GZA - 7 Pounds lyrics

Speakin' of this art form, the slang is dangerous MC's are like s**m cells, a gang of us Fightin' to reach the egg, bikin' and lose a leg Odds are like one to ten million, the kin thread One from a thousand speaks in his own voice The other nine ninety nine, imitates without choice They never even knowin' it, until the goin' gets rough See the amplified sample I'm throwin' with I grab the microphone, the unthinkable happens See the rockets red glare like the guns when clappin' They still cage matchin' MC's that's scrappin' Not the UFC, but my opponent is tappin' So don't let a little bit of fear turn to hatred I was sent as a savior to revive what was sacred Also stop this uncalled for behavior And sippin' back cats, they lactase in flavor Got word from the wise to let it drop Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' them all cut Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop Rap's so out of shape and far from tip top Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels Dictators next to rebels and Gods against devils No time for backwards thinkin', let's think ahead If you wanna sleep when you awake then make your bed A lotta MC's came to see me on referrals Not even knowin' that they would undergo great parrels These cuttin' edge methods from the most specialized Faster than the last men, and before the dust'll fly The lord of the art, strikes a chord in your heart Your ear love to hear the God, rippin' tracks apart Me to hip hop is like Einstein to science A match made in heaven, most likely an alliance Complex individual that you dream of being Intellectual challengin', the all eye seein' Got a appetite for heat So then come and bite the beat And digest the rest and don't Stress the part, it couldn't be Got word from the wise to let it drop Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop Because regardless to whom or what, even with door shut I'm givin' 'em straight raw, you bringin' them all cut Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop Rap's so out of shape and far from tip top Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels Dictators next to rebels, and Gods against devils