| Lyrics: | Severe Punishment
I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable
(Are you,
my judge?)
It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so you
ready?
[U-God]
Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yo, yo
Check these high hats sting things movin
through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time's tickin, eruptments
conduct
Entering one funk before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab vocab slow
Alphabet
run, construction voice might blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather,
dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with somethin that's round and profound
Blood
brothers people of colors we get down
Watch this fly, force feed things being said
Nine
diagram acid black evil red
Left his mic half a dangle, seriouser man
My mic clapper def
wish, everlasting plan
Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain
style seem a
Kiss a spider, to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly
swatters
Number two, Chao San Poi
[GeniusGZA]
This Wu shit be hard to kill
when full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editin
tracks that's rough
Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
So we attack this, and grab
all within reach
Throw a scrap back to niggaz, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it
ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggaz look on, and
get hooked on this mic line
Reeled in and shipped through the pipeline
LPs delivered with
style and potential
Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden tape
recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura
-acapo |
