Triple Threat

[GZA] Yo Check it, yo From slow grooves to Pro Tools to 8-tracks Cassette tapes to VHS to ADX Regardless of the format, it's liver then Memorex Colorful megapixels like the centreplex Feature film from the outer realm and for the ears Enjoy ya own picture and stay in ya mind for years My heart pumps and creates surround sound I brought hip-hop to the top push the underground nigga I'm 'Beneath the Surface' wit a single purpose Make sure your ticket is worth the purchase The story that'll come to ya straight off the screen Knock ya popcorn and ya large drink upon ya jeans Written by one of the best while getting high Intoxicated from an idea that killed the living lie Observe the flicks, roll wit the credits Hold that shit, I'll catch you in the edits (Chorus) Planet Asia We throw daggers and studied all the old tablets We going at it wit the uncivilized savage Respect, on deck be the G O D's On ya set for the fuck of it, betta keep it G [Planet Asia] Yeah, fresh bracket, four metal jacket The best crackers aligns fish specialist Ex-Panther, automatic strapped counselor The worst chancellor Jamming up the board amped up Polish professional, the patriotic poor for life It's a long run using the side of the brain that I write wit It's mind, body and soul, control wit the mic Rip jewels to ya dome, segregates the devil from righteous Black Guerilla, act ill, I'll act iller Wit the most sophisticated assassinators who stack figgaz The Language is Pain, the clique is gang On top I remain and that's simple and plain (Chorus) Planet Asia [Chace Infinite] I'm stealing the win, something serious, a sinister blend Like mixing warm milk and gin Ya neva stomach to taste Off balance wit the raw to my face Chace move like a Panther wit grace Stay lace, smoke grass Pour that eighth in the backwood then fumigate Necessary to make, people to relate to the way I perform on the stage and prepare for Doomsday Wit marvelous insane you'll get hit what the tools spray I could give a fuck what a fool say I'm trying to bake until a nigga make cartoon cake And sell like Cypress when they drop on Sunday Inspired by the streets and alleys, not them runways OG's in LA, Blacks, Whites and Ese's You fuck around and best believe today will be ya death day (Chorus) Planet Asia