| Song | Auto Bio |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Legend of the Liquid Sword |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Grice | |
| [GZA] I was born, with the mic in my hand | |
| Then I took it from | |
| Medina, to the | |
| S.I. land | |
| I pulled up on the block, got out the truck, it was the first of pit stops | |
| The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop | |
| That was somethin', | |
| I had identified with | |
| So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then | |
| Myself and | |
| RZA, made trips to the | |
| B.X. A mass of ferocious | |
| M.C.'s the talent | |
| T-Rex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day | |
| We knew we would get a reward wit a price to pay | |
| The basic training was beyond entertainin | |
| Just the cadence of the verbal expressions, self explainin' | |
| Wore my boots out in constant walks across the borough | |
| Tore the troops out the frame when they challenged the most thorough | |
| From well concealed firing positions we let off the most | |
| Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast | |
| They say I rhyme like the bank thats stopped | |
| Cause M.C.'s be more shook then the dice thats dropped | |
| Especially if | |
| I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven | |
| Cause what the | |
| GZA holdin', that keep a nigga movin' | |
| I walk Broadway, from | |
| Quincy to | |
| Myrtle Back to | |
| Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be | |
| They heard the | |
| Legend, run to the reverend | |
| With headaches and blackouts, worse then seven seven [Chorus: GZA] | |
| And when my job is done then it's time to give those that's comin' up some run | |
| So you can see where they from, from, from... | |
| And since the product is good | |
| We gonna slang it from the slums of the hill of the hood ' | |
| Til it's understood [GZA] | |
| We still searched through the crates for songs thats just breaks | |
| At times we played legendary battles on tapes | |
| Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords | |
| Energy that was stored, we rained and just poured | |
| On cats and dog water that, flooded the stares | |
| The violence of nature had trigged the violence of man | |
| That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats | |
| Publicized regrets, wanted alive or dead | |
| A hand fall recovered from the dramatic plunge | |
| While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues | |
| Since the competition already slayed em in the scrimmage | |
| He continued to tarnish that already faded image | |
| In this sport, when they come short, majors don't need 'em | |
| Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom | |
| The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke | |
| Like too many tokes, that'll recharge y' growth | |
| This Witty | |
| Unpredictable | |
| Talent All | |
| Natural Game wit non additive slang, it's all actual fact | |
| The high roller knock the chip off y shoulder | |
| Strike like the perfect bowler, the catastrophic damage from what was hard to manage, punishment, swift and sudden | |
| Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak | |
| Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak [Chorus] |
| zuo ci : Grice | |
| GZA I was born, with the mic in my hand | |
| Then I took it from | |
| Medina, to the | |
| S. I. land | |
| I pulled up on the block, got out the truck, it was the first of pit stops | |
| The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop | |
| That was somethin', | |
| I had identified with | |
| So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then | |
| Myself and | |
| RZA, made trips to the | |
| B. X. A mass of ferocious | |
| M. C.' s the talent | |
| TRex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day | |
| We knew we would get a reward wit a price to pay | |
| The basic training was beyond entertainin | |
| Just the cadence of the verbal expressions, self explainin' | |
| Wore my boots out in constant walks across the borough | |
| Tore the troops out the frame when they challenged the most thorough | |
| From well concealed firing positions we let off the most | |
| Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast | |
| They say I rhyme like the bank thats stopped | |
| Cause M. C.' s be more shook then the dice thats dropped | |
| Especially if | |
| I' m rollin', then the point is definitely proven | |
| Cause what the | |
| GZA holdin', that keep a nigga movin' | |
| I walk Broadway, from | |
| Quincy to | |
| Myrtle Back to | |
| Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be | |
| They heard the | |
| Legend, run to the reverend | |
| With headaches and blackouts, worse then seven seven Chorus: GZA | |
| And when my job is done then it' s time to give those that' s comin' up some run | |
| So you can see where they from, from, from... | |
| And since the product is good | |
| We gonna slang it from the slums of the hill of the hood ' | |
| Til it' s understood GZA | |
| We still searched through the crates for songs thats just breaks | |
| At times we played legendary battles on tapes | |
| Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords | |
| Energy that was stored, we rained and just poured | |
| On cats and dog water that, flooded the stares | |
| The violence of nature had trigged the violence of man | |
| That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats | |
| Publicized regrets, wanted alive or dead | |
| A hand fall recovered from the dramatic plunge | |
| While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues | |
| Since the competition already slayed em in the scrimmage | |
| He continued to tarnish that already faded image | |
| In this sport, when they come short, majors don' t need ' em | |
| Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom | |
| The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke | |
| Like too many tokes, that' ll recharge y' growth | |
| This Witty | |
| Unpredictable | |
| Talent All | |
| Natural Game wit non additive slang, it' s all actual fact | |
| The high roller knock the chip off y shoulder | |
| Strike like the perfect bowler, the catastrophic damage from what was hard to manage, punishment, swift and sudden | |
| Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can' t speak | |
| Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak Chorus |
| zuò cí : Grice | |
| GZA I was born, with the mic in my hand | |
| Then I took it from | |
| Medina, to the | |
| S. I. land | |
| I pulled up on the block, got out the truck, it was the first of pit stops | |
| The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop | |
| That was somethin', | |
| I had identified with | |
| So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then | |
| Myself and | |
| RZA, made trips to the | |
| B. X. A mass of ferocious | |
| M. C.' s the talent | |
| TRex Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day | |
| We knew we would get a reward wit a price to pay | |
| The basic training was beyond entertainin | |
| Just the cadence of the verbal expressions, self explainin' | |
| Wore my boots out in constant walks across the borough | |
| Tore the troops out the frame when they challenged the most thorough | |
| From well concealed firing positions we let off the most | |
| Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast | |
| They say I rhyme like the bank thats stopped | |
| Cause M. C.' s be more shook then the dice thats dropped | |
| Especially if | |
| I' m rollin', then the point is definitely proven | |
| Cause what the | |
| GZA holdin', that keep a nigga movin' | |
| I walk Broadway, from | |
| Quincy to | |
| Myrtle Back to | |
| Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be | |
| They heard the | |
| Legend, run to the reverend | |
| With headaches and blackouts, worse then seven seven Chorus: GZA | |
| And when my job is done then it' s time to give those that' s comin' up some run | |
| So you can see where they from, from, from... | |
| And since the product is good | |
| We gonna slang it from the slums of the hill of the hood ' | |
| Til it' s understood GZA | |
| We still searched through the crates for songs thats just breaks | |
| At times we played legendary battles on tapes | |
| Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords | |
| Energy that was stored, we rained and just poured | |
| On cats and dog water that, flooded the stares | |
| The violence of nature had trigged the violence of man | |
| That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats | |
| Publicized regrets, wanted alive or dead | |
| A hand fall recovered from the dramatic plunge | |
| While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues | |
| Since the competition already slayed em in the scrimmage | |
| He continued to tarnish that already faded image | |
| In this sport, when they come short, majors don' t need ' em | |
| Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom | |
| The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke | |
| Like too many tokes, that' ll recharge y' growth | |
| This Witty | |
| Unpredictable | |
| Talent All | |
| Natural Game wit non additive slang, it' s all actual fact | |
| The high roller knock the chip off y shoulder | |
| Strike like the perfect bowler, the catastrophic damage from what was hard to manage, punishment, swift and sudden | |
| Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can' t speak | |
| Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak Chorus |