[Hook: GZA] Breaker, breaker one nine, clear the line Can you read me? Shortage on rhymes MCs should expect the worst I stay alert and shoot first [Verse 1: GZA] This is not a test, it's difficulty Picture closely, the ignorant mostly Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb Lost soul who failed to hear the roll of the drum In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the Heavy blast that blew off the masks of twelve welders The math of an elder, praise the Lord, thank you Genius Operation: Project English Commander the chief of flight style, check the aircraft Glide like the frisbee, Digi [?] Disney To check fault in oneself is pure loveliness You break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness So when I bust, no one is untouched Some returning with the mic clutched, like such Who plan but never execute He had the heat in his hand, but yo he didn't shoot Therefore your mechanism of material better be sickly Or let your lead spread incredibly quickly I move bravely, travellin' on a horse On the battlefield, surrounded by the lost Of those who plotted with the brains of animals My high molecular structure be untangible The name ring a bell, k**able two syllable The Wu is comin' through, the outcome is critical To be blunt, the beat was cooked up like coke goods The rhyme first came to me in the oak woods Up to no good, rap icon Milk the industry like the Wall Street junk bond You see the bright stone, I got your height sewn Direct current, that move through the mic-phone Key contributor, well-known major factor Rhyme distributor, the drive of a tractor Who run ya down if you don't move or wanna linger {*echoes*} [Chorus 2X] [Verse 2: GZA] The immortality of my fame is the measure of other's torture Burnt offer, from a flamin' author The falconer who flies enough birds for the chase Strictly excel in what is excellence with grace The significance was not the vulgar applause of interest But the feelin' that exit, completion of a sentence With age and experience, my reason ripens I strike on you Vikings, slash like a hyphen If you enter the house of fortune by the gate of pleasure You will leave by sorrow, the flow measures Everything fails with the unfortunate Learned that recordin' it, so my mind broaden it Track records ranks us with the exceptional Extreme complex physics, high technical The truth is usually seen and rarely heard What's more dangerous than hatred is the word You wild cards, jack of all trades Those who parade their positions show their spades A large flock of MCs, they figure to be taught It ain't hard to see why I'm vigorously sought [Chorus 2X] [Outro: GZA] Breaker breaker one nine Breaker breaker one nine