ßüякε;2234638 said:
DAMN RIGHT....
Get GZA's verse though...
The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own
And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone
Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties
Intriguing emcees, I keep 'em trained like potties
I bomb facts, my sword is an axe
To split backs invisible, like dope-fiend tracks
Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows
How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes
Producing data, microchips or software
Underground and off air, the Land of the Lost
Notorious henchman from the North
Strikin' niggaz where the
Mason-Dixon line crossed