The Genius Gza - Verses lyrics
rate me(Featuring La The Darkman, Ras Kass & Scaramanga Shallah) <br />
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[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)]<br />
Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)<br />
Wu-Tang (herbs three times great, you heard of me)<br />
Nigga, L.A.D. (six times ill)<br />
Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large)<br />
GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal)<br />
Legendary... <br />
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[Scaramanga Shallah]<br />
Now it's the real beginning of the pages of Shams<br />
Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors of grams<br />
Sham's is the Raiders fan, rock big tables at Sands<br />
Bally's and Trump's, I got the mack ten<br />
We can hit the alley with iron and thumper<br />
Take it to the hands like the brand new linen<br />
Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in him<br />
You dealing with a night stick choker<br />
The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this joker<br />
And the set, devoted to opening your neck<br />
With the tech, as you sit in a Lex'<br />
Your next move, is slipping, your last move is shitting<br />
As your body gets soft, the shotty went off<br />
Little soldiers, you're out of position<br />
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan<br />
A rob and gather reporter, columns are lost<br />
White five, black five, with dollars to toss<br />
Twisted by the dark side of the force<br />
Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche<br />
You're off sides in the fort<br />
We are survivors of the war of good and evil<br />
I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert eagle<br />
With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it... <br />
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[La the Darkman]<br />
Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana<br />
How he used to sniff coke, how I puff marijuana<br />
Try, play me today, I'mma kill you manana<br />
From, far with the K, or up close with the llama<br />
I'm like an African king in a castle in Ghana<br />
Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a rhymer<br />
Study lessons in Medina, building with an old timer<br />
So I, always been wise ever since a young minor<br />
Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X theme<br />
So I'm often posted, in a window with that thing<br />
Got unlimited support from the Sing Sing regime<br />
I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team<br />
Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope fiend<br />
Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam<br />
Fucking with me, you better be real as you can be<br />
La Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general<br />
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[Ras Kass]<br />
Whoever say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar<br />
That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire<br />
When you mention me, not about penitentiary<br />
Rims and rhyme skills, both twenty second century<br />
Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu<br />
'Cause I'm original, like blacks for larger jewels<br />
Velour's by BUFU, Buy Us Fuck U<br />
Try Us Fuck U. You die. Y'all got gats but him buck too, nigga<br />
Sip Grey Goose and ponder. They know the room service<br />
In Hotel Rwanda. reminder to honor these street scholars<br />
Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the tax dollar<br />
Bush gave 6.46 billion to Haliburton<br />
For troops support efforts in Iraq<br />
Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe that<br />
The rape over, Cheney charging 45 dollars for a case of soda<br />
Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar oil filters (damn! )<br />
But won't pay they soldiers, Haliburton workers make<br />
Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn thirteen g's a year<br />
Plus a 25 extra taking fire in combat<br />
Recruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm at<br />
18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam at?'<br />
But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms at<br />
I love to crunk, so what. plus I'm gangsta enough<br />
To piss in pimpin kids pimp cup. rack again and pump it up<br />
How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a forty and a blunt<br />
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[GZA]<br />
Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the block<br />
With the product in they socks, and the fully loaded glocks<br />
Too many die in vain, and it's a crying shame<br />
The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they shoot for the top<br />
Acquiring apparel, through growth and development<br />
On they most dangerous missions, excuses were irrelevant<br />
The brutality of war, never changes<br />
And the out of control desire to win, makes it dangerous<br />
Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat, greater than<br />
What they ever had, experienced yet<br />
Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill to kill<br />
Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in they field<br />
The great boundaries of both man and machine<br />
Can have one at the point, to murder all in between<br />
Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his idol<br />
Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's title, what's up?
