作曲 : Austin, Cross, Grice Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my *****? Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know Shouts out to my ***** Wreckonize, all my MIA [GZA:] Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast Ahead of time, competition not even half close Let's say, by no means, an equal value Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you To strike first, so precautions must be taken And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste And every line or word, is badly placed Even dealing with the narrow window of time My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston [Ras Kass:] Our goal is to learn y'all ******, about this new world order But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughter He the auditor, ain't let the NARC's see this barker Stick to *****es walls like I'm Peter Parker The Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker Five ****** licked, on the Internet jacked her Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura Homies is gat packers, rat packer Fly *****, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker Epitome of nice, after Rainbo press the lacquer And y'all ****** is a waste, like fat chicks with little tits If your names not YKK, then get off my **** *****, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters, College kids and ex- felons feel this I'm sick with the words, Waterproofing Liquid Swords The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More Cause more money, more murder, and more spit to serve
作曲 : Austin, Cross, Grice Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my *****? Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know Shouts out to my ***** Wreckonize, all my MIA [GZA:] Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast Ahead of time, competition not even half close Let's say, by no means, an equal value Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you To strike first, so precautions must be taken And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste And every line or word, is badly placed Even dealing with the narrow window of time My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston [Ras Kass:] Our goal is to learn y'all ******, about this new world order But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughter He the auditor, ain't let the NARC's see this barker Stick to *****es walls like I'm Peter Parker The Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker Five ****** licked, on the Internet jacked her Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura Homies is gat packers, rat packer Fly *****, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker Epitome of nice, after Rainbo press the lacquer And y'all ****** is a waste, like fat chicks with little tits If your names not YKK, then get off my **** *****, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters, College kids and ex- felons feel this I'm sick with the words, Waterproofing Liquid Swords The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More Cause more money, more murder, and more spit to serve
