Liquid Swords Lyrics - The Genius Gza

When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform 

Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on 

Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born 

Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut 

Fake niggas get flipped 

In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns 

Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down 

I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe 

On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend 

But it was your op the shop stolen art 

Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart 

I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt 

Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt 

That's minimum, and feminine like sandals 

My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble 

Energy is felt once the cards are dealt 

With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts 

That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon 

I represent from midnight to high noon 

I don't waste ink, nigga I think 

I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink 

Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed 

Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed 

Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted 

Turn that shit up, my clan in the front want it 

When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform 

Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on 

Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born 

Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut 

I'm on a mission that niggas say is impossible 

But when I swing my swords they all choppable 

I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper 

Child educator, plus head amputator 

Cause niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers 

Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers 

Don't even stop in my station and attack 

While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak 

What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law 

I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four 

Round the clock, that state pen time check it 

With the pens I be sticking but you can't stick to crime 

Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL 

I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells 

Now come aboard, it's Medina bound 

Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound 

It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel 

So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels 

Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin 

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