Verses lyrics

Artist  : Genius-gza 
Song : Verses



 Send "Verses" Ringtone to your Cell 

 (featuring La The Darkman, Ras Kass &
Scaramanga Shallah) 



[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)]

Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra)

Wu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of
me)

Nigga, L.A.D. (six times ill)

Rest in peace O.D.B. (La the Dark, Sun large)

GZA, Ras Kass, yeah (what's up, Wu-Universal)

Legendary...



[Scaramanga Shallah]

Now it's the real beginning of the pages of
Shams

Spit that heat rock, that make fiends make vapors
of grams

Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of
sands

Valleys and trunks, I got the mack ten

We can hit the alley with iron and thumper

Take it to the hands like the brand new
Leonard

Niggaz goin' no mas, when the bullets go in
him

You dealing with a night stick toker

The ice pick poker, trust, you ain't like this
joker

And the set, devoted to opening your neck

With the tech, as you sit in a Lex'

Your next move, is slipping, your last move is
shitting

As your body gets soft, the shotty went off

Little soldiers, you're out of position

Guns go off, Shams is a greatest fan

A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost

White five, black five, with dollars to toss

Twisted by the dark side of the force

Black biscuit, by park side in a Porsche

You're off sides in the fort

We are survivors of the war of good and evil

I'm in the hood, in the hood with a desert
eagle

With my Brooklyn peoples, now feel it..



[La the Darkman]

Darkman, my persona's like Tony Montana

How we used to sniff coke, how I puff
marijuana

Try, play me today, I'mma kill you manana

From, far with the K, or up close with the
llama

I'm like an African king in a castle in Guana

Chest dripping with jewels, one hell of a
rhymer

Study lessons in Athena, building with an old
timer

So I, always been wise ever since a young
minor

Get CREAM by any means, follow Malcolm X
theme

So I'm often posted, in a rumor with that
thing

Got a limited support from the Sing Sing
regime

I'm Hannibal Smith and they like the A-Team

Keep my head on the swivel, when I serve a dope
fiend

Upgraded, to a digital, from a triple beam

Fucking with me, you better be real as you can
be

La Trapacanti, a well known rhyme general



[Ras Kass]

Who say Ras Kass don't spit fire, he a liar

That's like your favorite rap star claiming he
gon' retire

When you mention me, not about penitentiary

Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second
century

Ahead of my time, school niggaz like Timbuktu

Cuz I'm original, like rap feeling the jewel

Galosh us by boom fool, buyers, fuck you

Try us, fuck you, you die, y'all got gats, but
him buck too, nigga

Sip the Grey Goose, and conned it, they know the
room service

In Hotel Rwanda, reminder to honor these street
scholars

Who ask why U.S. Defense is twenty percent of the
tax dollar

Bush gave 6.46 billion to Halle Burton

For troops support efforts in Iraq

Meanwhile, the hood is hurting, please believe
that

The rape over, Chaney talking, 25 dollars for a
case of soda

Draining tax payers, eighty five thousand dollar
oil filters

But won't pay they soldiers, Halle Burton workers
make

Fourteen thousand dollars a month, privates earn
thirteen g's a year

Please who 25 extra, taking fire in combat

Recruit all the niggaz, that die from where I'm
at

18 years old, talking 'Kill, where Saddam
at?'

But can't have a gat, to protect where my moms
at

I love to crunk, so what, plus I'm gangsta
enough

To piss in pimping cans, pimp cup, rack again and
pump it up

How bitches still get fucked, niggaz just want a
forty and a blunt



[GZA]

Yo, these youngsters they grow up on the
block

With the product in they socks, and the fully
loaded glocks

Too many die in vein, and it's a crying shame

The murders and the hustles, won't stop as they
shoot for the top

Acquiring apparel, through growth and
development

On they most dangerous missions, excuses were
irrelevant

The brutality of war, never changes

And the out of control desire to win, makes it
dangerous

Fire engulfed the set, they feel the threat,
greater than

What they ever had, experienced yet

Indictments, sparked excitement, and the thrill
to kill

Suddenly they felt the need for a challenge in
they field

The great boundaries of both man and machine

Can have one at the point, to murder all in
between

Yellow tape scene, dead teen, the mob was his
idol

Giving a grim new meaning to the neighborhood's
title, what's up?