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  • 作词 : Ansari, Grice, Hunter
    [GZA] Designer and most of man stands the front-end loader hold enough weight that'll compensate the share-holders
    Powerful motor controls are mad stable
    No room for error, injury proves fatal
    Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel
    After blowin' out the belt drive,
    Math' change the wheels
    Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster
    There's always potential full-on scale disasters
    In the rec' [?] narrowly missin'
    My camp be forced into periless proposition
    We must come see ya, despite imminent danger
    Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar
    From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore
    Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore
    *****, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope
    On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes
    The magnitude of the devastation untold
    The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road [Inspectah Deck]
    Insane flower, vein blower
    Aim and it's game over
    You know the name, flame-thrower
    Got the code to the game and
    I hold the main controller
    Soldiers from the jump, and today the same soldier
    I stay low, play close to bank rolls
    Parly with the greatest who walk the same road
    Oh you ain't hear?
    Ain't nuttin' new but the gear
    The crew of the year, kid too much to bear
    Find out what
    I'm about, know the legend
    The slight disrespect, of his name provoke tension
    No threat, bringin' the force like
    Bobo-fet'
    The old vet'
    WHOSE PRES
    ENCE alone control the set
    I'm next level, ya best settle, bless
    Rebel I shine like a vessel, with strength to bend metal
    Guns, head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums
    The verse is murder one [GZA]
    We rhyme back-to-back, deangerous emcees
    Move on track-to-track 100 bar measure
    Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure
    Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood eventually they would
    Lay down the trademark with god that built wealth
    To dip-dive in the beehive was on self
    For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle
    The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble
    I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon on a camp-out, the kerosine lamp out, so we walked the road we paved with trails that left vinyl foot-steps engraved
  • 作词 : Ansari, Grice, Hunter
    [GZA] Designer and most of man stands the front-end loader hold enough weight that'll compensate the share-holders
    Powerful motor controls are mad stable
    No room for error, injury proves fatal
    Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel
    After blowin' out the belt drive,
    Math' change the wheels
    Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster
    There's always potential full-on scale disasters
    In the rec' [?] narrowly missin'
    My camp be forced into periless proposition
    We must come see ya, despite imminent danger
    Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar
    From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore
    Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore
    *****, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope
    On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes
    The magnitude of the devastation untold
    The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road [Inspectah Deck]
    Insane flower, vein blower
    Aim and it's game over
    You know the name, flame-thrower
    Got the code to the game and
    I hold the main controller
    Soldiers from the jump, and today the same soldier
    I stay low, play close to bank rolls
    Parly with the greatest who walk the same road
    Oh you ain't hear?
    Ain't nuttin' new but the gear
    The crew of the year, kid too much to bear
    Find out what
    I'm about, know the legend
    The slight disrespect, of his name provoke tension
    No threat, bringin' the force like
    Bobo-fet'
    The old vet'
    WHOSE PRES
    ENCE alone control the set
    I'm next level, ya best settle, bless
    Rebel I shine like a vessel, with strength to bend metal
    Guns, head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums
    The verse is murder one [GZA]
    We rhyme back-to-back, deangerous emcees
    Move on track-to-track 100 bar measure
    Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure
    Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood eventually they would
    Lay down the trademark with god that built wealth
    To dip-dive in the beehive was on self
    For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle
    The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble
    I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon on a camp-out, the kerosine lamp out, so we walked the road we paved with trails that left vinyl foot-steps engraved