Highway Robbery Lyrics
| Song | Highway Robbery |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Legend of the Liquid Sword |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ansari, Grice | |
| [GZA] An M | |
| C stepped to me, lying about one | |
| Kid that rolled with him who died in the outcome | |
| Thinking he could get with me, gain victory | |
| When the season's all on his beef was hickory | |
| The situation at hand still remained critical | |
| The check analytical, reaction was pitiful | |
| He pushed his pawn up, yo that's a wrong move | |
| A hog move, some rap cat on dog food | |
| Microphone competition we devour | |
| You pull plugs but take no source of power | |
| Cause then in | |
| MCing, the contours of the land | |
| Intricate architects that's linked to a plan | |
| The W U hyphen | |
| T A N G My rap flow automatic and never empty | |
| Don't tempt me, quick to bust off another | |
| Flee in that direction you could get it from my brother | |
| At least then you know that you up against | |
| G-O-D So when we throw those grenades you better be | |
| Ready, not iced out and petty | |
| Netfall couldn't match one oil drop from | |
| Getty That's ran by the icon who just left | |
| Exxon And spilled oil so he could cash checks on | |
| The strength cause local niggas be hating | |
| But the sound still travels from state to state and | |
| No dress code, boot, hats and all metal | |
| Strictly hip hop underground and all ghetto | |
| So catch it, throw it on your plate and scratch it | |
| Mix that [shit], y'all niggas can't do [shit] [Chorus 2X: Governor Two's] | |
| Stick it up like it's a highway robbery | |
| True gangstas we run | |
| New York City | |
| We come fi takeover the industry | |
| Cause you know them have fi too 'fraid of we [GZA] | |
| How come so much rap [shit] sound so similar | |
| Is it confusing for you to remember the | |
| Originator, paint sprayer, crafts innovators | |
| Quick close ups of the artform's lightsabers | |
| From tapes to decks, beats with raps, streets with gats | |
| Speaking of tracks, | |
| I've ran plenty laps | |
| The crates were packed, | |
| Farms were | |
| Phat Thieves would chat to stab my back, detect many traps | |
| Hazardous enterprise, the youths energized | |
| Not seeing the truth till it's in your eyes | |
| Burning, you learning to power your rhyme | |
| Exert maximum damage in minimum time | |
| Road L's are lit, my spears start to hit | |
| Strange translation of words of wit | |
| Through the cable transmit' and once the shoe fit | |
| Unlock the secret of prophecies and that's it | |
| Stay submerged deep as we cruise the seas | |
| Beneath the | |
| Surface just like | |
| Adidas and | |
| Lee's Or a croke head that used to walked the length | |
| From Brooklyn to get a beat on 43rd and 10th | |
| And that's just a short trip to flip without a whip | |
| Tried to shop this most extravagant gift | |
| To a cat who wasn't hemped and never opened doors | |
| Till he accidently seen it on the shelves of stores | |
| That's more frightning than strikes of lightning | |
| Tearing up the storm in your average college dorm | |
| So think about it when you trying to flow | |
| When you wanna step to us | |
| I think you should know |
| zuo ci : Ansari, Grice | |
| GZA An M | |
| C stepped to me, lying about one | |
| Kid that rolled with him who died in the outcome | |
| Thinking he could get with me, gain victory | |
| When the season' s all on his beef was hickory | |
| The situation at hand still remained critical | |
| The check analytical, reaction was pitiful | |
| He pushed his pawn up, yo that' s a wrong move | |
| A hog move, some rap cat on dog food | |
| Microphone competition we devour | |
| You pull plugs but take no source of power | |
| Cause then in | |
| MCing, the contours of the land | |
| Intricate architects that' s linked to a plan | |
| The W U hyphen | |
| T A N G My rap flow automatic and never empty | |
| Don' t tempt me, quick to bust off another | |
| Flee in that direction you could get it from my brother | |
| At least then you know that you up against | |
| GOD So when we throw those grenades you better be | |
| Ready, not iced out and petty | |
| Netfall couldn' t match one oil drop from | |
| Getty That' s ran by the icon who just left | |
| Exxon And spilled oil so he could cash checks on | |
| The strength cause local niggas be hating | |
| But the sound still travels from state to state and | |
| No dress code, boot, hats and all metal | |
| Strictly hip hop underground and all ghetto | |
| So catch it, throw it on your plate and scratch it | |
| Mix that shit, y' all niggas can' t do shit Chorus 2X: Governor Two' s | |
| Stick it up like it' s a highway robbery | |
| True gangstas we run | |
| New York City | |
| We come fi takeover the industry | |
| Cause you know them have fi too ' fraid of we GZA | |
| How come so much rap shit sound so similar | |
| Is it confusing for you to remember the | |
| Originator, paint sprayer, crafts innovators | |
| Quick close ups of the artform' s lightsabers | |
| From tapes to decks, beats with raps, streets with gats | |
| Speaking of tracks, | |
| I' ve ran plenty laps | |
| The crates were packed, | |
| Farms were | |
| Phat Thieves would chat to stab my back, detect many traps | |
| Hazardous enterprise, the youths energized | |
| Not seeing the truth till it' s in your eyes | |
| Burning, you learning to power your rhyme | |
| Exert maximum damage in minimum time | |
| Road L' s are lit, my spears start to hit | |
| Strange translation of words of wit | |
| Through the cable transmit' and once the shoe fit | |
| Unlock the secret of prophecies and that' s it | |
| Stay submerged deep as we cruise the seas | |
| Beneath the | |
| Surface just like | |
| Adidas and | |
| Lee' s Or a croke head that used to walked the length | |
| From Brooklyn to get a beat on 43rd and 10th | |
| And that' s just a short trip to flip without a whip | |
| Tried to shop this most extravagant gift | |
| To a cat who wasn' t hemped and never opened doors | |
| Till he accidently seen it on the shelves of stores | |
| That' s more frightning than strikes of lightning | |
| Tearing up the storm in your average college dorm | |
| So think about it when you trying to flow | |
| When you wanna step to us | |
| I think you should know |
| zuò cí : Ansari, Grice | |
| GZA An M | |
| C stepped to me, lying about one | |
| Kid that rolled with him who died in the outcome | |
| Thinking he could get with me, gain victory | |
| When the season' s all on his beef was hickory | |
| The situation at hand still remained critical | |
| The check analytical, reaction was pitiful | |
| He pushed his pawn up, yo that' s a wrong move | |
| A hog move, some rap cat on dog food | |
| Microphone competition we devour | |
| You pull plugs but take no source of power | |
| Cause then in | |
| MCing, the contours of the land | |
| Intricate architects that' s linked to a plan | |
| The W U hyphen | |
| T A N G My rap flow automatic and never empty | |
| Don' t tempt me, quick to bust off another | |
| Flee in that direction you could get it from my brother | |
| At least then you know that you up against | |
| GOD So when we throw those grenades you better be | |
| Ready, not iced out and petty | |
| Netfall couldn' t match one oil drop from | |
| Getty That' s ran by the icon who just left | |
| Exxon And spilled oil so he could cash checks on | |
| The strength cause local niggas be hating | |
| But the sound still travels from state to state and | |
| No dress code, boot, hats and all metal | |
| Strictly hip hop underground and all ghetto | |
| So catch it, throw it on your plate and scratch it | |
| Mix that shit, y' all niggas can' t do shit Chorus 2X: Governor Two' s | |
| Stick it up like it' s a highway robbery | |
| True gangstas we run | |
| New York City | |
| We come fi takeover the industry | |
| Cause you know them have fi too ' fraid of we GZA | |
| How come so much rap shit sound so similar | |
| Is it confusing for you to remember the | |
| Originator, paint sprayer, crafts innovators | |
| Quick close ups of the artform' s lightsabers | |
| From tapes to decks, beats with raps, streets with gats | |
| Speaking of tracks, | |
| I' ve ran plenty laps | |
| The crates were packed, | |
| Farms were | |
| Phat Thieves would chat to stab my back, detect many traps | |
| Hazardous enterprise, the youths energized | |
| Not seeing the truth till it' s in your eyes | |
| Burning, you learning to power your rhyme | |
| Exert maximum damage in minimum time | |
| Road L' s are lit, my spears start to hit | |
| Strange translation of words of wit | |
| Through the cable transmit' and once the shoe fit | |
| Unlock the secret of prophecies and that' s it | |
| Stay submerged deep as we cruise the seas | |
| Beneath the | |
| Surface just like | |
| Adidas and | |
| Lee' s Or a croke head that used to walked the length | |
| From Brooklyn to get a beat on 43rd and 10th | |
| And that' s just a short trip to flip without a whip | |
| Tried to shop this most extravagant gift | |
| To a cat who wasn' t hemped and never opened doors | |
| Till he accidently seen it on the shelves of stores | |
| That' s more frightning than strikes of lightning | |
| Tearing up the storm in your average college dorm | |
| So think about it when you trying to flow | |
| When you wanna step to us | |
| I think you should know |
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