High Price, Small Reward

[Verse 1: GZA] I wiped the chrome off with the dustcloth 'fore I bust off What's the cost, life loss? High price to pay for a small reward Kill for that Bushwick and Halsey broad I provided the jumper cables through the booster mini-packs Based on the drama unfolding in the track I don't hold back, I spare no one Swords swing like shogun, now who want it? You see the truth, then act upon it Or feel the fire's full view Ain't a MC that I hit can pull through Y'all niggas are like kids, flashing plastic tools Unaware of the multi-year dynastic rule What?! Stupid! [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Without a doubt, it's in the heart Where the best darts were written Sitting at the window of the Grand Old Earths Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat 'Cause some savage niggas are lost beyond reach Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance Left to wander the streets and experiment with devilishment Violent, felon offenders, supreme quoters One-twenty bomb holders let 'em off and explode The battlefield haunting, the daunting Wu-Tang dance, deadly emits six pence Spiral, rifle barrel pointed, elastic noose Plastic head wrap stifle, survival Tribal, title - Secret Rival Article subliminal message throwing Bitch niggas hoeing on labels Mic cables, capable of slowing down jets on deck Fucking you straight through continuously Justice, the war of the critical penital Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat Drama builds, it's the street prophecies fulfilled Bitter chill currents to the invited Bang for the phones, live niggas on their way home Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn