GZA - Liquid Swords lyrics

When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform Some had to snort c**aine to act insane before Pete rocked it on Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut Fake n***as get flipped In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns sh** is too swift to bite you record and write it down I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe On some wild out sh**, to insert a fiend But it was your op the shop stolen art Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt sh**'s played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt That's minimum, and feminine like sandals My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble Energy is felt once the cards are dealt With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon I represent from midnight to high noon I don't waste ink, n***a I think I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted Turn that sh** up, my clan in the front want it When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform Some had to snort c**aine to act insane before Pete rocked it on Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut I'm on a mission that n***as say is impossible But when I swing my swords they all choppable I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper Child educator, plus head amputator Cause n***as styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers Don't even stop in my station and attack While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak What the f** for? Down by law, I make law I be justice, I sentence that a** two to four Round the clock, that state pen time check it With the pens I be sticking but you can't stick to crime Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells Now come aboard, it's Medina bound Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels n***as are fascinated how the sh** begin Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin