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[GZA]

I was born, with the mic in my hand

Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land

I pulled up on the block, go out the truck, tt was the first of pit stops

The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop

That was somethin', I had identified with

So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then

Myself and RZA, made trips to the B.X.

A mass of ferocious M.C.'s and talent T-Rex

Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day

We knew we would get a reward for the price we'll pay

The basic training was beyond entertainment

Just the caters of the verbal expressions, self explainin'

Were my boots out in constant walks across the borough

Tore the troops out the frame when they challenge the most thorough

From well concealed firing positions we let off the most

Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast

They say I rhyme like the bank that stop

Cause M.C.'s be more shook then the dice that drop

Especially if I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven

Cause with the GZA holdin', that keep a nigga movin'

I walk Broadway, from Quincy to Myrtle

Back to Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be

They heard the Legend, run to the reverend

With headaches and blackouts, worse then severe seven

[Chorus: GZA]

And when my job is done

And it's time to get those that's comin' up some runs

So you can see where they from, from, from...

They say the product is good

We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood

'Til it's understood

[GZA]

We still search through the crates of songs that just breaks

At times we play legendary battles on tapes

Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords

In a G that was stored, be rain that just poured

On cats and dogs, water that, flooded the stance

The violence and nature had trigged the violence of man

That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats

Publicize regrets, wanted alive or dead

A hand full recovered from the dramatic plunge

While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues

Since the competition already slaked them in a scrimmage

He continued tarnish that, already faded image

Any sport, when they come short, majors don't need 'em

Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom

The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke

Like too many tokes, that'll recharge in growth

This Witty Unpredictable Talent or Natural Game

With non added of slang, it's all actual fact

The high roller knock the chip off the shoulder

Strike like the perfect bowler, with catastrophic damage

My other's hard to vanish, punishment, swift to sudden

Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak

Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak

[Chorus]

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written by GARFIELD, JULIAN I. JR. / GRICE, GARY E.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BUG MUSIC

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