GZA - Sparring Minds lyrics

[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 for large scale disasters In the rec' rippin' 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 n***a, 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 Polly 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 Boba Fett The old vet whose presence alone control the set I'm next level, ya best settle, bless Rebel I shine like a bezel, with strength to bend metal "Plunge 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 kerosene lamp out So we walked the road we paved With trails that left vinyl footsteps engraved