Pencil

[Verse 1: GZA] The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi His B.A.C. is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well Kick something live stop chirping like Nextel I'm All In Together, a swordsman forever I paint the town red, with many heads a severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to smother you Dart hit your breastplate, meet ya death date Rook down a E4, look, it's checkmate No other way describe it but catastrophe The plan was drawing blood and displayed it graphically Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter Horrific torture, by prolific authors Shape and mold MCs like I'm playing the skelly top It's getting 'Hot in Here' like the single that Nelly dropped So take your clothes off, the track is so soft A little vodka turn 'em into Ivan Koloff Why do the gods make MCs study from Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become Under the study with the sword above the head So he would keep in mind under the open pledge [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Fierce glisten, something so sharp Piercing, swords cling, the vigilante intimate Close combat, this is MCing at its best But there is no contest, sent I'm this Speaking of a test, this and try to question this He so different with the swiftness, godfather civilization Shell casing, universal nation Could he be the one predicted, presidential sent in Old school soul survivors, we the wildest Asiatic Arctic flow is so frigid [Verse 3: RZA] Is it, the Zig Zag, I'ma pay you a visit Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard World, I'm not the same I go somewhere, don't remember how I came Is it the weed, the hash or the 'caine? Or the Digi being stained on my brain Appear from a cloud of smoke, your throat is on choke If surrounded, seven men drop from one stroke Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff To defeat me, ten demons wouldn't be enough I sleep in the lion's den, without the steel iron Ascended like Musa coming down from Mt. Zion Superlogical this, superlogical that Digital, take it back with superlogical rap Have a shootout, at midnight, the sequel's quicker Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker You distress like the damsel, lost like little Hansel Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle Me, I be a Killa Bee, keeping exilery Ol' play the Desert E, shoot ten millime' Master the millipede, you try to end the sea Your body being found in the naval yard artillery A black blind governor, a rich white mayor Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated Your decapitated head is being tooken out, paraded Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof Benz, and all my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A Day to God is a Thousand Years, how long is a night? You get trapped in my shadow of dark, hark, who goes there? Power-U smells like carp, don't put your nose there Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleeding And it's been two weeks since they had their last feeding Any leftover bones, we grind into sand And spread it out over 20 acres of land Some call me Steels 'cause it's hard to bend me C-Cipher Pigs can't apprehend me In a no smoking zone, I smoke bones of hash Niggas see me, then I disappear in the flash Next time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet Moving with a clique that stick like dry porridge Someone been sitting in my chair, who goes there? To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here Glaciers of Ice, plus layers of spice Say your prayers at night 'fore you touch that mic