I wiped the chrome off wit the dust cloth 'Fore I bust off What's the cause? Life loss, high price to pay For a small reward Kill for that Bush wick and
I hopped on the train and cold clocked a chick Who looked good as hell but she appeared to be sick I would say she had to look as if she swallowed a worm
Choose the sword and you will join me Choose the ball and you join your mother in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose So come boy
Intro: (first three lines lp only) 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
The basic instructions before leaving Earth The basic instructions before leaving Earth The basic instructions before leaving Earth Life is a test many
Oh, mad one We see your trap You can never escape your fate Submit with honor to a duel with my son I agree I see you using an old style I wondered
You crunchy chump crabs, get crumbled up like crack rock Fuck wit the Wu, we bustin' ya whole snot box Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Such a shame, such a shame Critical... You're living foul, things are getting wild It's difficult to raise a child Cause growin up in a lost environment
* this exception is permitted due to actual rap lyrics in the outro [la the darkman] Yeah, killa, the gza, la Live, yeah, what yo My clan is like usa
When I hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion Cause i'mcontended to know that I've invented Poetry which
Who be first to catch this beat down? My rap pages be the source, ego trip remain victory and no loss Rap sheet show you details of wars in streets Where
No stems no seeds that you don't need Acupulco gold is *inhales* *deep voice* bad ass weed Intro: genius, rakeem Yo this is the gka-gka-genius And I
Intro: method man/johnny blaze [special technique] fuck that [special technique of shadowboxing] God damn (the gza, God damn!) (the gza, God damn!) pledge
Talkin bout drama I met a young brother, how young about eight He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight I greeted him, and struck a conversation
I see youngsters little teenagers Walking around with beepers and pagers And who's beeping them? oh it's the boss Making sure no one is taking a loss
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
There's a rumor that an old lady heard a Kingpin hiring a hitman to murder A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness But that's how it is in the business
Just another victim of the, victim of the ghetto Just another victim, that's how it goes Heavy foot traffic jam, the hallway all day Adolescence workin