Текст песни Genius - Rough Cut, слова песни Genius

Текст песни Genius - Rough Cut

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[Intro: Armel]Uh-huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh[Armel]Listen, if ya`ll can spit, we can spit, please get it togetherCuz anything you can do, I can do betterYour imagine material looks, hotter behind looksRaise the fear, no one, but self, who`s shook?Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy bookWho`s spot you took? Duke off the hookI`m from the land of the crook, life quit the endBetter known as the Brook, rather tape then lendThere`s a lot of wack records, but this ain`t one of themDJ`s off the books, go `head put the gun at themAll groupie M.C.`s, I`m bout to start stunnin` `emDon`t matter what crew, every last one of `emIt`s gettin` crowded in here, some acts got to goLet`s start by eliminatin` groups that can`t flowI better meal my deal, my career with no fearThat none of ya`ll group can touch what`s over here[Chorus: GZA]These rough cut metal tapesQuick to break your label mates, won`t hesitateNegotiate your table stakes, you can`t flow rightOr fuck with me on no nightFuck the slow light, you need to get your show right[Prodigal Sunn]Yo Justice, how many M.C.`s must get pistol whipped?Crack faces with bottles of Crys`, hollow tips gobble lipsThat`s the penalty for poppin` that shitVanish in a colorless whip, bags of gripDoo-rags and clips, tag the stripYou had the chance to advance, I`m sorry for the holes inyour hipSon, It`s the way of the street merchant, live by the laws,die by the rulesMy gleam play the part of a foolNow hear these jewels from a wise king, see what my eyes seenTen year supreme, the theme, we sizzle-line and triple CREAMMy grip`ll off that digital bream, visual sceneRoll footage on your video screenGlobe patrol, Two On The Road, we never foldSnub react, GZA mack eliminate tracksStimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, gifted and blackNow watch me mack to the kingdom of rap[12 O`Clock]Give me a beat, nigga dealin` battles like a thiefDone killed more niggas than Jason in part 3Stay Wu, on the graveyard and this labelDum dums, that battle 12 O`Clock, now it`s ableSo what, looked up and made the bitches clapThat was because my style`s clothes, not the rapsAin`t that shit, props for the clothingShould of brought a mirror, cuz lyric wasn`t rollin`My rhymes is all that and yours ain`t shitAnd at a party, your bitch takin` crazy flicks of meShe said I was nigga celebrityBut I`m from the slums, with the bums drinkin` HenneseyTake a sip of some Jamaican rumPut fire to my lung, tongue, teeth and gumsWhen it comes out my mouth, shit`s hot and it burnsMake fools out of bitches like I`m Howard Stern[Chorus 2X]

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