shall be last, and the last shall be first
The basic instructions before leaving Earth

[Verse 1:]
Knowledge this wisdom, this goes back when I was twelve
I loved doing right, but I was trapped in hell
Had mad ideas, sad eyes and tears
Years of fears, but, yo, my foes couldn't bear
I searched for the truth since my youth
And went to church since birth, but it wasn't worth the loot
That I was payin', plus the prayin'
I didn't like staying cuz of busybodies and dizzy hotties
That the preacher had souped up with lies
Had me cooped up lookin' at loot, butt, and thighs
Durin' the service, he swallowed up the poor
And after they heard this, they wallowed on the floor
But I ignored and explored my history that was untold
And watched mysteries unfold
And dropped a jewel like Solomon but never followed men
Cause if you do your brain is more hollow than
Space oblivion, or the abyss
With no trace of trivia, left with the hiss
Does it pay to be deaf, dumb, and blind?
From a slave we was kept from the mind
And from the caves he crept from behind
And what he gave was the sect of the swine
When the Bible, it condemned the pig
I don't mean to pull your hems or flip your wigs
But we used to wear a turban, but now we're in the urban
No more wearing beanies and dress like a genie
No hocus-pocus cause I focus on the facts
And put it on the tracks and brought it through the wax
I speak on Jacob, it might take up some time
And too much knowledge, it might break up the ryhme
I did it anyway just to wake up the mind
Of those who kiss stones or prays on the carpet
Those who sit home or sell books by the market
Need to chill and get their mind revived
For years religion did nothing but divide
The basic instructions before leaving Earth

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I strolled through the books of Job to unfold
And open Bibles instead of hoping on revivals
Calling on His name and screaming hallelujah
When he hardly knew ya—that's how the devil's fooled ya
See, look into my eyes, brethren—that's the lies of a Reverend
Why should you die to go to heaven?
The Earth is already in space, the Bible I embrace
A difficult task I had to take
I studied till my eyes was swollen, and only arose when
I found out that we were the chosen
I deal with the truth, and build with the youth
And teach my son as he kneels on the stoop
Son, life is a pool of sin, corrupted with foolish men
And women with wicked minds who build picket signs
To legalize abortion, the evil eye distortion
I quiz Son with my wisdom
Before I converted, I was perverted, and knowledge was asserted
The study of wisdom, I perferred it
The understanding, it gave me mental freedom
I even learned Caucasians were really the Tribe of Edam
The white image, of Christ is really Cesare Borgia
And, uhh, the second son of Pope Alexander VI of Rome
And once the picture was shown
That's how the devils tricked my dome
I prophesied to save a man, but no one gave a damn
For my nation—the seed of Abraham
Blessed with the tongue of Hebrew
Now we're strung on needles, and some are plungin' evils
So study and be wise in these days of darkness
Peace to my nephew Marcus

The basic instructions before leaving Earth

[Chorus: repeat to fade]

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - I Gotcha Back (feat. RZA)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Chorus: GZA and RZA]
I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
Cause it's the niggaz that front, they be pullin stunts
I gotcha back, but you best to watch your front
Cause it's the niggaz who front (they be pullin stunts)

I was always taught my do's and don'ts
For do's I did, and for don'ts, I said I won't
I'm from Brooklyn, a place where stars are born
Streets are shot up, apartment buildings are torn
And ripped up, stripped up, shacked up and backed up
From fiends, cause the bosses on the scene, they got it cracked up
Kids are slingin in my lobby
Little Steve and Bobby
Gettin paid but it's a life-threatening hobby
Yeah, they still play hide and seek
The fiends seek for the crack, and they hide and let the cops peep
Grown folks say they should be out on their own
Before the gangs come and blow up their mom's home
Because they lifestyle is hectic, so fuckin hectic
Blaow! Blaow! Blaow! Bullets are ejected
My lifestyle was so far from well
Coulda wrote a book with a title "Age 12 and Goin through Hell"
Then I realized the plan
I'm trapped in a deadly video game, with just one man
So I don't only watch my back, I watch my front
Cause it's the niggaz who front, they be pullin stunts
Back on the Ave of Lavonia and Bristol with a pistol
Stickin up Pamela and Crystal
You know your town is dangerous when you see the strangest
Kid come home from doin the bid and nuthin changes
What is the meaning of CRIME (what?)
Is it Criminals Robbin Innocent Motherfuckers Everytime?
Little shorties take walks to the schoolyard
Tryin to solve the puzzles to why is life so hard
Then as soon as they reached the playground, blaow!
Shots ring off and now one of them lay down
It's so hard to escape the gunfire
I wish I could rule it out like an umpire
But it's an everlasting game, and it never cease to exist
Only the players change, so...

[Chorus 3X]

[RZA] - I gotcha back [8X]
I gotcha back so you best to watch your front
Cause it's the niggaz who front, that be pullin stunts
I gotcha back but you best to watch your front
It's the niggaz who front, that be pullin stunts

[Outro: (LP version only)]
(old man)
Your, tech, nique, is, mag-ni-ficent
When cut across the neck
A sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say
I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday
To hear that sound
But to have it happen to my own neck is... ridiculous
[man gasps for air]

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Swordsman

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Chorus:]
When a motherfucker steps out his place
And gets slapped in his motherfuckin face
Just because the motherfucker tried to base
The g.o.d., the g.o.d.

And while I see his whole click passes by
Motherfuckers think they qualify
And for those niggaz want to try
The g.o.d., the g.o.d.

[Verse 1:]
Yo
I'm not caught up in politics
I'm no black activist on a so-called scholar's dick
I come through with the wu and drop math
And versatile freestyles bombs and phonographs
And deliver, all things and other in weight
Searched to death, on how living things relate
Cause at a young age, I was molded in a religion I relied on
And got caught up in superstition
Scared to split pole, duck black cats
Once in a while, threw salt over my back
But with knowledge of self from off the shelf
Made things seemed complicated now small like elves
So turn off the lights light a candle, and have a seance
Pull the lid off the dean martin scandal
Witches warlocks spooks and holy ghosts
Rza lets defraud the host

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
We were on the same ship when the slaves were checked
I had to pull your card you was on the top deck
So I plotted my escape, I saw the thin line between love and hate
And fast from the hog on the plate
I suffered brutal pains, from whips and chains
Punishments that were set to wash the brain
So look listen observe and also respect this jewel
Drawed up, di-tect and reflect this
Light I shine, that cause my power to be find
Through the truth, which manifest through eternal minds
Purified gases and masses the same elements
That helped spark civilization classes
I see brothers quote math plus degrees
Look at professor ass niggaz can't feed they own seeds

[Chorus 2x]

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Investigative Reports (feat. U-God, Raekwon, Ghostface Killah)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Intro/Outro: U-God]
(here we go, come on)
(a, a battle was fought, in brooklyn...)
(hessian soldiers killed 3,000 men; much of the fighting
Took place in what is now prospect park in greenwood cemetary,
As well as the park slope and gowanas neighborhoods.)
(this was the first battle, of america.)

Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers, twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low blowers
Illegal... cocaine growers
Starvation, profanity
Anxiety, brothers tryin me
Gun slingers, dead ringers

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Yo, my slang's out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinkin, plus I'm analyzing young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo, we could go run up on kids for leathers
What drug? faculties bubble keys for g's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks guayanese
Word up, hold your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil want that
Let's get my niggaz locked all out
Change for better, that be my only vendetta
In life, feed your seed right, it's breathin indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya then move, black
Paradise trife, plush with much ice
Gettin nice, layin back, sleep all my life
Word up!

[Chorus: U-God]
(the battle of brooklyn depicted was the bloodiest
Clash of the american revolution. soldiers killed
3,000 men, much of the fighting took place in what is now...)

Crack patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers building
Save yo' children, investigative reports!

[Verse 2: GZA]
Callin all cars, callin all cars! ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leavin mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot
Victims took off like astronauts
Get with this, even your best can't
Come on down, you're the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your chemical bank-ins
Caught him at the red light - on putnam avenue and franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your average jfk sniper
He just came home to spark it
Rolling like kaufman, and lay that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save the planes for the five-oh
Then praise the God - chk-a-chk pow!
They be lick shots and premeditate to grab...
...and then they jet back to the lab
And then remain in shaolin
An endangered island
Shorties lose blood by the gallon

[Chorus]

(have integrate a number of corrupt cops, judges...
...into high-level positions, to insure the continued
Success of the drug smuggling and money laundering operations)

[Verse 3: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like muslims, standing on the block, rocking a khufi
The hundred-dollar kick rockin kid's back for more
Startin gold wars, with black reeboks and velours
Jungle royal life, livin villain
Packed with visions, copywritten
Throwin bread to pigeons, christ has risen, king elegant
Slang-master jackets, expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old times was time that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue guess jeans, pull strings off of callin springs
I'm locked in the thing, rocky ring labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggaz down in memphis
Back in now-y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is like tarzan, swingin from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows with big barrels
Of moet-ahs, the bald headers, milk and amarett-ahs
Who fear none, question all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns, while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep your eye on the sparrow!

[Intro/Outro]
(have integrated a number of corrupt cops, judges and lawyers
Into high-level positions -- to insure the continued success
Of the drug smuggling and money laundering opertaions.)

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Hell's Wind Staff / Killah Hills 10304 (feat. RZA, Masta Killa, Dreddy Kruger)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Killah Hills intro features RZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, and "Grey Ghost"]

(...the skill of Shaolin)
[RZA:] Yes the good life, you know [clinks glass]
[GZA:] What the fuck is that, hell's angels?
[Ol Dirty singing in the background]
(Ahh Mr. Bobby Steels, Tony Starks on line one for Mr. Bobby Steels)
[RZA:] Steels over here, Steels over here
Peace, Starks what's going on baby?
Yeah everything is lovely over here.
[GZA:] No shoes and no shirt on, sure the hills is where it's at?
[RZA:] Yeah the, the Maximillion is sure here
I'm over here with Noodles and I got Lucky Hands with me
[GZA:] You got soul, R&B, classics? All that shit right?
[RZA:] Yeah... Grey Ghost right in front of me right now
Grey Ghost standing right here.
Yeah he has a briefcase; ohh, OK, OK I got you.
Aight thanks. [phone clicks]
[GGh:] Bobby Steels.
[GZA:] Huh?
[RZA:] Mr. Grey Ghost, good to see you good to see you good to see you.
[GGh:] A pleasure.
[RZA:] So is everything OK, is everything working as we planned?
[GGh:] Everything is working out, very nicely.
Do you have the cash, twenty-thousand dollars?
[GZA:] Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
[RZA:] Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
[GZA:] Get the fuck outta here with that hell's angels bullshit!
[RZA:] We got the cash we know Cash Rules Everything Around this motherfucker
Umm, let me ask you...
[GZA:] The fuck outta here!
[GGh:] Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon?
[GZA:] fucking hell's bastards.
[RZA:] Let me ask you a question Mr. Grey Ghost --
Do you know a a Don Rodriguez?
[GGh:] I know no such person.
[RZA:] Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez?
[GGh:] I don't know who you're talking about.
[RZA:] I think you do know him cause your fuckin friend Don
is down at one-twenty precinct right now singing his fuckin ass like a fucking bird.
[GZA:] Life of a drug dealer
[RZA:] The fuckin guys is coming
[GGh:] Do you believe him?

Killah Hills 10304

Restaurants on a stake-out, so order the food to take out
Chaos, outside a spark's steakhouse
Maintain the power, I feel the deal's gone sour
Nigga miss da Wedding, late a fucking half hour
And his man who bought land from Tony Starks
While he was contracting bricklaying jobs in city parks
he's a loan shark, interest rates a grand to a finger
In the garment district, got it sewn like Singer
Cause all that talk blasphemy this kid after me
for the heist, in a Burlington Coat Factory
Fuck it, he turned snake so my nigga Cash stole his copilot
who used to drive like sacks of blow on this remote
area, we label Dead Man's Island
Two hundred miles South from Thailand
Right off the docks, I got the luxurious custom made yachts
Burial plots, for my niggaz hit with fatal shots
There's no need for us to spray up the scene
I use less men, more powerful shit for my team
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighbourhood news-stand
A wild Middle Eastern, bomb specialist
Initiated, at eleven to be a terrorist
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains
Like this ex-worker, tried to smuggle a half a key
in his left leg, even underwent surgery
They say his pirate limp gave him away
As the feds rushed him, coming through U.S. Customs
Now look whose on the witness stand singing, a well known soprano
A smash hit from Sammy Gravano
here's the plan minimum for the hit, two hundred grand
Half time at the game blasting niggaz out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they wives taking baths
Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe
Take it or commit suicide
First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold in Syria
I want they small intestines ripped from the interior
I got a price for those jewels, ship em freight cargo
Don't forget to launder the cream through Wells Fargo
Reconstruct those processing plants for the call of Costa Rica
Four hundred barrels of ether, two hundred pounds of reefer
and fifty immigrants with fake Visas

Life of a drug dealer
Killah hills, 10304
The saga continues

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Shadowboxin' (feat. Method Man)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Intro: Method Man/Johnny Blaze]
(special technique) Fuck that
(special technique of shadowboxing) God damn
(The GZA, god damn!)
(The GZA, god damn!) Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop!
(Method, god damn!) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on)
(Uh, yeah, ahh, uh) Johnny Blaze
I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop
(Johnny Blaze) Maximilli-on
Maximilli-on

[Verse 1: Method Man/Johnny Blaze]
I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missile heat seeking Johnny Blazing,
nightmares like Wes Craven niggaz gunning,
my third eye seen it coming Before it happen
You know about them fucking Staten Kids they smashing
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blasting, hmmm
Is you busting steel or is you flashing? Hmmm
Talking out your assHOLE
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe I keeps it moving,
know just what the fuck I'm doing - rap insomniac,
fiend to catch a nigga snoozing, slip the cardiac
Arrest me, exorcist Hip Hop posses me
Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass
alley cat top pedigree, the head toucher,
industry party bum rusher
You don't like a dick up in ya, fuck ya

(allow me to demonstrate) That's right, you corny-ass
(the skill of Shaolin) rap motherfuckers
(The special technique) Better go back and check
(of shadowboxing) your fucking stacks
(Shadowboxing) Cause your naps ain't nappy enough
And your reefs ain't rugged enough
Bitch

[Verse 2: The Genius/Maximillion]
I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfucking backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled out, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, trying to orbit this corporate
Industry, but what them niggaz can't see
Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynching and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions
Cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session

[Verse 3: Method Man/Johnny Blaze]
When my mind start to clicking, and the strategy
Is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don't give a cotten-picking FUCK
About a brother trying to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy acting like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa Bee, that be holding down his honeycomb, lounging son
Wu brother number one, 'Protect Ya Neck'
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spitting words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nutsac, and spitting lung-ghies
At a wack nigga that, don't understand the fact
When it come to RZA tracks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, Killa Hill projects
How to be exact, break it down
All and Together Now
Things are getting good looking better now

(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)
(Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing)
(Shadowboxing)

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - 4th Chamber (feat. Ghostface Killah, Killah Priest, RZA)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Intro: LP version only, taken from the movie "Shogun Assassin" (1980)]
Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose
[baby gurgling]
So... come boy, choose life or death

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
The only man a hoe wait for
is the sky-blue Bally kid, in '83, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with raccoons
Corner sitting wine niggaz sipping Apple Boone this ain't no white cartoon
'Cause I be ducking crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas, rat to Romans while Jesus slept?
Stand up, you're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sipping rum, out of Stanley Cups, inflammable
Noriega, aiming knives which stay windy in Chicago
spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colours, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine the Great, Henry the Eighth
Built with Genghis Khan, the wreck suede Wally Don

[Verse 2: Killah Priest]
I judge wisely, as if nothing ever surprise me
Lounging, between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is like building stones in Greece
my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
My eye's the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave them split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

[Verse 3: RZA]
Aiyyo, camouflage chameleon, ninjas scaling your building
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent, from the President to raid your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents
on how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
dominant Islamic, Asiatic black Hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boiling lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads getting slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and minerals
Use the sky for a blanket, stuffing clouds inside my pillow
Rolling with the lambs
Twelve tribes a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

[Verse 4: GZA]
The banks of G, all cream downs a bet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit cream
I learned much from such with cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like ham
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
that made me truncate the length one-tenth
With his thump, tweaters hits like air pumps
RZA shaved the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred trying to figure who invented
this unprecedented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
'Cause I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Labels (feat. RZA, Masta Killa)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Intro: RZA]
Lot of people, you know what I'm sayin, they be gettin misinformed
Thinkin everything is everything, that you could just get yourself
A little deal, whatever, youknowhati'msayin you gonna get on you
Gonna get rich. and all these labels be trying to lure us in like
Spiders, into the web, knowhati'msaying. so sometimes people gotta
Come out and speak up, and let people understand, that you know you
Gotta read the label you gotta read the label if you don't read the
Label you might get poisoned...

[Genius:]
Tommy ain't my motherfuckin' boy
When he fake moves on a nigga you employ
Well I'll emirge off ya set, now ya know God damn
I show livin large niggaz how to flip a def jam
And ruff up the motherfuckin' house
Cause I smother you cold chillin' mother fuckers are still warner brothers
I'm ruthless my clan don't have to act wild
That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag/profile
This soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't from a tuff city
Niggas be game, thinking that they lyrical surgeons
They know their mics are formed at virgin
And if you ain't boned a mic you couldn't hurt a bee
That's like going to venus driving a mercury
The capitol of this rugged slang, is wu-tang
Witty unpredictable talent and natural game
I death row an mc with mic cables
The epic is at a rush associated labels
From eastwest to atco, I bring it to a next plateau
But I keep it phat though
Yo, I'm hittin' batters up with the wild pitch style
I even show an uptown/mca style
Who thought he saw me on 4th & broadway
But I was out on the island, bombing mc's all day
My priority is that I'm first priority
I bone the secret out a bitch in a sorority
So look out for a&m, the abbot and the master
Breakin' down your pendulum
As I fiend mc's out with a blow that'll numb the
A-ppendix, I'm holdin more more weight than columbia
Index interscope, we rca. clan
That's comin' with a plan to free a
Slave of a mental death mc don't panic
Throw that a&r nigga off the boat in the atlantic
Now who's the bad boy character, not from arista
But firin' weapons released on geffen
So duck as I struck with the soul of motown
While central broadcasting systems are slowed down
You're dirty, like that bastard
It's gettin drastic

Read the label and say it loud
Another wu banger
Thirty-six chambers, to your area
Yeah, the rza, phat tracks on a disc
Rza razor rza razor sharp
Another wu-tang production kid, comin at ya

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Cold World (feat. Life, Inspectah Deck)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Intro: (first three lines LP only)]
I had a bad dream
Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams
What a time you chose to be born in...

[Life]
Babies crying brothers dying and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
in this cold, cold world...

[GZA]
It was the night before New Year's, and all through the fucking projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec
Outside as I'm stuck, by enemies who put fear
and blasted on the spot before the pigs were there
You know hoods robbers snipers new in sight, fuck blue and white
They escape before them flash the fucking lights
Gunshots, shatter first floor window panes
Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game
Whether broke callisthenic, any style you set it
Beat niggaz toothless, physically cut up like gooses
But with iron on the sides thugs took no excuses
Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless
Links was snatched off necks, scars on throats
Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats
Against those who felt the cold from the steel made em fold
and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Destruction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hanging from his Farmer's
And it's bugged how some niggaz catch slugs
and pockets dug from everything except check stubs
and it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville
Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where Feds look
For fugitives to shoot cops, niggaz laying on roof tops
for his cream he stashed in a shoebox
But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers
you don't suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars
And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets
those who try to flee they hit the vertebrae, increase the murder rate
Similar to hit men who pull out Tecs and then
drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican
Rapid, like recipients cashing cheques again
Back to the motherfuckign spot on Lexington

[Chorus: Life]
Babies crying brothers dying and brothers getting knocked
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
in this cold, cold world...

We be running from the cops, busting off shots
Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down
in this cold, cold world...

[Inspectah Deck]
Yo - no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs
and seize packages and pocket the currency
Clicks control strips full clips are sprayed
Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay
Madness strikes at twelve o'clock midnight
The stick up kids on the ground broke the staircase light
And I stays harassed, scrambling for petty cash
Jakes on my ass young bucks is learning fast
357's and 44's
Bought inside corner stores, provide fire sparks to wars
Hospital floors surrounded by the law
Homicide questioning while the Jakes guard the door
My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team
Cause niggaz main concern is cream
Some niggaz in the jet black Gallant
Shot up the Chinese restaurant, for this kid named Lamont
I thought he was dead but instead he missed a kid
and hit a twelve year old girl in the head and then fled
Tactical narcotic, task force, back off fast
Cause the crime boss is passing off cash
Extortions, for portions of streets, causes beef
Having followers of Indians trying to play Chief
You witness the saga, casualties and drama
Life is a script, I'm not an actor but the author
of a modern day opera, where the main character
is presidential paper, the dominant factor

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Gold (feat. Method Man)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Intro: Method Man]
Aiyyo shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smellin y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught playin
Over here, I'm returnin em that's my word that they be blasted
Anything from two-twenty to one-forty, that's mine
Y'all need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real

[Chorus: Genius]
Yo, the fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

[Verse 1: Genius]
I'm deep down in the back streets - in the heart of medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the crashin of dow jones stock
I had to connect to cross seals, to catch more mil's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park, settin up a deal over blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to john doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamp
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like brandon lee
Blown out the frame, like pan am flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn, the
Kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block, and played look-out
For playing predator with a glock, he should have took out

[Chorus:]
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you.. yo

Fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

[Verse 2: Genius]
It's mandatory that
I supply all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes, and spread em out like crops on a farm
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates and other niggaz
Plant bombs til the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through all they knew, he's gun sick
His glock clicks, like high-heeled shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import, catchin ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad rooms
She died, and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime and drug wars

[Chorus:]
Fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you

The peers that come is tight enough
There is no niggaz that's fuckin up
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold, to you

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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GZA - Living In The World Today (feat. RZA, Method Man)

Album: "Liquid Swords" (1995)

[Intro: RZA]
Yo (yeah) check it out son, check it out son
Yo, (wu, can I get a soo) live in the place to be
You got the capital g
G to the a-m-c
Givin a mad shout out to the ranch crew from the old school
And we gonna take y'all back, knowhati'msayin?
Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son
(yo check it)

[Chorus: The Genius]
Well if you livin in the world today
You be hearin the slang that the wu-tang say
Niggaz that front we don't handle em
So we blast em, alright, well ok

Well if you like the way it sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
(meth) punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it

[Verse 1: The Genius]
My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
Was too heavy for the chevy's is chased out the station
Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it
Gassed up, fuckin with some regular unleaded shit
Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
Bind-in, x marks the spot on the scope
Heavily armed military is necessary, it's a gamble
Mc's bet they best at every
Powerful parable ditties might harm
If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the duel of the iron mic
Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive
Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being star spangled
Now who could ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin style is mad murderous

[Chorus: (in reverse verse)]

[Interlude: Method Man, Genius]
Well what you know about mcin?
Yo, I know a lot
Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga?
Huh, I'd rather not
I'm talkin bout stacks cousin
Nigga that's what I got
Cash rules the world
Well cash rules the spot

[Verse 2: The Genius]
My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed
Of niggaz who think it ain't like that
Mc's are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
Them God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck
Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
Now bees are stingin, yo that niggaz em-singin
I'm just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack like the japs on pearl harbor
Mc's be out like bank robbers
Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
Dj the getaway driver
Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
For fat tapes and then played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
And from that point, the God made a statement
Draftin tracements, replacements in basements
Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box
And microscopic optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, that's unstoppable
Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops
Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only increase if everything is peace
Father u c king the police

[Chorus]

Gary Grice (born August 22, 1966), better known by his stage names Gza (stylized GZA) and The Genius, is an American hip hop artist and founding member of the hip hop group the Wu-Tang Clan. Within the clan, he is known as the "spiritual head," being both the oldest and the first within the group to receive a record deal.
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