[Vinnie Paz] This is raw, all across the board, Liquid Sword Chamber If it's coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger Heavy metal rap, with a 44 banger We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya I pay homage to the best of 'em, like Christopher Wallace And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from coppers I'm with the Allah Justice, and we roll gritty Pits of hell, Illadelph to New York City I brought a four with me, we can capture the ring And now we more merciless than the Statue of Ming And y'all are more purposeless than a pacifist king You gon' die, like a brawl with a gat in the Bing It's a passionate thing, the way we make classics Genuine brilliance or innate maddness yeah, we all spin on the same axis and this chrome thing here leave your frame backless the police always trying to aim flame at us so I don't mind when a pig brain splatters I don't mind that we all gonna die soon I return to the silence of God's tomb
yeah
CHORUS (x2) There's no escaping once my blade start scraping my sword indeed make more niggaz bleed Wanabe of the mc's is shaken So swift naked eye couldn't record the speed
{"I don't believe what I'm seeing, i don't believe it "} {"Ladies and gentlemen, at this time we have to gonna please rise (you'll never quit No one will ever get it, there's no thing quit ..."}
[Gza/Genius of Wu-Tang] Imagine a rhyme in it's prime from off the baseline skyscraper vertical, support the hang time evidence that was left at the scene of the crime trace back to a few from outta group of nine who perform well regardless to the price of the tickets off or on stage, whatever, still kick it with the footwork of Freddy Adu, its all new, now the rap commissioners they wanna clone my shoe but the road's narrow, and its difficult to climb with the heat, the wind and falling rocks combined its hard to stay in line, the course is an obstacle within each chamber the force is unstoppable lyrical swordsman blade sharp, I'll cut out your heart mc's want no part of any type of conflict because when i respond quick, it gets thick the problem goes beyond sick
CHORUS (x2)
{" ... Wearin' red trunks with silver trim, fightin' outta Philadelphia, Pennsylvania ..."}
This is how we do it
{" ... His game is tight, and there's nothing to do ..."}
Pazmanian Devil, Frank Sinatra, Jedi Mind, Wu-Tang
{"... I ain't shaking but I gotta have skill spin ..."}
What's the deal, baby? GZA/Genius,
{"... got the chance in life to redeem myself ..."}
Stoupe on the track, yeah My man Soop on the boards Those who dare oppose us shall stand knee deep in the blood of their children Is that he who follows the pleasure of Allah Like him who has made himself deserving the displeasure from Allah And his abode and hell, and it is an evil destination...