| Song | High Price, Small Reward |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Beneath the Surface |
| 作词 : Bean, Grice, Turner | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Bean, Grice, Turner | |
| 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 minipack | |
| 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 mostyear 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 | |
| Onetwenty bomb holders let em off and explode | |
| The battefield haunting the daunting | |
| Wutang 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 |