Auto Bio-GZA the Genius

作词 : Grice [GZA] I was born, with the mic in my hand Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land I pulled up on the block, got out the truck, it was the first of pit stops The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop That was somethin', I had identified with So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then Myself and RZA, made trips to the B.X. A mass of ferocious M.C.'s the talent T-Rex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day We knew we would get a reward wit a price to pay The basic training was beyond entertainin Just the cadence of the verbal expressions, self explainin' Wore my boots out in constant walks across the borough Tore the troops out the frame when they challenged the most thorough From well concealed firing positions we let off the most Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast They say I rhyme like the bank thats stopped Cause M.C.'s be more shook then the dice thats dropped Especially if I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven Cause what the GZA holdin', that keep a n***a movin' I walk Broadway, from Quincy to Myrtle Back to Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be They heard the Legend, run to the reverend With headaches and blackouts, worse then seven seven [Chorus: GZA] And when my job is done then it's time to give those that's comin' up some run So you can see where they from, from, from... And since the product is good We gonna slang it from the slums of the hill of the hood ' Til it's understood [GZA] We still searched through the crates for songs thats just breaks At times we played legendary battles on tapes Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords Energy that was stored, we rained and just poured On cats and dog water that, flooded the stares The violence of nature had trigged the violence of man That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats Publicized regrets, wanted alive or dead A hand fall recovered from the dramatic plunge While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues Since the competition already slayed em in the scrimmage He continued to tarnish that already faded image In this sport, when they come short, majors don't need 'em Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke Like too many tokes, that'll recharge y' growth This Witty Unpredictable Talent All Natural Game wit non additive slang, it's all actual fact The high roller knock the chip off y shoulder Strike like the perfect bowler, the catastrophic damage from what was hard to manage, punishment, swift and sudden Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak [Chorus]