Song | Auto Bio |
Artist | GZA |
Album | Legend of the Liquid Sword |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Grice | |
[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, got out the truck, it 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 the talent | |
T-Rex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day | |
We knew we would get a reward wit a price to pay | |
The basic training was beyond entertainin | |
Just the cadence of the verbal expressions, self explainin' | |
Wore my boots out in constant walks across the borough | |
Tore the troops out the frame when they challenged 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 thats stopped | |
Cause M.C.'s be more shook then the dice thats dropped | |
Especially if | |
I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven | |
Cause what 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 seven seven [Chorus: GZA] | |
And when my job is done then it's time to give those that's comin' up some run | |
So you can see where they from, from, from... | |
And since the product is good | |
We gonna slang it from the slums of the hill of the hood ' | |
Til it's understood [GZA] | |
We still searched through the crates for songs thats just breaks | |
At times we played legendary battles on tapes | |
Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords | |
Energy that was stored, we rained and just poured | |
On cats and dog water that, flooded the stares | |
The violence of nature had trigged the violence of man | |
That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats | |
Publicized regrets, wanted alive or dead | |
A hand fall recovered from the dramatic plunge | |
While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues | |
Since the competition already slayed em in the scrimmage | |
He continued to tarnish that already faded image | |
In this 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 y' growth | |
This Witty | |
Unpredictable | |
Talent All | |
Natural Game wit non additive slang, it's all actual fact | |
The high roller knock the chip off y shoulder | |
Strike like the perfect bowler, the catastrophic damage from what was hard to manage, punishment, swift and sudden | |
Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak | |
Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak [Chorus] |
zuo ci : Grice | |
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, got out the truck, it 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 the talent | |
TRex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day | |
We knew we would get a reward wit a price to pay | |
The basic training was beyond entertainin | |
Just the cadence of the verbal expressions, self explainin' | |
Wore my boots out in constant walks across the borough | |
Tore the troops out the frame when they challenged 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 thats stopped | |
Cause M. C.' s be more shook then the dice thats dropped | |
Especially if | |
I' m rollin', then the point is definitely proven | |
Cause what 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 seven seven Chorus: GZA | |
And when my job is done then it' s time to give those that' s comin' up some run | |
So you can see where they from, from, from... | |
And since the product is good | |
We gonna slang it from the slums of the hill of the hood ' | |
Til it' s understood GZA | |
We still searched through the crates for songs thats just breaks | |
At times we played legendary battles on tapes | |
Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords | |
Energy that was stored, we rained and just poured | |
On cats and dog water that, flooded the stares | |
The violence of nature had trigged the violence of man | |
That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats | |
Publicized regrets, wanted alive or dead | |
A hand fall recovered from the dramatic plunge | |
While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues | |
Since the competition already slayed em in the scrimmage | |
He continued to tarnish that already faded image | |
In this 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 y' growth | |
This Witty | |
Unpredictable | |
Talent All | |
Natural Game wit non additive slang, it' s all actual fact | |
The high roller knock the chip off y shoulder | |
Strike like the perfect bowler, the catastrophic damage from what was hard to manage, punishment, swift and sudden | |
Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can' t speak | |
Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak Chorus |
zuò cí : Grice | |
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, got out the truck, it 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 the talent | |
TRex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day | |
We knew we would get a reward wit a price to pay | |
The basic training was beyond entertainin | |
Just the cadence of the verbal expressions, self explainin' | |
Wore my boots out in constant walks across the borough | |
Tore the troops out the frame when they challenged 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 thats stopped | |
Cause M. C.' s be more shook then the dice thats dropped | |
Especially if | |
I' m rollin', then the point is definitely proven | |
Cause what 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 seven seven Chorus: GZA | |
And when my job is done then it' s time to give those that' s comin' up some run | |
So you can see where they from, from, from... | |
And since the product is good | |
We gonna slang it from the slums of the hill of the hood ' | |
Til it' s understood GZA | |
We still searched through the crates for songs thats just breaks | |
At times we played legendary battles on tapes | |
Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords | |
Energy that was stored, we rained and just poured | |
On cats and dog water that, flooded the stares | |
The violence of nature had trigged the violence of man | |
That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats | |
Publicized regrets, wanted alive or dead | |
A hand fall recovered from the dramatic plunge | |
While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues | |
Since the competition already slayed em in the scrimmage | |
He continued to tarnish that already faded image | |
In this 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 y' growth | |
This Witty | |
Unpredictable | |
Talent All | |
Natural Game wit non additive slang, it' s all actual fact | |
The high roller knock the chip off y shoulder | |
Strike like the perfect bowler, the catastrophic damage from what was hard to manage, punishment, swift and sudden | |
Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can' t speak | |
Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak Chorus |