GZA/Genius
Beneath The Surface
High Price, Small Reward
[GZA/Genius]
I wipe the chrome off with the dust cloth fore I bust off
What's the cost, life lost
High price to pay for a small reward
Killed for that Bushwick and Hausley broad
I provided the jumper cables, threw to boost the minipack
Based on the drama unfoldin in the tracks
I don't hold back, I spare no one
Swords swing like shogun, now who want it?
You see the truth then act upon it
I feel the fire's full view
Ain't a MC that I hit can pull through
Them niggas are like kids, flashin plastic tools
Unaware of the multi-year dynastic rule
What, stupid
[Masta Killa]
Without a doubt it's in the heart where the best darts were written
Sittin at the window of the grand old earths
Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat
Cause some savage niggas are lost beyond reach
Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance
Left to wander the streets and experiment with devilishment
Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders
120 bomb holders let em off and explode
The battefield haunting the daunting
Wu-Tang dance deadly immense, six pence survival
Rifle barrel pointed, elastic noose
Plastic head wrapped stifle, survival
Tribal, title, secret rival
Article, subliminal message throwin
Bitch niggas holdin on labels
Mic cables, capable of slowin down jets on deck
Fuckin you straight through continuously
Justice with more of the critical penital
Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
Drama builds as the street prophecies fulfilled
Better chill, currents to the invited
Bang for the phones, live niggas on they way home
Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn
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