Sparring Minds Lyrics - The Genius Gza

[GZA] 

Designer and most of man 

stands the front-end loader 

hold enough weight that'll compensate the share-holders 

Powerful motor controls are mad stable 

No room for error, injury proves fatal 

Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel 

After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheels 

Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster 

There's always potential full-on scale disasters 

In the rec' [?] narrowly missin' 

My camp be forced into periless proposition 

We must come see ya, despite imminent danger 

Was short on fuel, before he flew out the hangar 

From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore 

Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore 

Nigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope 

On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes 

The magnitude of the devastation untold 

The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road 

[Inspectah Deck] 

Insane flower, vein blower 

Aim and it's game over 

You know the name, flame-thrower 

Got the code to the game and I hold the main controller 

Soldiers from the jump, and today the same soldier 

I stay low, play close to bank rolls 

Parly with the greatest who walk the same road 

Oh you ain't hear? Ain't nuttin' new but the gear 

The crew of the year, kid too much to bear 

Find out what I'm about, know the legend 

The slight disrespect, of his name provoke tension 

No threat, bringin' the force like Bobo-fet' 

The old vet' WHOSE PRESENCE alone control the set 

I'm next level, ya best settle, bless Rebel 

I shine like a vessel, with strength to bend metal 

Guns, head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums 

The verse is murder one 

[GZA] 

We rhyme back-to-back, deangerous emcees 

Move on track-to-track 100 bar measure 

Lost treasure, those crews who never gave us much pleasure 

Agreed the sound was good, shoppin' in the state, city, town and hood 

eventually they would 

Lay down the trademark with god that built wealth 

To dip-dive in the beehive was on self 

For the power struggle, never clown but did juggle 

The heavy load made it explode to mad rubble 

I thought of this tune on a blackout guided by the light of the moon 

on a camp-out, the kerosine lamp out, so we walked the road we paved 

with trails that left vinyl foot-steps engraved