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