The Genius (GZA/Genius)

The Genius (GZA/Genius) - Liquid Swords lyrics

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When I was little... my father was famous.
 He was the greatest sam-urai in the empire;
 and he was the Shogun's decapitator.
 He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords.
 It was a bad time for the empire.
 The Shogun just stayed inside his castle -- and he never came out.
 People said his brain was infected by DEVILS.
 My father would come home -- he would forget about the killings.
 He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him.
 Maybe that was the problem.
 Then, one night... the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house.
 They were supposed to kill my father... but they didn't.
 *woman screams*
 That was the night everything changed *voice fades*

 Intro Two: RZA

 See, sometimes...
 You gotta flash em back
 See niggaz don't know where this shit started
 Y'all know where it came from
 I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the swords
 We bounce, yo

 Chorus: RZA, GZA

 When the MC's came, to live our their name
 And to perform (forrrrm)
 Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)
 with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
 that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)
 with the building to be born
 Yo RZA flip the track with the what to guy
 Check em check chicka icka etta UHH

 Verse One:

 Fake niggaz get blitzed
 and mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns
 Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
 I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
 on some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend
 But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart
 Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
 I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
 Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
 That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
 My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
 Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
 With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
 that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
 I represent from midnight to high noon
 I don't waste ink, nigga I think
 I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
 Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
 Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
 Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
 Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it

 Chorus

 Verse Two:

 I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible
 But when I swing my swords they all choppable
 I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
 Child educator, plus head amputator
 Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
 Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
 Don't even stop in my station and attack
 while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
 What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
 I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
 round the clock, that state pen time check it
 With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
 Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
 I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
 Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
 Into the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
 It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
 So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
 Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin
 Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

 Chorus
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Language: English

Appearing on: Liquid Swords (1995)

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