GZA - Paper Plate lyrics

You ever seen someone who roll With Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton Smash whatever you throw, a thousand is what I'm battin' Got a few hooks with no jabs Took 'em out ya corndog books and notepads I get it, you got rich robbin' those in the industry Bite off this one, steal from your enemy Never try to play the hottest one out ya camp He might step off and take half the joules from ya amp Enough to make ya Vogue on that cover of GQ Only missin' the sheer blouse, homey, you see through Stop sippin' on that Formula 50 They want heat? I give it to 'em, burnt and crispy Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it Especially these over-rated raps, step to fetch it I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle Woodwork strips bein' chipped from sharp chizzles One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit No matter what, you still window shop for lyrics If you was a pimp, put tricks on the stroll And if those were soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold Who shot ya? You don't have enough on your roster You move like a fed, but you talk like a mobster That yayo you slingin', please abort it Too many cuts on it, cokeheads, they won't snort it I spray the Flea Unit with pesticides, and you can get Your best ghost writers, get 'em all to testify Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? Five hundred k**a Beez, buzzin' and really on it Whipped with Cuban Linx, and cut with Liquid Swords Choked by Ironmen 'til we crush your vocal chords You ain't nothin' but a pig in the blanket Hog head, the deadliest food at the banquet All this rap crap, that's trapped in your colon Only means, get rid of the wack sh** you holdin' Sweet tooth dudes stay out the candy shop You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese Got somethin' to pitch, they all swing a bat with ease Get your ankles broke, while doin' your two-step Leave a thank you note, for the crutches the Wu left ProActive rap, you know they put drug in the cream You hallucinate and see Kanye in your dream And yo, I don't smoke dust, I dust off Smokey and the Bandits With the brush stroke off the canvas I walk on your gators and lizards, raise the lynx That was k**ed for your minks, you be rockin' in blizzards Wanna be cop, 'til you walk to D-Block And get entranced for us, spread your wings like peaco*ks I was an MC when you was in Nutville On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts filled Ten years MC'ing, but I flow like I'm twenty-one Straight from Medina, with the ma** of many suns The supernova, give off gamma ray bursts And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off first, what's up