Bronze Nazareth - Lyrical Swords lyrics

[Intro: Ras Ka**] Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my n***a? Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Ra**y, you know Shouts out to my n***a Wreckonize, all my MIA [GZA] Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coast Ahead of time, competition not even half close Let's say, by no means, an equal value Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you To strike first, so precautions must be taken And what's worst? When you're just fronting and faking It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste And every line or word, is badly placed Even dealing with the narrow window of time My arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack a** team That only move, at a push of a bu*ton that pull strings Bad boys move in silence, secretly fading in Unlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made men Acting like they carry the gun that k**ed Lincoln Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston [Ras Ka**] Our goal is to learn y'all n***as, about this new world order But I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughters He the author, ain't let the NARC's see this sparker Stick to b**hes walls like I'm Peter Parker The Vida Guerra sidekick hacker Five naked pics, on the Internet jacked her Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black Acura Homies is gat packers, rat packer Fly n***a, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker Epitome of nice, after Rainbo press the lacquer And y'all n***as is the worst, like fat chicks with little tits If your names not YKK, then get off my dick b**h, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percenters College kids and ex-felons feel us I'm sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid Swords The world never heard this before, call me Mr. More More money, more murder, and more spit to serve