Genius/GZA
Liquid Swords
Living In The World Today
[RZA]
Yo (yeah) check it out son, check it out son
Yo (Wu, can I get a soo) 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, knowwhatI'msayin?
Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son
(Yo check it) Word
[Genius/GZA]
Chorus:
Well if you livin in the world today
You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we don't have em
So we blast em, alright, well OK
Well if you like the wicked sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
(Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it)
My rhyme gross weight be a new combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the station
Double edged was the guillotine that beheaded it and gassed up
Fucking with some regular unleaded shit
Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that bind in
X marks the spot on the scope
Heavenly art, military is necessary, it's a gamble
MCs bet they best at every
Power move, parable ditties might harm
If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic
Look out for these fatal flying spikes
Of massive sleepholds, put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin style is mad murderous
Chorus:
Well if you like the wicked sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
(Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it)
Well if you livin in the world today
You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we don't have em
So we blast em, alright, well OK
[Genius/GZA (Method Man)]
(Well what you know about MCin?)
Yo, I know a lot
(Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga?)
Huh, I'd rather not
(I'm talkin bout stacks cousin)
Nigga that's what I got
(Cash rules over all)
Well cash rules the spot
[Genius/GZA]
My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed
Of niggaz who think it ain't like that
MCs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
Then God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck
Raps of led, you got caught up in the web
Now bees are stingin, yo that niggaz them singin
I'll be swingin swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
MCs be out like bank robbers
Fleein the scene to be a sole survivor
DJ the getaway driver
Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
Hard to define it when narrow is the gate
For fat tapes and then played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
And from that point the God made a statement
Draftin tracements, replacements in basements
Materials in sheet-rock to sound proof the beat box
And microscopic optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines that's unstoppable
Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops
Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only increase if everything is peace
Father-U-C-King the police
Chorus (2x)
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