Lyrical Swords

Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my ****?

Yeah, GZA

You know, uh, Razzy

Shouts out to my ****, Wreckonize, all my in the house

Forming a very strong advanced post, east to west coast

Ahead of time, competition not even half close

Let's say, by no means, an equal value

Prematurely brought to play, I'll never allow you

To strike first, so precautions must be taken

And what's worse, when you're just fronting and faking

It's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a waste

And every line or word is badly placed

Even dealing with the narrow window of time

My arrangements are quick to shut down your power lines

On a bunch of small puppets with a wack-ass team

That only move at the push of a button and pull strings

Bad boys move in silence, secretly fade in

Unlike fake gangsters and your wannabe made men

Acting like they carry the gun that killed Lincoln

Or they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston

Our goal is to learn y'all **** 'bout this new world order

But, I'm still trying to run up in the president's daughter

He the author, ain't let the narcs see this barker

Stick to bitches' walls like I'm Peter Parker

The Vida Guerra sidekick hacker

Five naked flicks on the internet, jack her

Dog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black Dracula

Nosferatu, spitting darts at you, out a black Acura

Homies is gat packers, rat packer

Fly ****, I'm the Benjamin stack attractor

Mack attacker, pimp slapper, the track cracker

Epitome of nice after Rainbo press the lacquer

And y'all **** is the worst, like fat chicks with little kicks

If your name's not Y K K, then get off my dick

Bitch, I hang with the trillest, and that's why five percent

Is college kids and ex-felons, feel us

I'm sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid Swords

The world never heard this before

Call me Mister More, 'cause more money

More murder and more spit to serve