Тексты песен «Genius Gza»

When I was little, my father was famous He was the greatest samurai in the empire And he was the Shogun's decapitator He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords It was a bad time for the empire The Shogun...

Such a shame, such a shame Critical... You're living foul, things are getting wild It's difficult to raise a child Cause growin up in a lost environment Every day becomes a new experiment Now we are faced with problems...

Yo, check it out son Yo, live in the place to be You got the capital G G to the A M C Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school And we gonna take y'all back, knowhat I'msayin? Lyrical sorcerers right...

[Intro: GZA] This is a tale of a town with the population Of approximately two thousand people They small close in their community with crime And murder, we're virtually unheard of With front doors, were always left...

(featuring Ras Kass) [Intro: Ras Kass] Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga? Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know Shouts out to my nigga Wreckonize, all my MIA [GZA] Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to...

[Genius] Mic trippin, from rock skipping Off the local brooks, not knowing Heavy weight, throwin vocal hooks Ryming off Apache, the Rza scratch thee Records borrowed from Home Alone kid known as latchkey Break beat...

* this exception is permitted due to actual rap lyrics in the Outro [La the Darkman] Yeah, killa, The GZA, La Live, yeah, what yo My clan is like USA the way we conquer Lay back, grow more chocolate than Willy Wonka...

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks but no jabs Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads I get it, you Got Rich...

You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks but no jabs Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads I get it, you Got Rich...

Yo, this is the Gka-gka-genius And I got the brotha Prince Rakeem on the side You know we got the sess bones in the house And, yo, God I'ma pass you the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass...

When I hold a mic in my hand, it's devotion Then I began flowing in a smooth steady motion Cause I'mcontended to know that I've invented Poetry which has been highly complimented Thus how I rhyme is what I feel on stage...

Who be first to catch this Beat Down? My rap pages be The Source Ego trip remain victory and no loss Rap sheet show you details of wars in streets Where the most live, catch vibe and blaze heat Double XL kings who rush...

[GZA] She dated jolly green GIANTS, that, flew on JETS An A-list actress, who was never walked off sets She loved stuffed animals, especially BEARS Was a role model, like a CARDINAL to our peers A PATRIOTIC tomboy, like...

Uh, huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, please get it together 'Cuz anything you can do, I can do better Your imagine material looks, hotter behind looks Raise the fear, no one but self, who's...

(Special technique) Fuck that (Special technique of shadowboxin') God damn (The GZA, god damn) (The GZA, god damn) Pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Method, god damn) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop...

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, six o'clock in the morning That's right, you gotta get your darts right Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit] [Ghostface Killah] I got ready to graze Took my hat off and the crowd...

[GZA] Designer and most of man stands the front-end loader hold enough weight that'll compensate the share-holders Powerful motor controls are mad stable No room for error, injury proves fatal Hundred ton air-jack,...

[GZA] Throw down ya mic son, ya gauge is empty Plus the wack shit in the game might tempt me Quickly drop non-stop rec shot What I took on the road on the lap and desktop A mixture from up-tempo to slow grooves 8-Track...

Yo, check this shit out Hangin out in bars can become no joke When you start to drinkin gin rum bacardi and coke Or Martini and Rossi, Asti Spumante Even forties being shared throughout the posse Jukebox is slamming...

I see youngsters little teenagers Walking around with beepers and pagers And who's beeping them? Oh it's the boss Making sure no one is taking a loss On his multi-thousand dollar operation But how does he thank them for...