Pencil-GZA

[GZA] The echo chamber enhance the flow wit the block party Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi This 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 are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you Dart heat your breastplate, meet ya death date Rook down a E4, look, it＇s checkmate No other way to describe a 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 MC＇s, like I＇m playing the skelly top It＇s getting ＇hot in here＇ like the single that Nelly dropped So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft A little rock＇ll turn ＇em into Ivan Koloff Why do the Gods make MC＇s 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 [Masta Killa] Fierce glisten, something so sharp Piercing, swords cling, the vigilante intimate Close combat, this is MC＇ing at it＇s 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 to war us, be the growlest Asiatic artic flow is so frigid [RZA] Is it, the Zig Zag, I＇mma 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 w**d, the hash or the ＇caine? Or the Digi being stained on my brain Appear from a cloud of smoke, the voter＇s on choke If surrounded, seven men drop from one scope Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff To defeat me, ten beno＇s wouldn＇t be enough I sleep in the lion＇s den, without the steel iron Ascended like Wu, so 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 distressed like the damsal, lost like little rascal A 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 neighbor 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 took and operated 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, ark, 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 Ain＇t nothing but bones, we plotted the sand And spread it out, over 20 acres of land Some call me Steels, cuz it＇s hard to bend me C-Cypher 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 click that stick like dry porrage Someone＇s 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