Lyrical Swords

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 ass 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 ******, 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 ****** 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 Benjamin stack attractor

Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker

Epitome of nice, after

Rainbo press the lacquer

And y'all ****** is a waste, like fat chicks with little tits

If your names not

YKK, then get off my ****

*****, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters,

College kids and ex- felons feel this

I'm sick with the words,

Waterproofing

Liquid Swords

The world never heard this before, call me

Mr. More Cause more money, more murder, and more spit to serve