Mathematics - Mic Trippin lyrics

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Mathematics - Mic Trippin lyrics

[Verse 1: GZA] Mic Trippin' from rock skipping off the local brooks Not knowing, heavyweight throwing vocal hooks Rhyming off Apache, the RZA scratch thee Records borrowed from Home Alone kid known as Latchkey Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics 45s marked up, looped with static Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, truck's Chevy Flare ripped from the magic lair of medley But deadly, I merge forward with a sharp spear He must return now, his flight departs here Like Sitting Bull, I lay with my bow pulled Arrow poisonous cause my enemy clip's full Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers Intimate footage roll off the cameraman's shoulders Many will die for fame, moving like Leroy Can't be one and the same, nah, that ain't b-boy The decoy, scan this with high tech radar Til' my mic strike, leave a state-size crater I came into this with the writer's block To prevent a sudden shock on a large flock Clips are uncut episode, invincible armor I blaze one, once I strike the match off my bomber [Hook: GZA] Adjust this, til its EQ'ed like never Watch ya megawatts, bang spots, raise the lever It's Operation Cobra, it's over Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier [Verse 2: GZA] My rough cut metal tapes, quick to break label mates Won't hesitate to negotiate your table stake First lesson came from the session, room one From the longest awaited but the strongest made it Complex, complicated, compressed, elongated Homicidal, subtitle, Wu claw, banger off the ocean shore Kid jaw, cut with the jigsaw Intern engineer, vest on the youth Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires From autofire rapid from a verbalist slangster's gat Two hit Tucker, she labeled it gangster rap Unseen curve, struck the vital nerve Of some sort, courts got papers to serve Still bang 'em in the head, just lead, no eraser One shot, no chaser, who ya replacer You punch-drunk swinging your keys on your index Showing off your Rolex, didn't see the Joe Tex Filmed it on Bolex, smashed with the largest Full finger, name ringer, life clinger [Hook 2x]