Beneath The Surface

[chorus: gza]
Breaker, breaker, one nine, clear the line
Can you read me? extorted your rhymes
Mc's should expect the worst
I stay alert and shoot first

[gza]
This is not a test, it's difficulty
Picture closely, the ignorant mostly
Blind, deaf, dumb, your mind left numb
Lost soul who failed to hear the roll of the drum
In the bottom of your bomb shelter, still felt the
Heavy blast that blew off the masks of twelve welders
The math of an elder, praise the lord - thank you genius
Operation: project english
Commander-n-chief of flight style, check the aircraft
Glide like the frisbee, digi look disney
To check fault in oneself is pure loveliness
You break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness
So when i bust, no one is untouched
Some returning with the mic clutched, like such
Who plan but never execute
He had the heat in his hand, but yo he didn't shoot
Therefore; your mechanism of material better be sickly
Or let your lead spread incredibly quickly
I move bravely, travellin on a horse
On the battlefield, surrounded by the lost
Of those who plotted with the brains of animals
My high molecular structure be untangible
The name ring a bell, killable two syllable
The wu is comin through, the outcome is critical
To be blunt, the beef was cooked up like coke goods
The rhyme first came to me in the oak woods
Up to no good, rap icon
"milk" the industry like the wall street junk bond
You see the bright stone, i got your height sewn
Direct current, that move through the mic-phone
Key contributor, well known major factor
Rhyme distributor, the drive of a tractor
Who run ya down if you don't wanna move or wanna linger {*echoes*}

Chorus: repeat 2x

[gza]
The immortality of my fame is the measure of other's torture
Burnt offer, from a flamin author
The falconer who flies enough birds for the chase
Strictly excel in what is excellence with grace
The significance was not the vulgar applause of interest
But the feelin that exit, completion of a sentence
With age and experience, my reason ripens
I strike on you vikings, slash like a hyphen
If you enter the house of fortune by the gate of pleasure
You will leave by sorrow, the flow measures
Everything fails with the unfortunate
Learned that recordin it, so my mind broaden it
Track records, ranks us, with the exceptional
Extreme complex physics, high technical
The truth is usually seen and rarely heard
What's more dangerous than hatred, is the word
You wild cards, jack of all trades
Those who parade their positions, show their spades
A large flock of mc's, they figure to be taught
It ain't hard to see why i'm vigorously saught

Chorus: repeat 2x

[outro: gza]
Breaker, breaker, one nine
Breaker, breaker, one nine

* this exception is permitted due to actual rap lyrics in the outro

[la the darkman]
Yeah, killa, the gza, la
Live, yeah, what yo
My clan is like usa the way we conquer
Lay back, grow more chocolate than willy wonka
Stomp ya, till your head bleed, your mouth bleed
Runnin wit the heart of slave that's been freed
Triple darkness, wild like a killer from sparfit
Heartless, trained to hit movin targets
Profit, .357 cocked it
Killed you, leave you wit your money in your pocket
My logic, money bitches layin the lessons
Allah blesses, me wit automatic weapons
Scholastic, geographic, stay jurassic
Runnin through medina wit the glock blastin
Rotten fruit, black je-sus, i got juice
Darkman move swift as a mongoose

[timbo king]
Yo, niggas caught plaque from bitin off the platinum
Dumb mc's caught the gum disease, ask them
Who style they took, two wild rooks
Tried to take a page when i'm the author of the book
At twenty-seven years young, y'all some old timers
I write wit invisible ink, y'all use eye liners
Define rhymers, the question and the answer
The dj and the dancers, check

[chorus: joan davis]
Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto
Just another victim, that's how it goes, ooh

[gza]
Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day
Adolescence workin for small pay
World so little, he could never leave his block
His home full of riddle, so he always need his glock
He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smokin
Young wasted minds, fiendin on dimes, cokin
Forgot kids quick to break rules, and known to make fools
Out of many, down the streets be more safe than school
There's no diploma, that can break him from the coma
A bloody war in the country, the youth hungry
On the corner, hyenas amongst me
Yabbin bout the stories, they be hearin, always swearin
Can't even spell the shit that he be wearin
Caught up in the silk web of material
Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue
The young is lost at their own cost, dreamin
Screamin how we never hold positions, that's the meanin
Brothers of murder victims share the same grief
The elderly shake their head in disbelief
And no relief came till i aimed
And blast one shot and left my name
The gza... *echos*

[chorus]

[njeri]
My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks
On torn down blocks, drug spots set out their shops
And cops watch, innocent niggaz roam in flocks
Romanism in tops, papers and knots
Churches and liquor stores on every corner, plot to get money not
Some funny niggaz act like they could pop glocks and those who can't cop
Sisters givin up ass a lot, brothers givin up cash a lot
They be strugglin to become someone because their parents not
Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle
When the devil uncivils society and die free
With double 'w' followed by j-d around the necks
And wrists the god is now a dog, the earth is called a bitch
And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness
To push a lexus, ice on everythin from rings and braclets to the necklaces
Children molested within these pest infested buildins
Thieves uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilins
Peelin off, but all i see is lost black babies callin
"please somebody save me, please somebody save me"

[chorus x2]

[outro: joan davis]
Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto

[genius/gza]
Who be first to catch this beat down?
My rappages be the source
Ego trip remain victory, and no loss
Rap sheet show you details of wars in streets
Where the most live, catch vibe and blaze heat
Double xl [xxl] kings who rush through, got right on
Quick to stress ya, sound crew to get a mic on
Math lets the plates spin
Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin
The dawn catch fist, keep the paper direct wire
See them jake be tire
Unlike the story that echoes out with chronic liars
Like those who feast on hogs, eat murder dogs
A village voice kid with his heart and soul calm
Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum
Plus the dj claws fiend to scratch them
Thus street team takes shots of criticism
Promotional vehicles wiffin wit mad rhythm
With the lockout of one of our source sports
We spice the stand and launch the stage on the ball court
During the first half, number one draft
Rap lords, swing swords, slam microphone, shatter billboards
Forty-eight in sight, after inhalin the herb
Vision impaired, when the silhouette emerged
One nut out the clan
Get your whole click banned from radio
Pd's cut your raps man
Forcin me to move on from one world to another
On the gulf, from the fuel jet to hover
Take cover wit the radical, urban latino
No hip-hop connection wit us and janet reno
I do an interview and they aim to trace my essence
To know more than is necessary blunts your weapon
My group's nova, remain unsober
And serve high times wit king cobras
I shoulder low-post mc's, your whole style ?lafeast?
Second to get your word up, then the troops unleash
Creative ?low fling?, to the grand opening
Wit my ray gun scoping, you're hoping
Uniforms be fridged when they walk the black beat
In the heat, of razors exposin fresh meat
In bedrock and gambling - rolling stone, out of zone
Where they can't monitor my 'xact poem
Collide wit the tiger beat, rappin raga
Ebony eyes, folks see the saga

[rza]
Eh yo...
Turn my shit up son too
Yo

[gza]
You know exactly what i'm talking about,
Y'know?

[ol' dirty bastard]
I'm gonna crash your crew (x8)

[gza]
Left drink wine, from the purist grapevine
An' rhyme out the mutherfucking mind
Metal shine, light blind, cut the mic line
Catch juice from the ?land fo?
15 twenty inch woofers blow the manhole
Made the street crack, master feedback
?allah masters the beat back?
The crowd look, while the stage shook
Carpenters made errors
Craftsmen had his head severed
Pyroclastic flow, heavy like tonnes of snow
Broke this rhymin' video
Verbal assassin, blastin
Exploit your break through explosively
Echo chamber ate that rap up ferociously
Game controlled, optimize the input channel
I set it relatively high for those on a panel
Cd with the durable, long-life cover
Very similar to no other
I seen a million tryin' to set a flow
Thousands that show
Observe with the patience of watching a flower grow
But one individual thing forgot the ?fri show?
Now his pursuit is not for digress
A special note, thanks for being flank
While journalist's stay runnin' in front of tanks
Blew out first class, came back close cash
Ruff class, surfaces with no math
Military campaign, while shots cause information of the brain
Beat crazy eddie insane
*cra-cra-cra-cra-cra-cra...*
Filled with pain -- niggaz reign

[odb]
I'm gonna crash your crew (x16)

I'm gonna crash your crew

I'm gonna crash your crew

"you never use those shoes, you cant have platinum authority inject me,
Bitch i inject you, with the shit that made you say, yo dirt dogg
Chew-chew-chew...."

I'm gonna crash your crew

[gza]
Bobby said, "fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
You split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compression
When sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you
Bugged out, tryin to think you can match this
The portrait's too graphic
Panaramic view for you, stamp wu
The feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic
We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint
And who the nigga you annoint?
700 volts on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin cascades
Throwin bullets in the air to test wind
And which way the cyclone spins
Counter on clockwise, still civilized
Kill spies on the wall, that still flies all dies

[masta killa]
Give no extension on the lynchin
It's tension if the name of the clan is mentioned
It's the aura that's felt, that causes one to flash his gun
And reveal how he really feel, confirmed
He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough
I'm takin, breakin his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy monday
My ninjas lay in revines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed thru underwater reeds
The enemy walks above, clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes
Shatterin bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments
Of cell, inhale these venomous thoughs that i propel
Thru the north facility, the city must suffer at the hand
Of the chief's command, volts is in
At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses
Deadenin the power from electrical fences
Defences are down, shake a nigga up, bounce him off the sound

[interlude: killah priest of sunz of man]
You know what i'm sayin?
The god ca-diver, in the streets of iris.
We talk about sex, money and drugs.
(ruled by power.) and y'all cats don't know
What it's about. (love and power.)
It goes deeper than what you see on tv.
Killah priest, come on.

[killah priest of sunz of man]
Burnin desire, ebony eyes
Painted toe nails, legacys die
Drivin by the well, egyption queens, arabian shieks
Are paid to knock off rich kings, for the joy some sing
Graveyards filled with scarlet widows, who stabbed they husbands
Sleepin on silk pillows, blood on they robes
Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes
Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats
Like magic wands, castin spells, sendin niggaz to hell
Trappin they souls in realms, baptize em with holy water
Springin on the heads of plenty witches' daughters
Interviews with the richest reporters
Silent nights over the dividers, a 1000 muslim bibles
For the cobler, hebrews flee to the hills of masada
For the love of god, guns make a loud sound
I'ma show you how thugs get down
Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down
Cursed nation, lost generation
X-files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulers
Fallen angels from space intruders
Dyin saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint
See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures
Dissolve it with your 100 proof liqour

[njeri]
Ha, i shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly
Threatenin the lives of those who threaten me
Lessenin my chances of defeat by predeterminin the victory
As taught by sun tzu in the chapter, after the third one
I heard my words shall be bombed, regardless to anything or anyone
I die by the gun, my life has just begun
Thought i was livin all along, but i was wrong
This long road i have to travel in countless battles
These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles
Kings, queens and pharoahs change to cattle
I'm able to subtract the devil's arrow
Singin at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
2 positions, horoscopes and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and christmas carols
Raven images hang from the mantels
Man made slaves and modern day babbles
Raw from africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandals
Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin candles
And rambled thru our castle, leavin niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas like some arab camels
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo
With to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
We went to gretal and the hansel, tricked by this wicked jackel
Children of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind were they lost in this wilderness blind?

Chorus- rza

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the wu we bustin ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Verse 1- hell razah

Here's something to advertise, promote it keep the fan satisfied
Load data for the disc drive, ghetto citywide
Leave em paralyzed,they stolen every word i provide
Without no clearence, i nurture this track like amish parents
Got requests from retail stores, for my appearence
First we target it, then they market it, to kill ya artist wit
The hungry shark, contra hit, whoevers starting shit
Got as many rap soldiers, for how much this record ships
Fuck them niggaz you record with,i make them forfit
Send a bomb rap fed ex into ya office, son we buil and deliver
Came to build with the gza,
Check the chorus from the rza, the real album spitta
Me and my street team be holding congress meetings
Audio visual video treatments internationally speaking
Got managers scared to shop you, ready to drop you
Its the comming of the newest hip hop christ
Pop you, try the bds and soundskins from war fans
Ya whole roster cant take on, one sun of man
Get ya street team,get ya sickest out, put ya posters up
Boost ya bucket up, still razah gonna fuck it up!

Chorus- rza

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the wu we bustin ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop

Verse 2- gza

Industrialize niggaz change soon as ya get in
Throw em on a auction block, ceos bidding
Highest price paid, for them wack rhymes made
It's over rated, cut off, never reinstated
I be fruitful, and multiply with marvelous tales
Feed the hungry mcs and be starving as hell
I laid the first verse and quenched a dry ass niggaz thirst
Who drank my wisdom up like water, till his stomach burst
Full tank, with the premium quallity raps
Mickey mouse niggaz get caught on the trap
Ya cottonelle kids from scottsdale cleanex
Looking like rockwell wearing vnecks
Ya learn from this earn from this
Niggaz getting tossed and turned for this, burned for this
Extort from a thousands degrees of live mcs
I melt ya niggaz down to the size of fleas

Verse 3-timbo king

The microphonus, collect the bonus, aiyo we on this
House niggaz verse the homeless
Ten to one, tim's the one
Royal famous,the verbal painless
The dark gallery, million dollar pictures
Import from poor to riches, leanin on doors
We move across the broklynn bridge doing 60
Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn
The gza/genius, wu-tang we live long

Verse 4- dreddy kruger

True indeed, i hook tracks like my seed
Persona, wack mcs do me notta
King solomon the great,came to evaporate the fake
Yeah you, you know your power-u
Ya reconize the voice, it's that nigga from the wu
Every dart i spit gets mastered and promoted
Ya just been demoted, cause ya sweet and sugar coated
Ya folded, ya style is half stale and molded
So mold it

Chrous- rza

You crunchy chump crabs get crumbled up like crack rock
Fuck wit the wu we bustin ya whole snot box
Throw ya right ear and ya bitch up in a zip lock
Spazzola to ya fury form of hip hop