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(专辑: Legend Of The Liquid Sword - 2002)
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, go out the
truck, it was the
first of pit stops The
era of the
spinning tops, the
birth of hip hop That was something 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 and talent T-Rex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day We knew we would get a
reward for the
price to pay The
basic training was beyond entertainment Just the
caters of the
verbal expressions, self explaining Were my boots out in constant walks across the
borough Tore the
troops out the
frame when they challenge 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 that stop Cause M.C.'s be more shook then the
dice that drop Especially if I'm rolling, then the
point is definitely proven Cause with the
GZA holding, that keep a
nigga moving 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 severe seven And when my job is done And it's time to get those that's coming up some runs So you can see where they from... They says the
product is good We gonna sling it from the
slums of the
hills of the
hood 'Til it's understood... We still search through the
crates of songs that just breaks At times we play legendary battles on tapes Unlikely confrontation with a
clash of swords In a G
that was stored, be rain that just poured On cats and dogs, water that flooded the
stance The
violence and nature had trigged the
violence of man That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats Publicize regrets, wanted alive or dead A
hand full recovered from the
dramatic plunge While the
rest kept babbling and speaking in tongues Since the
competition already slaked them in a
scrimmage He continued to tarnish that already faded image Any 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 in growth This Witty Unpredictable Talent or Natural Game With non added of slang, it's all actual fact The
high roller knock the
chip off the
shoulder Strike like the
perfect bowler, with catastrophic damage My other's hard to vanish, punishment, swift to sudden Unparalleled advantage, brought to a
level where you froze and can't speak Trapped in the
frigid temperatures of that peak And when my job is done And it's time to get those that's coming up some runs So you can see where they from... They says the
product is good We gonna sling it from the
slums of the
hills of the
hood 'Til it's understood...