[Intro: Sway]
[Verse 1: GZA]
Mic Trippin' from rock skipping off the local brooks
Not knowing, heavyweight throwing vocal hooks
Rhyming off Apache, the RZA scratch thee
Records borrowed from Home Alone kid known as Latchkey
Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics
45s marked up, looped with static
Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, truck's Chevy
Flare ripped from the magic lair of medley
But deadly, I merge forward with a sharp spear
He must return now, his flight departs here
Like Sitting Bull, I lay with my bow pulled
Arrow poisonous 'cause my enemy clip's full
Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers
Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders
Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers
Intimate footage roll off the cameraman's shoulders
Many will die for fame, moving like Leroy
Can't be one and the same, nah, that ain't b-boy
The decoy, scan this with high tech radar
Til' my mic strike, leave a state-size crater
I came into this with the writer's block
To prevent a sudden shock on a large flock
Clips are uncut episode, invincible armor
I blaze one once I strike the match off my bomber
[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
Machine gun cocked, the ammunition cut tree from root
Here's the blueprint
Given by the Masta for you all
Spider coming down the wall, this is called
Smash your guitar, break the glass behind the bar
For the well-woven, silk line chosen few that came
To the people as the people straight from the grain
Watch it rain acid, the fans must be on
Jumping up and down, break a leg like Joe Theismann
Texas Longhorn, Ricky Williams snatched the Heisman
Hip-hop socializing, analyzing
Element of surprise for Wise Guys, check
I seen many come in the game claiming I-God
Fooling those that trust it
Some cats even fend my brothers
Would have killed them as quick as others
Holding mine, waiting to justify a swollen eye
Face bloodied up beyond stitching up
Beat one like a crackhead that ran with a jake
Should have gave him five at a time
Steel door chain locked him in from the outside and watched him
Extreme Cream Team supreme, woodland green
Chariots of Fire, power cypher, [?]
Strategize hits on clicks, snitch made men defect
Turn coke, cut tongue from throat
[Break]
Yo, Sway & Tech, the Wake Up Show
[Verse 3: GZA]
Bobby said: “Fuck spending fifty on a whip, buy equip”
Mental flip, he got a thousand tracks stored on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
He split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer with extra compression
My sound travel, it quickly grab you
Equalize the pitch just until it have you
Bugged out tryna think you can match this
The outcome is too graphic
Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu
The beats are Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic
We roadblocked it, checkpoints on your next joint
Now, who the brothers you anoint?
700 volts on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed from killing cascades
Throw my bullets in the air to test wind
Which way the cyclone spin?
Counter or clockwise? Still civilized
And kill spies on the wall as still flies, all dies
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