On Tha Ground Lyrics - The World According To Rza - Rza

"Down here on the ground" [x2] 

[Diaz] 

This is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop 

Not that skinny bitch Cameron although she's hot 

Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie 

Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me 

Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it down 

In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound 

Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways 

I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway 

[Petter (RZA)] 

Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler 

för dessa snubbars problem 

jag silar snacket på scen 

det är vad dom säger när jag har gått 

vad dom skriver på sitt nät 

hur jag lät, hur jag var 

vad jag sa, var jag bra 

var jag keff, var jag deff 

Var jag aight, var jag tight 

var jag nice, var jag bajs 

var jag ingenting alls 

var jag kung, var jag tung 

(Fuck that shit) 

om du inte diggar min stil man 

(Nigga, fuck that shit) 

[RZA] 

Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my bitch 

Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck with my whip 

Don't fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip 

Or I might get the glock, son, and fuck with this clip 

Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin' 

Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's 

Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline 

And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians 

[Feven] 

Yo 

Let the world witness some real shit 'bout to go down 

RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound 

When it's laid, history already made 

We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders 

Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N 

Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin 

In act two, this is my chance to blast thru 

And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too 

"Down here on the ground" [x4] 

[RZA] 

Nigga-nigga-nigga what? 

Down here on the ground, we fuck niggaz up 

We break shit down, yo look 

The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs 

Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet 

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova 

Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders 

Best to back the fuck up, my mag buckin' up 

The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up 

Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier 

Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya 

[Diaz] 

There's a lot of shit that separates y'all from me 

I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me 

If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me 

A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me 

I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky 

Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that cock be 

Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands 

Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance 

[Petter] 

Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav 

vi tar till publikhat 

det är alltid likadant, hör ditt prat I publikhav 

jag klarar mig själv 

fixar mitt shit själv 

slashar mitt shit väl 

drar in cash varje kväll 

ständigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikväll 

gå på scen I ett svart klädesställ 

jag är som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jävla stil 

jag är som en hundra formel ett, fast I en jävla bil 

[Feven] 

Let me bring more, spit more, kick more shit 

I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick 

I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips 

You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss that's killin' this 

"Down here on the ground" [x6]