キー: F# minor•
Verse 1
That's right,
we gotta get this darts right
Spray y'all niggas on some
marksman shit
Verse 2
Took my hat off and
the crowd went crazy
Bitches threw their panties,
the sound man was fannin' me
The whole place was standin', G
What they chant, we was family
Jumped in the crowd and I swam to sea
Threw me to the back, surprise,
I still had my chains on me"
Verse 3
I bang all three
Say, "Yo, Meth,
fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes
and my socks be"
Them Billie Jean shits and
they real Rocky
The fans can't knock me
I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me
Plus I'm cocky, bitch
Verse 4
revealed the face
Cop patrol couldn't control the place
I got groupies backstage,
lined up at the gate
The signs up, yellin',
"We love your tape!"
I'm sorry I took so long,
F#
F#m
didn't mean to make y'all wait
But good things take time to create
Verse 5
Tryin' to make my next release date
With Ghost, Street,
GZA, great minds relate
When we perform we cause
the Earth to shake
Ain't nothin' changes,
it's still those same niggas
You love to hate GZA
Verse 6
That's scratched in the club,
ducks begin to trample
On those who fell victims,
body loss they souls
These beats when I picked 'em
Jones played the role,
soldiers brave and bold
RZA paid the roll,
GZA buries the scrolls
Written on loose leaf, that old formula
That was stolen by a new thief
Verse 7
critics couldn't knock it
A piece of history that they
carried in they pocket
With the time factor,
speed was the order of the day
What a delay, they were able to,
what he would say
Why waste the slot time of the
ridiculous rhyme
That's only excused by
a generous mind
I kept 'em stored in the shelters
like the goods in cans
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