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GZA lyrics : "Lyrical Swords"

[Intro: Ras Kass]
Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my ^!$$%?
Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know

Shouts out to my ^!$$% Wreckonize, all my MIA

[GZA]

Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast
Ahead of time, competition not even half close
Let's say, by no means, an equal value

Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you
To strike first, so precautions must be taken
And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking

It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste
And every line or word, is badly placed
Even dealing with the narrow window of time

My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack $$# team
That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings

Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in
Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men
Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln

Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston

[Ras Kass]

Our goal is to learn y'all ^!$$%s, about this new world order
But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughter
He the auditor, ain't let the NARC's see this barker

Stick to (*##$es walls like I'm Peter Parker
The Vida Guerrera sidekick hacker
Five ^!$$%s licked, on the Internet jacked her

Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula
Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura
Homies is gat packers, rat packer

Fly ^!$$%, I'm the venomous stack attractor
Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker
Epitome of nice, after rainbow, press the laughter

And y'all ^!$$%s is the worst, like fat chicks with little kicks
If your names not YKK, then get off my dick
(*##$, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters

College kids and ex-felons feel us
I'm sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid Swords
The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More

More money, more murder, and more spit to serve

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