Rough Cut lyrics

Artist  : Gza 
Song : Rough Cut



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 f/ Armel, Two on the Road



[Intro: Armel]

Uh-huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh



[Armel]

Listen, if ya'll can spit, we can spit, please
get it together

Cuz anything you can do, I can do better

Your imagine material looks, hotter behind
looks

Raise the fear, no one, but self, who's
shook?

Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy
book

Who's spot you took? Duke off the hook

I'm from the land of the crook, life quit the
end

Better known as the Brook, rather tape then
lend

There's a lot of wack records, but this ain't one
of them

DJ's off the books, go 'head put the gun at
them

All groupie M.C.'s, I'm bout to start stunnin'
'em

Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em

It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to
go

Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't
flow

I better meal my deal, my career with no fear

That none of ya'll group can touch what's over
here



[Chorus: GZA]

These rough cut metal tapes

Quick to break your label mates, won't
hesitate

Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow
right

Or fuck with me on no night

Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show
right



[Prodigal Sunn]

Yo Justice, how many M.C.'s must get pistol
whipped?

Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips
gobble lips

That's the penalty for poppin' that shit

Vanish in a colorless whip, bags of grip

Doo-rags and clips, tag the strip

You had the chance to advance, I'm sorry for the
holes in

your hip

Son, It's the way of the street merchant, live by
the laws,

die by the rules

My gleam play the part of a fool

Now hear these jewels from a wise king, see what
my eyes seen

Ten year supreme, the theme, we sizzle-line and
triple CREAM

My grip'll off that digital bream, visual
scene

Roll footage on your video screen

Globe patrol, Two On The Road, we never fold

Snub react, GZA mack eliminate tracks

Stimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, gifted and
black

Now watch me mack to the kingdom of rap



[12 O'Clock]

Give me a beat, nigga dealin' battles like a
thief

Done killed more niggas than Jason in part 3

Stay Wu, on the graveyard and this label

Dum dums, that battle 12 O'Clock, now it's
able

So what, looked up and made the bitches clap

That was because my style's clothes, not the
raps

Ain't that shit, props for the clothing

Should of brought a mirror, cuz lyric wasn't
rollin'

My rhymes is all that and yours ain't shit

And at a party, your bitch takin' crazy flicks of
me

She said I was nigga celebrity

But I'm from the slums, with the bums drinkin'
Hennesey

Take a sip of some Jamaican rum

Put fire to my lung, tongue, teeth and gums

When it comes out my mouth, shit's hot and it
burns

Make fools out of bitches like I'm Howard
Stern



[Chorus 2X]