| Lyrics: | [GZA]
Okay.. the GZA
Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin?
We gonna bang y'all, in the
head one time
Blaze up on y'all one time real fast (Do the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts
on, ahhight?
(Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down yo)
I take y'all niggas
straight, Beneath the Surface
to the core, if it ain't raw its worthless
Pentab
professional, hold the ink
while river rats fall off the raft and sink
Tony let a brother
Touch, twenty bar rush
The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust
Allah just, I
lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds
On a cold
white snow, plus with the right flow
Wu-Tang niggaz they shine and make the mic glow
[Masta Killa]
We killin all gorillin with all that screwfacin
Pacin back and
forth looking savage, stop it
[RZA aka Bobby Digital]
Whether plugged in or plugged
out
Iron drill mugged or thugged out
Blood in or blood out, son was bugged out
Might
look at you and slice you
Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop
Who the fuck
you think let y'all wild niggas in
Allowed you to put down ya guns ,and raise ya pen
Ruler
Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig
We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to
your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces
Don't worry
about the weed or pussy, I read books
I'm liable to mate'cha king with three rooks
You see
the Wu W raised in black fists
Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle wil |
