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