- Living in the World Today 歌詞 Genius GZA
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- GZA Living in the World Today 歌詞
- Genius GZA
- 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, Z to the A , MC
Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew, from the old school
And we gonna take yall back, know what Im sayin?
Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop , son
(Yo, check it)
Well, if you livin in the world today
You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say
****** that front, we dont have em
So we blast em, alright, well, ok
Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man
And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if youre sure
Punk ****** shatter like a glass jaw, break it
My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
Was too heavy for the Chevys, is chased out the station
Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it
Gassed up, ****in with some regular unleaded ****
Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
Bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope
Heavily armed, military is necessary, its a gamble
MCs bet they best at every
Powerful 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
Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
Now, who could ever say they heard of this?
My **********in style is mad murderous
Well, if you like the way it sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if youre sure
Punk ****** 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
****** that front we dont handle em
So we blast em, alright, well okay
Well, what you know about MCin?
Yo, I know a lot
Well, can you demonstrate somethin, *****?
Huh, Id rather not
Im talkin bout stacks, cousin
*****, thats what I got
Cash Rules the world
Well, Cash Rules the spot
My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed
Of ****** who think it aint like that
MCs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
Then, God struck, religious *** *** call it 'bad luck'
Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
Now, bees are stingin, yo, that ****** em-singin
Im just 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
Fleeing 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 ba*****ts
Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beatbox
And microscopic optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, thats 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 You See King the police
Well, if you livin in the world today
You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say
****** that front, we dont have em
So we blast em, alright, well, ok
Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man
And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if youre sure
Punk ****** 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
****** that front, we dont have em
So we blast em, alright, well, ok
The Wu- Tang say
We dont handle em, alright, well okay
The world today, the Wu-Tang say
****** that front we dont handle em
So we blast em, alright , well okay
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