Альбом GZA/Genius

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[GZA]
The echo chamber enhance the flow wit the block party
Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi
This B.A.C. is 2.3
Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free
So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well
Kick something live stop chirping like Nextel
I'm All In Together, a swordsman forever
I paint the town red, with many heads are severed
R-A-W, I still bring trouble to
Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you
Dart heat your breastplate, meet ya death date
Rook down a E4, look, it's checkmate
No other way to describe a catastrophe
The plan was drawing blood and displayed it graphically
Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter
Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top
It's getting 'hot in here' like the single that Nelly dropped
So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft
A little rock'll turn 'em into Ivan Koloff
Why do the Gods make MC's study from
Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become
Under the study with the sword above the head
So he would keep in mind under the open pledge

[Masta Killa]
Fierce glisten, something so sharp
Piercing, swords cling, the vigilante intimate
Close combat, this is MC'ing at it's best
But there is no contest, sent I'm this
Speaking of a test, this and try to question this
He so different with the swiftness, godfather civilization
Shell casing, universal nation
Could he be the one predicted, presidential sent in
Old school soul to war us, be the growlest
Asiatic artic flow is so frigid

[RZA]
Is it, the Zig Zag, I'mma pay you a visit
Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard
World, I'm not the same
I go somewhere, don't remember how I came
Is it the weed, the hash or the 'caine?
Or the Digi being stained on my brain
Appear from a cloud of smoke, the voter's on choke
If surrounded, seven men drop from one scope
Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff
To defeat me, ten beno's wouldn't be enough
I sleep in the lion's den, without the steel iron
Ascended like Wu, so coming down from Mt. Zion
Superlogical this, superlogical that
Digital, take it back with superlogical rap
Have a shootout, at midnight, the sequel's quicker
Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker
You distressed like the damsal, lost like little rascal
A flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle
Me, I be a Killa Bee, keeping exilery
Ol' play the desert e, shoot ten millime'
Master the millipede, you try to end the sea
Your body being found in the neighbor yard artillery
A black blind governor, a rich white mayor
Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer
Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated
Your decapitated head is being took and operated
Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof
Benz, and all my men's are tattle proof
My mic is a dyke, my life is a light
A Day to God is a Thousand Years, how long is a night?
You get trapped in my shadow of dark, ark, who goes there?
Power-U smells like carp, don't put your nose there
Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleeding
And it's been two weeks since they had their last feeding
Ain't nothing but bones, we plotted the sand
And spread it out, over 20 acres of land
Some call me Steels, cuz it's hard to bend me
C-Cypher Pigs, can't apprehend me
In a no smoking zone, I smoke bones of hash
Niggas see me, then I disappear in the flash
Next time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet
Moving with a click that stick like dry porrage
Someone's been sitting in my chair, who goes there?
To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here
Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice
Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic

[GZA]
All I need is a beat, with a continuous loop
And a live vibe, that'll hypnotize like the flute
Along with something that's rugged by nature like the forest
Composed like the symphony without a chorus
A place with the path and trail that you follow
With the wood, where you drive your nails, but too hollow
Far from reality, with a slim chance of getting back
Even if you narrowly escape the hidden traps
Nothing but the driven raps written in my notebook
Inspired by the cap and the gown, that's on the coat hook
Prepare for the chemical rush, something new to cause
Your heart to bass, but it's tangable to touch
Associate with those who are consumed with beats
Produce fire, until they melt the room with heat
You know my ink lay all over the sheets, let us gather around
And form words, everytime they meet

[Chorus: GZA]
Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality
Father, then after that, there's the G-O-D
He or Her, I Islam, then Justice
King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist
Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power's the Queen
Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same
Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y
Zig Zag Zig, and now we're back home

[GZA]
I brought butter for the popcorn, dip for the chips
And ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip
Corrections for mishaps, errors, or mistakes
Fly raps for beats, and pop and lock for breaks
A legend in my own lifetime, from one rhyme
That was specially designed, from the hook to bottom line
Shine's like a precious jewel, cut up in the workshop
With specialized handcrafted tools
Couldn't buy this hardware, so don't swipe your card there
Better yet, fold your hand, cuz you holding the wrong pair
One hit wonders, get a little shine like flashlights
But when I drop the bomb and explode like gas pipes
A livewire, known as the dragon that spit fire
Verbal action, hot as the grease from deep fryers
Delivered in the perfect pitch, because hip hop
Is all in my genes/jeans, the pattern is seen in every stitch

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[GZA]
I'm in the schoolyard rhyming with my brother Jamel and Ra' Allah
Vibe and took the beat, and imagining how far
The sound travel at the turn of the volume
It could shake the gravel, before we heard the loud boom
It vibrated through the parking lot
Shattered a few windshields, set off a sparking shot
The local UPS cat, but we didn't stress that
He had a slow leak, front tire almost flat
I got a cousin think he slicker than the oil in the chain
But I live in an arcade, surrounded by game
He used to pass me bucks, trying gas me up
He was a fast talker, and he kept a flashy cut
From a spot that was on Malcolm X Boulevard
Where this magician, wishing I would pull a card
An optical illusion, and whose hands were quick
But wasn't fast enough not to reveal his trick

[Chorus 2X: GZA]
Who be the first to set it off and just begun
Turn up the heat until the track is done
And we roll together as one
Yes, I call my brother son, cuz he shine like one

[GZA] (Justice Kareem)
Mass hysteria inside the cafeteria
(Not a food fight, but the news might) beat your area
Whether by word of mouth, or if you read about it
(Extra extra, they firmally shouted)
(The drummer played the beat on) the table
His boy kicked a verse, like he was the first (and I wasn't able)
More prepared to let off anything substantial
(If I had no rhymes and my planes was cancelled)
Picture that, before you give your bag and expose it
(Couldn't develop the color, wonder why he chosed it)
(See less than the worst competition, to the point)
I only use one ear to listen
Was it something I'm missing (the food is getting cold)
The corners about to flake (as soon as I flip the bowl)
(See the rhyme ain't worth the less tooken)
Wasted time of mine (plus the temp cooked it)

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[Intro: GZA]

I've seen a kid one night at this spot
He had a Wu-Tang logo on his face
I mean, just a tattoo this big, and a whole bunch of other shit carved on it
You don't see that that often
I mean, I never seen a G-Unit logo on someone's face or arm
You know, not saying that there isn't
But, umm, I would say it's sort of like a cult following
You know, but we're just regular people
I mean, I look at myself as a regular person

[GZA]

You ever seen someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton
And smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm batting
Got a few hooks with no jabs
Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads
I get it, you got rich robbing those in the industry
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy
Never try to play the hottest one out ya camp
You might step off and take half the juice on ya amp
Enough to make ya Vogue on that cover of GQ
Only missing the sheer blouse, homey, you see-through
Stop sipping on that Formula 50
They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy
Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it
Especially these over-rated raps, that be fetches
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle
Woodwork strips being chipped by sharp chizzles
One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit
No matter what, you still 'window shop' for lyrics
If you was a 'pimp', put tricks on the stroll
And if those were 'soldiers', give 'em bigger guns to hold
Who shot ya? You don't have enough on your roster
You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster
That 'yayo' you slinging, bleeds of water
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they don't snort it
I spray the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get
Your best ghost writers, get 'em all to testify
Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets
Five hundred Killa Beez, buzzing and really on it
Whipped with "Cuban Linx", and cut with "Liquid Swords"
Choked by "Ironman" til we crush your vocal chords
You ain't nothing but a big in the blanket
Hog head, the deadlist food at the banquet
All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon
Only means, get rid of the wack shit you holding
Sweet tooth dudes stay out the 'candy shop'
You ain't got to handcuff 'em to see the panties drop
A few cats is looking for a rat with cheese
Got something to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease
Get your ankles broke, while doing your two-step
Leave a thank you note, for the crutches the Rule left
ProActive rap, you know they put drug in the cream
You hallucinate, you see Kanye in your dream
And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the Bandit
With the brush stroke off the canvas
I walk on your gators and lizards, raise the lynx
That was killed for your minks, you be rocking them blizzards
Wanna be cop, til you walk the D-Block
And get a transfer, I spread your wings like peacocks
I was an M.C., when you was in Nutville
On a world tour, you was getting your Dutch filled
Ten years and seeing, but I flow like I'm twenty-one
Straight from Medina, but the mass of many suns
With supernova, give off gamma ray bursts
And I'll finish this, only cuz I let off first, what's up?

[Chorus: True Master]
What goes around, comes around
In his own iniquity he dies, through Columbian ties
Faded back to the essence, still forced to learn a lesson
All debts must be settled, no question

[GZA]
The echo from machine gun rounds simmers
A fallen soldier, his gun hangs on his shoulders, lights get dimmer
Key swinging back and forth on the ignition
The stench is only part of the horrible condition
As he waits for the smoke to clear, all he heard was the blast
From the bomb, that kept ringing in his ear
Along with gun barring troops, fatigues and wearing boots
From far away, whether night or day, you hear 'em shoot
It's a very unforgiven and hostile environment
Where military hardware is the only requirement
A world where the deceased is just a thing of the past
And each and every advance is more costly than the last
A President's madness, responsible for losses
Political forces, land litter with corpses
Like the youth in the street, who gamble and gets scarred
Even the troops in the field, bet it all on one card
Some question they reason for being here
Face an incredible odd and a recession that's so severe
Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss
And the atmosphere, even breathing air can cost
A place where the majority is going for self
With the agenda not far beyond, personal wealth
It's like, either you eat, or you die from hunger
Starving to death, until the coroner calls your number
With no bread to bite or break from off the table
The caskets had exceeded the number of cradles
When it's dark, danger falls across the plateau
Unmasking your deceit, in the streets then sat low
These stomping grounds are known to bring misfortune
Fueled by his obsessions, he murder for portions
And died from of a misreable death, his final undoing
His biggest downfall was from the people he left

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[GZA]
There was a clubhouse, only kept special guests in
Place much darker than the room I rest in
Creepy spot where the dust covers the floor
And some fishing rods is hanging on the door
Painting on the wall of stick figures
That's rumored to walk out the frame and get bigger
Where the imagination runs wild, like who's crepping
Neighbors are acres away and probably sleeping
Wind dusting blowing makes the sounds of ghost
Thieves in the room makes you feel really close
Remind me of this late night thriller
I watched the other night, they never caught the killer
Bats thats flying in every direction
Got to stay low and roll with the protection
Visitors that often stay for the summer
They heart beat, like the roll of a drummer

[Chorus 2X: Justice Kareem]
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, I got those chills
I can feel the presence all around me
The scene isn't funny, it's all too real

[GZA]
The room was full, the sky was black, the bathroom
Hear a crack, wolves roam in packs
In the dining room, the chair rock back and forth
Pull the table cloth to the sun, where it fell off
Cups and glass plates hit the floor and shattered
Three Blind Mice heard the noise and scattered
Front door was open, welcome mat was soaking
The blood of Christ, plus all four locks were broken
In the backyard, two dogs would growl
And barking, the eyes and they teeth was sparkling
I started to sweat, they started to get closer
Then I saw a face on a wanted poster
And outlaw who stay with an empty hoster
Used to shoot mugs of beer off the coaster
Make a room to turn the light switch on
Chump up, my jacket was torn
Pages from the photo album, make a return
Wax drip from the candle as it slowly burn
Then the lights had started blinking, as if the power was gone
The room become foggy, as if the shower was on
Words was written in the steam on the mirror
In bold print, couldn't have been any clearer
Teeth that was giving out sounds without a picture
And a voice kept saying "I'mma getcha"

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[RZA]
I got scientist killas that'll jam your cell phone
Send a text message, kill you off with a ringtone
High pitched noise, on your brain, it's heavy
Autopsy report, that he jumped off a train
It started when the dearly departed, tried to escape max'
Then cut into the general's income like state tax
One call, to seal the deal with feel
Doctor on the payroll, cost a quarter mill

[GZA]
The mailman's late with the check
I'm in the flood with a bunch of bills that's about up to my neck
Plus my rent's not paid and the light's about to go off
Car got stolen by a thief who likes to show off
I can't even get a job, giving out flyers
I'm a handyman with a pair of broke pliers
The fridge is theirs, Mother Hubbard's cupboard
I'm so down and out, I can only go upward

[RZA]
I form rhymes in alphabet soups
From the rhythm of the spoon, I transform the loop
From the steam of the bowl, I'm making special effects
Add a dash of spice, only God can detect
Had a word, to make a bear return to his cub
A word that make a girl come home from the club
A word that make a heven return back to God
And the word that help Dorothy get home from Oz
Thirty frames per second, these films we be perfecting
Scenes of light put through all projection
Electricity, perfectivity
Audio and visually, physically and mentally

[GZA]
I got a smile that'll make the mirror crack
And I seem to stay under clouds that's pitch black
So when it rains, it pours, and when it pours, I'm soaked
I contracted lung cancer from third hand smoke
And uh, I'm like the frog that's dying to be a prince
The boy who cried wolf and no one was convinced
The man who hit lotto and lost his ticket
In a rainstorm, and struck by lightning trying to get it

[Chorus: Irfane Khan-Acito]
And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie
I don't like to film, I don't like to film
And sometimes I feel like my life's a movie
I don't like to film, I don't like to film
Play it all back, play it all back

[GZA]
Lights, camera, action, let the tape roll
Some scripts get ripped, canned or even sold
Directors vision, producers decision
And raised the budget, because the chase had collisions
Stunt double risks his life just for the thrill
DP checks the gate before the scene gets sealed
Gaffer slapped with a slate for being late
Craft service got nervous and dropped a hundred plates
Leading actor banging an extra in the trailer
Screaming, hitting high notes like Mahalia
Box office hit and a Blockbuster smash
Two hundred mil' budget and still recouped the cash

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