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]