Gza in the booth lyrics

Yeah, Rap City Tha Bassment

Big Tig', Mr. Nice on the ones and twos

It's the Gza!

(What up Gza? - what up man)

(Come on man. - I'm in here. Come on man)

Yeah, yeah, Big Tigger and Gza in tha Bassment

- no replacement.

Yeah, yeah, Yo!

Designer meets most demands,

stands the front end loader.

Hold enough weight that I compensate share holders.

Powerful motor controls the mad stable,

no room for error, injury proves fatal.

100 ton air jack quickly raise the steel,

after blowing out the belt-drive, Meth change the wheel.

Bust'ya, slash'ya, we're still thick like plaster.

There's always potential for large scale disasters.

Indirect reference, narrowly missing,

my camp, you forced in a perilous proposition.

He must come see us, despite imminent danger,

he was short on fuel before he flew out the hanger.

From the cold dirt, rocks and ore, rap galore,

watch your river flow backwards once we storm your shore.

Leave a mark with the razor sharp, eyes on the scope,

on the rope hanging from the towering cliffs and slopes.

The magnitude of the devastation untold,

the collective loss of countless souls lay in the roll.

The nucleus of hip-hop, rap's soul and heart, (?)

they had us ??? quite an effort to keep us in the dark.

To the new detail of distant wisp of life,(?)

evidence of the terrifying threats on microphone;

the rhinestone, numerous parts to bind,

strands the heavy metal, pump the steel arch design.

Together seamlessly, everlasting rap,

keep pressure generated by a blasting cap;

The chamber, we're rolling the dice, everything counts,

clan loyalty with a loyalty - paramount.

Couldn't be more wrong prior to your pursuance,

when we smoke others - they under'stated1 our influence.

As I vary my, motor action, implode a fraction

of your investigation and your action.

I wear a bounce, in your suit and tie, cruising by,

then you threat ??? sharp and you're shooting high.

I hope your VCR or your TIVO was on record,

the new album in stores, it be "The Legend of Liquid Swords".

Big Tigger, Gza - I do things like Wu-Tang,

you see me in the streets me and you're true bang.

It's going down hey - I be spilling like a villain on the Av.

Big Tigger comes through, with the rap 5 fingers of doom,

hold the microphone, I get blown and every damn time's on,

come on, what'cha wanna do, 4 pm,

watching tha Bassment on BET with your friends.

Yeah my man Mr. Nice, hey - me and him will run up in you,

all the way from the Bronx - the southern Virginia.

It's going down, hey, you check the flow,

hold on for a sec, and check out the video.

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