Sparring Minds - GZA

Sparring Minds

GZA

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Lyric

Designed to meet most demands

Stands the front-end loader

Hold enough weight that'll compensate the shareholders

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 for large scale disasters

Indirect rippin'

Narrowly missin'

My camp be forced into a perilous 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

Insane flower, vein blower

Aim and it's game over

You know the name, flamethrower

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

Told you from the jump and today the same soldier

I stay low, play close to bank rolls

Polly 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 Boba Fett

The old vet whose presence alone control the set

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

I shine like a bezel, with strength to bend metal

Plunge head first in the grunge, become emerged the drums

The verse is murder one

We rhyme back-to-back, dangerous 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 the 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 kerosene lamp out

So we walked the road we paved

With trails that left vinyl footsteps engraved

- It's already the end -