Rough Cut chords by GZA, The Genius
Verse 1
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Listen, if y 'all can spit, we can spit
Please get it together,
cause anything you can do,
I can do better
Your image, material looks,
hiding behind hooks
Raised to fear no one but self,
who's shook?
Bring the plague like the revelations
in the holy book
Whose spot you stood,
duke off the hook
I'm from the land of the crook,
life quick
Gaug
Better known as the brook,
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rather take the length
There's a lot of wack records,
but this ain't one of them
DJs off the books, go ahead,
put the gun to them
All group EMCs,
I'm bout to start stunnin' them
Gaug
Don't matter what crew,
G
every last one of them
It's gettin' crowded in here,
some acts gotta go
Let's start by eliminating
groups that can't flow
I better mill my deal,
my career with no fear
Em
Then none of y 'all goop can
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touch what's over here
These rough cut metal tapes,
quick to break
Your label mates won't hesitate
Negotiate your table stakes
You can't flow right, put me on no night
In slow light, you need to get
your show tight
No justice, how many MCs
must get pistol whipped?
Cracked faces with bottles of crisp
Hollow tips, gobbled lips
That's the penalty for
poppin' that shit
Banishing the colorless whip
Bags of drip, do rags and clips
Tag the strip,
you had the chance to advance
Kid, I'm sorry for
the f***s in your head
Son, it's the way of the street merchant
Live by the laws, die by the rules
How many played a part of a fool?
Now hear these dudes from Awaz King,
see what my eyes seen
Ten years supreme, the theme,
we sizzling, the triple cream
I cripple off that digital green, visual scene
Gaug
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Roll footage on your video screen,
glow control
Two on the road, we never fold,
snub, react
Gizemac, eliminate tracks,
stimulate facts
Sardini, get that in black
Now watch me add to the kingdom of rap
Give me a beat,
still in battles like a thief
Don't count more than
Jason in part three
Stable, own a graveyard
and it's labeled
Dumb -dumbs in battle,
12 o 'clock, now I'm disabled
So what? Locked up and made
the b**** clap
That was because them stout clothes,
not them raps
Ain't that s**t, Roswell Colden?
Should've brung a mirror,
cause the lyrics wasn't rollin'
My rhymes was all that
and yours ain't s**t
And at a party, your b****
takin' crazy flicks of me
She said I was a s**t celebrity
But I'm from the slums
with the bums drinkin' Hennessy
Take a sip of some Jamaican rum
Put fire to my long -tongued
teeth and gums
When it comes up, I'm up,
hot and it burns
Make fools out of me like I'm Hollister
These rough -cut metal tapes
Put to break your label mates
Won't hesitate,
negotiate your table stakes
You can't blow right up,
put me on no night
It's slow like it even get
your shell tight
These rough -cut metal tapes
Put to break your label mates
Won't hesitate,
negotiate your table stakes
You can't blow right up,
put me on no night
You're slow like you need
Outro 1
to get your show tight
G
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