Artist: GZA/Genius
Song: 7 pounds
Speakin' of this art form this slang is dangerous
MC's are like sperm cells, a gang of us
Fightin' to reach the egg
Bitin' or loose a leg
Odds are like one in ten million, a thin thread
One from a thousand speaks in his own voice
the other 999 imitate without choice
Never even knowing it until the going gets rough
See the amplified sample I've grown with.
I grab the microphone the unthinkable happens
See the rocket's red glare like the guns; clappin'
They still cage matchin' MC's is scrappin'
Not the UFC but my opponent's tappin'
So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred
I was sent as the savior to revive what is sacred
Also stop this uncalled-for behavior
Sylphic rap cats they lactate the flavor
Got word from the wise to let it drop
Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop
Because regardless of who or what
even with doors shut
I'm givin' 'em straight raw you're givin' 'em raw cut
Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop
Rap so outta shape and far from tip-top
Girls next to pebbles
spoons against shovels
dictators next to rebels and
Gods against Devils.
No time for backwards thinkin' let's think ahead,
If you wanna sleep when you awake then make your bed
A lot of MCs came to see me on referrals
not even knowing that they would undergo great perils
This cutting edge methods from the most specialized
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The lord of the art strikes a chord in your heart
Your ear love to hear the guard rip the track apart
To me hip hop is like Einstein to science;
a match made in heaven, most likely alliance
Complex individual that you dream of being
Intellectual charlatan, the all-high-seeing
Got an appetite for heat so then come and bite the beat and
Digest the rest and don't stress the part you couldn't eat.
