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Grid Iron Rap

GZA

Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 2

2004

look, actin crook
Betty shook worm, tryin to shake the hook as the world turn
Nigga burn, once again the Super Sperm, rub it in
Your skin, like it's

Cut a nigga hand off he try to take mine 
Snakes in the grass name swinging through the grapevines
Bitch I'm from the dirt was raised by a bunch

pics with yo butt up
So you shut the fuck up
I'm so fly catch a flight on a late night
Give her great pipe
Trynna go 5 rounds like a heavyweight fight
I

To 5, no sunlight all day
Once I thought it worth it for astronomical pay
My Mom asks, "Why, son?"... I draw a blank
I rush home to my room, destroy

two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job
Don't give two fuck about the law
Don't give two fuck I'm on my job

Middle finger to the 5-0
I

we yellin play ball
We on the road to riches, smokin swishers by the Great Wall
I'll take a quick trip on a trip and fuck the next stop
Ain't trippin

drippin blue homeboy lookin like he ballin
Got the tints at 5 percent he came in bumpin 50 cent
I cant wait to hit this lick, make him think of many men

make him go stupid when he know he know better
I'm up the game by 5 headers, but I let him think he clever
Give me whatever whenever, he eat this cookie

that ain't usual what you do with that body
Keep passing me Bye
I die each time that you walk by me Love
Buy me time or supply me drugs then I'll be good

woccy gotta ask em him who he bang wit
Maniac TOD I'm onnat same shit
Quick to load the tool up an go kill a lame quick
Riding fast in a drop top by yo

here catching flights
Relax by the pool talking business wit' my wife
Pink pussypills while I fuck her from the side
Roll a 'wood up just to add a lil'

not even 5cent
Seen a nigga at the grocery store damn near whacked him
Cause he out here with the ops double backing
Boy ain't even know I was there

that's heaven-sent won't settle when I'm better than
Your biases of who's equipped to get lit
I'll fire wit missiles till retirement produced by my

some trophies
I smoke by my lonely, this one of one
I don't find home in your homies
See the hoe in your homies
I ain’t beefin’ with blacks and latinos

Hard times it’s just me an nobody else.
Tuff round your gang but what can u do when your by yourself. It was me vs the commonwealth. 10 cent a hour

the found you twitching/
Start to tripping, once they found out that ya fucking heart was missing;
Nickels into dimes, five times, like im 50 cent/
Hell bent,

cents no more I ain't fifty niga
She say her pussy sweet I won't survive in that Candy Land
I made her scream my name in triplets call me Candyman
Fuck

or brisk
Cashier handle the tax, cause all niggas had was cents
Homies take different routes home as it pour
Down with the rain, and later on they texting

funny, thought that shit would make me mad

Broke niggas acting funny, tryna  catch a piggy back
I ain't ask you for your two cents, you can have yo

and Evan
This tape made the market crash, feel like it's '07
Wait '08, like it's followed by 11
Cause we up late, working 9 to 5
We're unheard of, like

yelled
Into a microphone
Once again there was much applauding
I did not join in however
We were then informed that sixty-one people were participating in

Baby come pour me some lean I wanna feel like I'm in space again
AMG G63 this spaceships not for a alien
G Cutz just gave me a trim but I think that

refuses to stop.
Many many years later I heard Freezing Moon by Mayhem and these words jumped out: 
 the cemetery lights up again, eternity opens
and I say

But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise