Sparring Minds Lyrics
| Song | Sparring Minds |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Legend of the Liquid Sword |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ansari, Grice, Hunter | |
| [GZA] Designer and most of man stands the front-end loader hold enough weight that'll compensate the share-holders | |
| Powerful motor controls are mad stable | |
| No room for error, injury proves fatal | |
| Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel | |
| After blowin' out the belt drive, | |
| Math' change the wheels | |
| Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster | |
| There's always potential full-on scale disasters | |
| In the rec' [?] narrowly missin' | |
| My camp be forced into periless proposition | |
| We must come see ya, despite imminent danger | |
| Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar | |
| From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore | |
| Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore | |
| Nigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope | |
| On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes | |
| The magnitude of the devastation untold | |
| The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road [Inspectah Deck] | |
| Insane flower, vein blower | |
| Aim and it's game over | |
| You know the name, flame-thrower | |
| Got the code to the game and | |
| I hold the main controller | |
| Soldiers from the jump, and today the same soldier | |
| I stay low, play close to bank rolls | |
| Parly with the greatest who walk the same road | |
| Oh you ain't hear? | |
| Ain't nuttin' new but the gear | |
| The crew of the year, kid too much to bear | |
| Find out what | |
| I'm about, know the legend | |
| The slight disrespect, of his name provoke tension | |
| No threat, bringin' the force like | |
| Bobo-fet' | |
| The old vet' | |
| WHOSE PRES | |
| ENCE alone control the set | |
| I'm next level, ya best settle, bless | |
| Rebel I shine like a vessel, with strength to bend metal | |
| Guns, head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums | |
| The verse is murder one [GZA] | |
| We rhyme back-to-back, deangerous emcees | |
| Move on track-to-track 100 bar measure | |
| Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure | |
| Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood eventually they would | |
| Lay down the trademark with god that built wealth | |
| To dip-dive in the beehive was on self | |
| For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle | |
| The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble | |
| I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon on a camp-out, the kerosine lamp out, so we walked the road we paved with trails that left vinyl foot-steps engraved |
| zuo ci : Ansari, Grice, Hunter | |
| GZA Designer and most of man stands the frontend loader hold enough weight that' ll compensate the shareholders | |
| Powerful motor controls are mad stable | |
| No room for error, injury proves fatal | |
| Hundred ton airjack, quickly raise the steel | |
| After blowin' out the belt drive, | |
| Math' change the wheels | |
| Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster | |
| There' s always potential fullon scale disasters | |
| In the rec' ? narrowly missin' | |
| My camp be forced into periless proposition | |
| We must come see ya, despite imminent danger | |
| Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar | |
| From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore | |
| Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore | |
| Nigga, mark with razorsharp eyes of the scope | |
| On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes | |
| The magnitude of the devastation untold | |
| The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road Inspectah Deck | |
| Insane flower, vein blower | |
| Aim and it' s game over | |
| You know the name, flamethrower | |
| Got the code to the game and | |
| I hold the main controller | |
| Soldiers from the jump, and today the same soldier | |
| I stay low, play close to bank rolls | |
| Parly with the greatest who walk the same road | |
| Oh you ain' t hear? | |
| Ain' t nuttin' new but the gear | |
| The crew of the year, kid too much to bear | |
| Find out what | |
| I' m about, know the legend | |
| The slight disrespect, of his name provoke tension | |
| No threat, bringin' the force like | |
| Bobofet' | |
| The old vet' | |
| WHOSE PRES | |
| ENCE alone control the set | |
| I' m next level, ya best settle, bless | |
| Rebel I shine like a vessel, with strength to bend metal | |
| Guns, head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums | |
| The verse is murder one GZA | |
| We rhyme backtoback, deangerous emcees | |
| Move on tracktotrack 100 bar measure | |
| Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure | |
| Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood eventually they would | |
| Lay down the trademark with god that built wealth | |
| To dipdive in the beehive was on self | |
| For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle | |
| The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble | |
| I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon on a campout, the kerosine lamp out, so we walked the road we paved with trails that left vinyl footsteps engraved |
| zuò cí : Ansari, Grice, Hunter | |
| GZA Designer and most of man stands the frontend loader hold enough weight that' ll compensate the shareholders | |
| Powerful motor controls are mad stable | |
| No room for error, injury proves fatal | |
| Hundred ton airjack, quickly raise the steel | |
| After blowin' out the belt drive, | |
| Math' change the wheels | |
| Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster | |
| There' s always potential fullon scale disasters | |
| In the rec' ? narrowly missin' | |
| My camp be forced into periless proposition | |
| We must come see ya, despite imminent danger | |
| Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar | |
| From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore | |
| Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore | |
| Nigga, mark with razorsharp eyes of the scope | |
| On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes | |
| The magnitude of the devastation untold | |
| The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road Inspectah Deck | |
| Insane flower, vein blower | |
| Aim and it' s game over | |
| You know the name, flamethrower | |
| Got the code to the game and | |
| I hold the main controller | |
| Soldiers from the jump, and today the same soldier | |
| I stay low, play close to bank rolls | |
| Parly with the greatest who walk the same road | |
| Oh you ain' t hear? | |
| Ain' t nuttin' new but the gear | |
| The crew of the year, kid too much to bear | |
| Find out what | |
| I' m about, know the legend | |
| The slight disrespect, of his name provoke tension | |
| No threat, bringin' the force like | |
| Bobofet' | |
| The old vet' | |
| WHOSE PRES | |
| ENCE alone control the set | |
| I' m next level, ya best settle, bless | |
| Rebel I shine like a vessel, with strength to bend metal | |
| Guns, head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums | |
| The verse is murder one GZA | |
| We rhyme backtoback, deangerous emcees | |
| Move on tracktotrack 100 bar measure | |
| Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure | |
| Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood eventually they would | |
| Lay down the trademark with god that built wealth | |
| To dipdive in the beehive was on self | |
| For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle | |
| The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble | |
| I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon on a campout, the kerosine lamp out, so we walked the road we paved with trails that left vinyl footsteps engraved |
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