(feat. GZA, Killah Priest, Scorpion)



[Intro: Killah Priest] [whispering]

Interesting, interesting, interview, interview

Jazz, hip-hop, pull yaself, love yaself

Love yaself, we'll flair on y'all

Straight like that, ya heard?

No doubt, we'll make ya move, one time

Rodney Kendrick



[Scorpion]

Who'll be the victim?

I bend him, twist him, when I spark the 'ism

Mama gon' miss him, Bed-Stuy's in me, can't get it out par

Me in pull 'sage in the back of a shark bar

Whenever there's a mic, I'm there

Whenever the club starts spittin in the air

Everybody feelin me, "Scorp' you the man, son"

Girls say I'm handsome, got a new anthem

Break off with thumbs that write like me

Punish ya lungs to fight like me, how hype I be

Real MC's do real shit, lyrical shit

Rip my whole Bed-Stuy Click, blow clips

They came sour and rich, like fish and chips

If you don't fit then split, abandon ship

Punch you in ya lip, pop shit, I squeeze

Nigga Please, you won't believe how you gon' bleed



[Chorus: GZA]

Extraordinary, rapability

Killa Bees, live in ya facility

You jazz cats are killin me

Who you think got the chemistry?

Extraordinary, rapability

Killa Bees, live in ya facility

You rap cats are killin me

Who you think got the chemistry?



[GZA]

Yo, those who try to judge me, they don't know me

Others try to teach me, but couldn't show me

The media, thought they distly, tried to play me

Rest tried to test me, but couldn't grade me

When I begin to bang this jazzy tune

the crowd react quickly, if not soon

I'm black and proud, I move the crowd

Yet I'm not raised in hell

My lyrics alone, rock the bells

of those who say it's me they wanna scar

Hmm, that's like George Burns without a cigar

Some come in the game and project the hard image

but they can't never get past the line of scrI'mage

I'm on the defence with a strong sequence

You lack the knowledge to understand the pretence

From not playin it right, you got sacked

While I blitz the rhymes that were broken down in stacks

Therefore, the mic that was hyper than ya hand

got stripped and ripped while it slipped from it's stand

Then what happened? You begin to cease to control it

You fumble, couldn't rumble, so then I stole it

How did you think you could make the first down?

If you were boxin, you wouldn't escape the first round



[Chorus]



[Killah Priest]

Made in God's image, with no gimmicks

Travel beyond limits, with Rodney Kendricks

Back hunch over keyboards like Igor

Leave my mind free to sour

The galaxies, cosmic alchemy

Spit words like a prince on his balcony

Touch you like the bullet that made Malcolm bleed

Red mahogany, it's like hard times and poverty

Jazz and hip-hop, state of the art

Razor sharp, it rip clubs apart

Revise slugs in the park, then the blunts'll spark

The party gets worse after dark

Words and melodies, enjoy the smell of weed

Cold faces while brothers roll Aces

Play the wall, it might be a ball

Word is bond when my favorite song comes on

Recitin words like they fightin words

When it's night, dim in the light like a verb

Too swift to be observed, I move crowds like herb

I hit opponents in they vital nerves

Lyrics, hard like spear tips

It goes dip until you feel it

Confess, who's the illest? Who's the realest?

Go tell ya whole village [echoes]



[Chorus x3]