Ras Kass, Wu-Tang Clan, GZA/Genius - Lyrical Swords

[00:01.79] Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga? [00:05.29] Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you know [00:16.19] Shouts out to my nigga Wreckonize, all my MIA [00:19.86] Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast [00:22.56] Ahead of time, competition not even half close [00:25.33] Let's say, by no means, an equal value [00:27.14] Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you [00:29.84] To strike first, so precautions must be taken [00:32.62] And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking [00:35.38] It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste [00:38.18] And every line or word, is badly placed [00:40.80] Even dealing with the narrow window of time [00:42.64] My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines [00:45.40] On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team [00:48.17] That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings [00:50.86] Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in [00:53.67] Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men [00:56.37] Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln [00:59.03] Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston [01:00.90] Our goal is to learn y'all niggas, about this new world order [01:03.63] But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughters [01:06.30] He the author, ain't let the NARC's see this sparker [01:09.12] Stick to bitches walls like I'm Peter Parker [01:11.84] The Vida Guerra sidekick hacker [01:14.54] Five naked pics, on the Internet jacked her [01:16.44] Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula [01:19.11] Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura [01:21.86] Homies is gat packers, rat packer [01:24.68] Fly nigga, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor [01:27.36] Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker [01:29.19] Epitome of nice, after Rainbo press the lacquer [01:31.97] And y'all niggas is the worst, like fat chicks with little tits [01:34.65] If your names not YKK, then get off my dick [01:37.38] Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters [01:40.14] College kids and ex-felons feel us [01:42.82] I'm sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid Swords [01:45.62] The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More [01:48.38] More money, more murder, and more spit to serve [01:51.38]