GZA Publicity

Who be first to catch this beat down? My rappages be the source

Ego trip remain victory, and no loss

Rap sheet show you details of wars in streets

Where the most live, catch vibe and blaze heat

Double XL kings who rush through, got right on

Quick to stress ya, sound crew to get a mic on

Math lets the plates spin consecutive hits,

Promoters’ face grin the dawn catch fist,

Keep the paper direct wire see them jake be tire

Unlike the story that echoes out with chronic liars

Like those who feast on hogs, eat murder dogs

A village voice kid with his heart and soul calm

Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum

Plus the dj claws fiend to scratch them

Thus street team takes shots of criticism

Promotional vehicles wiffin wit mad rhythm

With the lockout of one of our source sports

We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court

During the first half, number one draft rap lords,

Swing swords, slam microphone, shatter billboards

Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin the herb

Vision impaired, when the silhouette emerged

One nut out the clan get your whole click banned

From radio pd’s cut your raps man

Forcin me to move on from one world to another

On the gulf, from the fuel jet to hover

Take cover wit the radical, urban latino

No hip-hop connection wit us and Janet Reno

I do an interview and they aim to trace my essence

To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon

My group’s nova, remain unsober

And serve high times wit king cobras i shoulder

Low-post mc’s, your whole style (lafeast[?])

Second to get your word up, then the troops unleash

Creative (low fling[?]) to the grand opening

Wit my ray gun scoping, you’re hoping

Uniforms be fridged when they walk the black beat

In the heat, of razors exposin fresh meat

In bedrock and gambling – rolling stone, out of zone

Where they can’t monitor my ‘xact poem

Collide wit the tiger beat, rappin raga

Ebony eyes, folks see the saga