He's runnin' in a short race, shoelace untied Head down, facial expression he can't hide Kid with no direction, seems confused A victim who spent years
Code to umm, the code to umm To draw your swords, to draw your gun Those that's 'bout it M.C.'s I run with Those that doubt it on the mic get done quick
Come on This is hip hop, MC's get busy It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped You're listening to slanged out goodies And Timberlands and
The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs
You ever seen someone who roll With Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks with
Everything Around this Motherfucker Umm, let me ask you... GZA: The fuck outta here! GGh: Do you have the full amount? Twenty thousand as we agreed upon? GZA
Yo, I gotcha back but you best to watch your front 'Cause it's the niggaz that front, they be pullin' stunts I gotcha back but you best to watch your
You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks but no jabs
Yo, check this shit out Hangin' out in bars can become no joke When you start to drinkin' gin, rum, Bacardi and coke Or Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante
Those were the days, back in Junior High For an 8th grader, my style was kinda fly And just to prove I was an MC Pro I often sponsored a classroom show
What I'm about to flow on is so dope The average hip hop fiend couldn't cope Or explain my style because it's hard to define So the fiend scratch and
What you know about I'm sayin' I know a lot Can you demonstrate something? Why not? I'm speaking about stacks, GZA That's all I got The raw un-cut material
CHORUS: I rock the mic at any party And in the place to be I'm a true, true fresh MC I'm a true fresh MC I work real hard to achieve my goal From building
I had a bad dream Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams What a time you chose to be born in Babies crying, brothers dying and brothers getting
great, you heard of me) Nigga, L.A.D. (six times ill) Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large) GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal) Legendary
[Chorus: Joan Davis] Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh [GZA] Heavy foot traffic jam the
Chorus: What are silly girls made of made of What are silly girls made of A neck full of gold, material things huh That's what silly girls are made of