GZA - Pencil lyrics

The echo chamber enhance the flow with the block party Keep an MC head spinnin' like Dark Bacardi, this BAC is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well Kick somethin' live stop chirpin' like Nextel I'm all in together, a swordsman forever I paint the town red with many heads are severed R-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleep hold, quick to smother you Dart hit your breastplate, meet ya d**h date Rook down to E4 look, it's checkmate No other way to describe a catastrophe The Clan was drawin' blood and displayed it graphically Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter Horrific torture by prolific authors Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playin' the skelly top It's gettin', Hot In Here Like the single that Nelly dropped So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft A little rock'll turn 'em into Ivan Koloff Why do the Gods make MC's study from Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become Under the study with the sword above the head So he would keep in mind under the open pledge Fierce fencing, somethin' so sharp Piercing, swords cling, the vigilant intimate Close combat, this is MC'ing at it's best But there is no contest, sent I'm this You could never test, this and try to question this He so gifted with the swiftness, godfather civilization Shell casin', universal nation Could he be the one predicted? Presidential sent in Old school soul to war us, be the growlest Asiatic arctic flow is so frigid Is it the zig zag? Coming to pay you a visit Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard World, I'm not the same I go somewhere, don't remember how I came Is it the weed, the hash or the 'caine? Or the Digi being stained on my brain? Appear from a cloud of smoke, the rotor's on choke If surrounded, seven men drop from one stroke Even if my feet was shackled down and one hand cuffed To defeat me, ten demon's wouldn't be enough I sleep in the lion's den without the steel iron Ascended like Wu, so coming down from Mt. Zion Superlogical this, superlogical that Digital, take it back with superlogical rap Have a shootout at midnight, the let's see who's quicker Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker You distressed like the damsel, lost like little Hansel Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle Me, I be a k**a Bee, keepin' auxilery Ol' plated the desert e, shoot ten millime' Faster than millipede, you try to intercede Your body being found in the naval yard artillery A black blind governor, a rich white mayor Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated Your decapitated head is being tooken down paraded Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof Benz and all my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A day to God is a thousand years, how long is a night? You get trapped in my shadow of dark- hark, who goes there? Power-U smells like carp, don't put your nose there Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleedin' And it's been two weeks since they had their last feedin' Ain't nothin' but bones, we plotted the sand And spread it out, over twenty acres of land Some call me steels, 'cause it's hard to bend me C-Cypher Pigs can't apprehend me In a no smokin' zone, I smoke bones of hash n***as see me, then I disappear in the flash Next time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet Movin' with a click that stick like dry porrage Someone's been sittin' in my chair, who goes there? To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic