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Gza – Victim

Featuring Joan Davis Njeri

[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

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Gza – Outro *

Featuring La the Darkman Timbo King

* 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

GZA CDs

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Gza – Mic Trippin

Mic trippin from rock skipping
Off the local brookes not knowing
Heavy weight throwin vocal hooks
Ryming off Apache the Rza scratch thee
Records bar from Home Alone kid known as latchkey
Craig be fantatic crates deep in attics
Forty fives marked up looped with static
Rap ring heavy he’s linkin my chain trucks Chevy
Flare ripped from the magic glare of medoly
But deadly I merge foward with the sharks spear
He must return now his flight departs here
Like sittin bull, I lay with my bow pulled
Arrow poisonous plus my enemies clips full
Stay in a venue, with a party promoters life, parolers
Half the crowd wild, nine Eminem holder
Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers
Intimate footage roll off the cameramans shoulders
Many a thousand famed movin like Leroy
Can’t be one in the same, nah it aint b-boy
The decoy, scan this with hight tech radar
Til my mic strike, leave a steak sized crater
I came into this with the writers block
Took it with a sudden shock on a large flock
Clips are uncut episode, invinciable armor
I blaze one, must of struck a match off my bomber

Injustice, intelligentcube like never
Watch a mega watt bang spot, raise the lever
Its operation cobra, its over
Control the globe slowly, the bold soldier

My rough cut metal tape, quick to break label mates
Won’t hesitate to negotiate your table steak
First lesseon came from a session, room one
From the longest awaited, but the strongest made it
Complex, complicated, compressed elongated
Homicidial sub-title, Wu claw banga off the ocean shore
Kid jaw, cut with the jig-saw
Intern engineer, best on the U
Make the mic booth bulletproof from sparked wires
From autofire, rapid from the verbalist slangsters gat
Two hit Tucker she labeled it gangstar rap
Unseen heard, struck the vital nerves
Some sort, courts got papers to serve
Still bang em in the head, just lead no eraser
One shot, no chaser, who gonna replace her
Your plush drunk swinging your keys on your index
Showin off your Rolex
Didnt see the joe text, you filmed it on bolex,
Smashed with the largest full finger name ringer,life clinger

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Gza – Hip Hop Fury

Featuring Dreddy Kruger Hell Razah RZA Timbo King

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

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Gza – High Price Small Reward

Featuring Masta Killa

[GZA]
I wiped the chrome off wit the dust cloth
‘Fore I bust off
What’s the cause life loss high price to pay
For a small reward kill for that Bushwick and Horsely broad
I provided the jump cables through to boost the mini pack
Based on the drama unfolding in a track
I dont’ hold back I spare no one
Swords swing like shogun now who want it?
You see the truth then act upon it
Or feel the fire’s fore view
Ain’t a MC that I hit can pull through
That niggas are like kid, flashin plastic tools
Unaware of the most-year dynastic rule, what stupid!

[Masta Killa]
Without a doubt, it’s in the heart where the best darts were written
Sittin at the window of the grand old earths

Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat
Cuz some savage niggas are lost beyond reach
Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance
Left to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men
Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders
One-twenty bomb holders let em off and explode
The battefield haunting the daunting
Wu-Tang dance deadly emits six pence
Spiral rifle, barrel pointed, elastic noose
Plastic head wrapped stifle, survival
Tribal, title secret rival
?Archual? subliminal message throwin
Bitch niggas holdin on labels
Mic cables, capable of slowin down jets on deck
Fuckin you straight through continuously
Justice, wit more of the critical penital
Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
Drummer bills is the street prophecies fulfilled
Better chill, currents to the invited
Bang for the ‘phones, live niggas on they way home
Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn

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Gza – Feel Like An Enemy

Featuring Hell Razah Killah Priest Prodigal Sun Trigga

[Hell Razah]
Yeah yeah yo
I’m like a whirlwind spinnin wit words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
We complete like the solar system
Play your space I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks
Everyday be a court date recorded on tape
Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight
We negotiate wit .38′s in a ?nor? face
GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin you all
I’m the virus in the street that’ll get in your paws
See me jumpin outta four-doors wit my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don’t know laws
You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard
Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabee, K-P-P rapidly
Aiyyo Prodical, niggas is charged wit blasphemy

Chorus [Hell Razah]
AND ALL THAT HARD ROCK SHIT (charged wit blasphemy)
AND IF YOU’RE FEELIN LIKE AN ENEMY (come after me)

[Killah Priest]
I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
Vent poison in the ears of the ?grown-z’s? dead head for years
Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs
Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear
Shots were fired in the darkest moments
Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, days of atonement
Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone wit
Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs
Drunk a cup of blood
We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug
We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up

I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas
I seen my friend fall, clutchin holdin his stomach
Caught him off-guard, foldin his hundred
It’s like a life never ends, never know when it’s comin

[Trigga]
Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent
Live from medalion, ?nometry? dealin equality
You could stop to see profiles of me
Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me
Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree
Complete the formation, salute the salvation
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin
No misbehavin, lyrical affiliation
Artist in occupation together maintainin
Brain stainin, metaphor mutilatin
This generation, a misleading calculation
No elevation, time wastin and live chasin

[Prodigal Sun]
A day and night crime scene, livin in the time machine
Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life wit jux and bloody heist
It’s a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price
In this hell puzzle filled wit bitches, money and trouble
Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin up the hustle
It’s a struggle, in jungle wit sin we fondle men
Plus a prison, ain’t no division and no religion
And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
Cash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal
Son, I promise you, you won’t live to see tomorrow
Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo
I’m a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo
(Let’s mark that ass nigga)

Chorus 3x

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Gza – Crash Your Crew

Featuring Ol’ Dirty Bastard

[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

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Gza – Breaker Breaker

[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 mass of twelve welders
The math of an elder, praise the lord
Thank you Genius, operation project England
Commander-n-chief of flight style, check the air craft
Glide like the frisbee, Digi look Disney
The check false in ones self is pure loveliness
You break the mirror that remind you of your ugliness
So when I bust, no one is in touch
Some returning with the mic clutched like such
Fool plan but didn’t 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, travelling on a horse
On a battle field surrounded by the lost
Of those who plotted with the brains of animals
My high molecular structure be untangible
The name ring the bell, killable two syllable
The Wu is coming thru, the outcome is critical
To be blunt, the beef was cooked up like coke good
The rhyme first came to me in the oak woods
Up to no good, rap icon
Note the industry like the wall street junk bomb

You see the mic shown, I got your height sewn
Direct currents that move thru 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

[Chorus x2]

[GZA]
The immortality of my fame is the measure
Of other’s torture, burnt offer from a flaming author
The falconer who flies enough birds for the chase
Strictly excel in what is excellence with grace
The significance was not the vocal applause of entrance
But the felling that exits, completion of my sentence
With aging experience, my reason ripens
Strike on your vikings, clash like a hyphen
If you enter the house of fortune, I vacate the pleasure
You will leave by sorrow, the flow measures
Everything fails with the unfortunate
Learned that recording it, so my mind brought in it
Track records rank us with the exceptional
Extreme complex physics, high technical
The truth is usually seen and rarely heard
Was more dangerous than hatred, is the word
You wild cards jack up all trades
Those who parade their positions, show the spade
A large flock of MC’s, they figure to be taught
It ain’t hard to see why I’m vigorously saught

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: GZA]
Breaker, breaker, one nine
Breaker, breaker, one nine

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Gza – Beneath The Surface

Featuring Killah Priest RES

[GZA]
On a man made lake there’s a sheet of thin ice
Where unskilled skaters couldn’t figure 8 twice
At 16 uncut direct from the cult
Head on assault the result death by the bolt
In a vote it spoke aboat the average loss commission
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision
Like a plane crash from a bomb blast
Special broadcast slot time with con cash
It kept the jury quiet, and now a riot will form
While satanic man, now hang in his dorm
I swing, on you fake, radio personalities
Boost ya ratings, but hypes behind casualties
Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play
Instantly, slap ya fire like it’s Palm Sunday
I fashion the first tool, from the elements
The earth use, and built it to a complex
Network, of communications, you’re up against a hopeless, situation
I screen every vehicle, through enemy observation
Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror
Increase the force significantly, change the error
Check my wind pattern, it’s headin west
Success is freedom, failure could mean death
Humans sweat, aim shovels
Dig up the debris and rubbel
Permanent, damage caused by the double-
U, Now who, cowardly urge you to merge through
And think the workers’ll serve you
Signin marvel, who just dropped the next novel
Worldwide, practically marred in marble
His accountless, amount of MC’s I saved
And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave

[Chorus: RES sample]
Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie?
It seems our world is worthless, like we’re pawns beneath the sky
Change the race by reason, and ashes just the wind

The left is so our we’re breathin, keep ourself from givin in

[Killah Priest of Sunz Of Man]
Love and hatred, home is most sacred
Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis
Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with
Guns we played with, niggas I relate with
We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the Feds
Sent out secretly to take my head
I lay back and meditate to the words they say
Skip town for a mutten goofy dred
Had a friend tell my family I was dead
Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves
Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me
Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just a near thought of me
Like Solomon, spoke bluntly
Told the word I’m black and calmly
Howls from the grave haunt me
The smell of death’s upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi
Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings
Who sold everything, on a quest for god’s divine
Slept in caves to get a clear mind
Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and the sun rise
I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds
Been in the mouth of many leopards
Felt the death kiss, of Satan’s mistress
Walked the vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan scriptures
True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and ifflicted
Candles lit, gamble with a bitch
Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft cause hide claws
Bees with sweet honey in they mouth
Have bitter stingers at they tail
Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell
Embracing her was like embracing a 3rd world

[Chorus]

[Outro: RES sample]
Scratch underneath the surface

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Gwyneth Paltrow – Just My Imagination

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Verse 1 Gwyneth Paltrow

Each day through my window
I watch him as he passes by
I say to myself
I’m so lucky he’s so fly
To have a boy like him
Is truly a dream come true
Out of all the girlies in the world
He belongs to you

Chorus

But it was just my imagination
Runnin away with me
Tell you it was just my imagination
Running away with me

Verse 2 Babyface

Soon we’ll be married
And raise a family (oh yea..)
Have a cozy little crib in the country
With two children maybe three
I tell you I….
Can raise your lies down baby
It couldn’t be a dream
Cause too real it all seems
Oooohhhh……..

Chorus

But it was just my imagination (once again yea)
Runnin away with me (running away with me)
Tell you it was just my imagination
Running away with me (away with me yea)

Verse 3-Gwyneth Paltrow and Babyface

Everynight on my knees I pray
Dear lord hear my plea yea
Don’t ever let another
Take his love from me
Or I will surely die
Heavenly (heavenly) when your arms unfold me
I hear the tender upsity
But in reality
He doesn’t even know me

Chorus

But it was just my imagination (ohh, so fly look out my window)
Runnin away with me (It’s running away with me baby)
Just my imagination (runnin away)
Running away with me (my baby, my sugar, my sweetie, look at my baby)

Just my imagination (ohh, soo fly look out my window)
Runnin away with me (It’s runnin away with me)
Just my imagination (yeeaaaa)
Running away with me (my baby, my sugar, my sweetie, look at my baby)

Just my imagination (ohh, soo fly look out my window)
Runnin away with me (It’s runnin away with me)
Just my imagination (yeeaaaa)

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