[GZA] I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping The crowd get wild off my style, they want something The herds start stomping the promoters that be fronting They sue for Cash Rule but the courts they give 'em nothing Your soundman came with the feedback like "we need that" Security's shining flashlights like "where the weed at?" Stay in your place, see you guys smoke blowing in your face And it's hard to stop it once we came to drop it Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation No comparison, if you put the darts side by side One will weigh out the other Like friend next to brother Try to take cover as the battle comes to a closion That structure that supported your rap started implosion Your whole chest and your world caved in They completely gave in, they just sparks and brave men
[Chorus 2X: GZA] Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back? And hold out on my advance?/And hold back my advance? They didn't pay that Producers want seven points? He didn't play that Yo did he say that?
[GZA] Raindrops keep falling on your head So heavy that it's tearing what you're wearing Ain't caring, so you're hearing what I said I'm making sure it stick Like a stamp you don't lick Or a snare with no kick So you know it be authentic like the hand-made works of a carpenter The 64 squares make 'em use a sharpener Kept a fine point with the lead, then it's thread On the paper then like cancer it would rapidly spread This music is addictive but can't live without it At times you shout it "The Wu, they be about it" A strong following with the die-hard supportedly The loyalty came from the songs that went accordingly I couldn't be more wrong if I changed the format Did something different from the most explored rap
[GZA] Positive Elevation Always Correct Errors That's the fire till my Clansmen starts to spread terror Spin your wig back like we DJ'ing, he ain't playing My songs set a trap, catch 'em laying Now we stuck but he's overwhelmed by what he came across Not to play it is a terrible loss at whose cost? People wait like never before for the ball to drop At the gate lined up for a tape to cop I still run into students banging my first joint Wrote a essay off the second LP to prove a point That a rhyme is a terrible thing to waste Gimmicks and radio the God don't chase But I replace your wackness, it shows in your flows Immaturenesses, all of your hoes, case closed Most of your strength is in the pocket of you clothes That you endorse in every rhyme like it's Garbeson robes (echo)