[Intro: GZA] Hawthrone Suites, the nigga got two G4s Hooked up in a mothafucking mic, in a poppa stoppa The Red Sox just won the mothafucking play offs tonight They just fucked up the Yankees, and I'm in Boston I'm in Boston ya'll
[Big Shug] Money maker, leg breaker, Jake shaker Dime on your arm, boy, I'll take her I'm that next level cat, hit like shovels, black Spit precisely, my rhymes are never wack Track is underground, you scared of that Thought it was pop, now you want your money back Pop pop, lick a boom shot for Bomshot Claps in the dark be the sounds of glocks Hit hard, who's hard? Big Shug the name Veteran in the mix, I still play the game DJs caught up in the fronting gang Will soon be slain, as I name no names Fuck the ice, fuck the chains I promise you niggas that shit's gon change Shit's gon change, shit's gon change, fo real
[Chorus: GZA] Yes yes ya'll, to the beat cha'll Party having people guarenteed to be like having a ball Hahahahaha, hahahahaha
[Bomshot] Yeah, yo, when you see Bomshot, you better stop and yield Cuz I can make you disappear like David Copperfield You getting blasted, fuck a motherfucking casket Feed your body to my body, dip your bones in hydrochloric acid Watch out, I'mma fuckin murder ya style Have your family like, we ain't heard from him in a while If you ain't already died, then soon you will And I'ma come and do drugs at your funeral I know I don't act right, but who else you know, man? Could make a crack pipe out of a mothafucking Coke can Simple bastards will never see Heaven's gates Rip your flesh off, use it as a mask like Leatherface We blast grenades, hoodied up like it's a masquerade Pass the blade, this be your last charade Your ass'll fade, this be your last of days I'll laugh and say 'I'm glad that motherfucker passed away'
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[GZA] What I'm about to flow on is so dope The average hip-hop fan couldn't cope Or explain my style, it's hard to define So they vein'll scratch and thinkin on to the rhyme Better lay down on the straight narrow path Beats just flowing off a modern phonograph Bass loud, high hash, crystal clear Never let a weak MC interfere I bring about some technical difficulties So I got to prepare to unrope these Rhyme that just broke loose from the brain Searching for dope beats on the same plain For you to write new rhymes, it is a must But I calm off with rhymes old as dust Even as a spec of dust, I existed You got that? Fuck it, you missed it