[Intro: RZA] See, sometimes You gotta flash em back See niggas don't know where this shit started Y'all know where it came from I'm saying we gonna take y'all back to the source Do the knowledge... yo!
[Hook: RZA, GZA] When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before he rocked it on Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut...
[Verse 1: GZA] Fake niggas get flipped In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend But it was your op the shop stolen art Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt That's minimum, and feminine like sandals My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble Energy is felt once the cards are dealt With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon I represent from midnight to high noon I don't waste ink, nigga I think I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted Turn that shit up, my clan in the front want it
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[Verse 2: GZA] I'm on a mission that niggas say is impossible But when I swing my swords they all choppable I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper Child educator, plus head amputator Cause niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers Don't even stop in my station and attack While your plan failed, get the rail like Amtrak What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four Round the clock, that state pen time check it With the pens I be sticking but you can't stick to crime Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells Now come aboard, it's Medina bound Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin