GZA/Genius
Beneath The Surface
Feel Like An Enemy
[Hell Razah]
Yeah, yeah yo
I'm like a whirlwind spinnin with words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
We complete like the solar system, play in space
I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
Everyday be a court date recorded on tape
Hell Razah grab the mic and turn your show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight
We negotiate with .38's in a north face
GZA came with the Liquid Swords killin you all
I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your pores
See me jumpin out of 4-doors with my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard
Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
GG Macabee, KP be rapidly
Hey yo Prodigal, niggas is charged with blasphemy
Chorus:
And all that hard rock shit (charged with blasphemy)
And if you're feelin like an enemy (come after me)
[Killah Priest]
I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
Vent poison in the ears of these growns and these deadheads for years
Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs
Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear
Shots were fired in the darkest moments
Niggas missed they targets
Hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious days of atonement
Sing a praise with a peace pipe for niggas I zone with
Priest I broke bread amongst twelve thugs
Drunk a cup of blood
We trained the same time Peter sprayed his slugs
We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up
I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
Streets are filled with goons and bloody niggas
I seen my friend fall clutchin holdin his stomach
Caught him offguard, foldin his hundred
It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin
[Trigga]
Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent
Live from medalion, nometry dealin equality
You could stop to see profiles of me
Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me
Parallel prophecy, 360 degree
Complete the formation, salute the salvation
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin
No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation
Artist in occupation together maintainin
Brainstainin, metaphor mutilatin
This generation, a misleading calculation
No elevation, time wastin and live chasin
[Prodigal Sun]
A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine
Blaze a lime green six on the spleen over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life with jukes and bloody heists
It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price
In this hell puzzle filled with bitches, money and trouble
Stitches for dummy couples crummy fuckin up the hustle
It's a struggle, in the jungle with sin we wander in
Plus a prison, ain't no division with no religion
And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
Stash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
Niggas is comical, fuckin with the abominal
Son I promise you you won't live to see tomorrow
Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo
I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo
(Let's mark that ass nigga right away)
Chorus (2x)
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