Muggs - Those That's Bout It lyrics

[Intro: sample] Call to umm - the call to arms To draw your swords, to draw your gun [Hook: GZA] Those that's bout it, M.C.'s I run with Those that doubt it, on the mic, get done quick Even if you left in intensive care I'll have the plug pulled, before your crew gets there [GZA] I'm the one you hate to see, your worst nightmare While you dream of riding the block, and raiding the fair Enemies get cooked like eggs, while they scramble He lived, but he still lost his legs, as he gamble Couldn't sell what he shipped, the shell came from the clip His lightweight belt, had got blown off his hip No one on the strip, had the full explanation Only that the victim had high expectations Most never peddle above the street level They cut they last deal with the devil, just to settle For the crumbs that fell off the plate, of the late great Who died in the federal state prison, behind gates [Hook x2] [Hook: GZA] M.C.'s don't want none of this, so just stop Got gimmicks with a bunch of facades, and just props Don't take the song seriously, they just drops For the radio, but you ain't crazy, yo [GZA] I'm on the regular, slang competitor I shock journalists, slap magazine editors Watch the D.P. as he moves towards me Stuffed on his wordplay, and can't record me Three dimensional, visual, write portraits Enough in the photo lab, not to get caught with Treason for any reason, will only bring about torture Should of been the nine, on those offers Ribs broke my plate in the fifth The fact that the beat came from Muggs, was a hell of a gift So I, took the present, sent some to the essence Like the young M.C.'s, who'd only escaped adolescence The sword remains in shape with endurance The blades can be quick, when replaced with insurance But never seem to stop, regardless of the tragedy Hyperactive rhymes, slingers with charged batteries [Hook x2] [Hook x2]