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GZA/Genius Lyrics

The echo chamber enhance the flow wit the block party
The acoustics of the echo chamber create a positive impact on the music that plays at the block party

Keep an MC head spinning like Dark Bacardi
The alcohol, Dark Bacardi, makes an MC woozy and dizzy

This B.A.C. is 2.3 Now the liver's damaged, but his lungs are joint free So inhale, exhale, breathe and get well
The blood-alcohol concentration of 2.3 has damaged the liver but the lungs have not been affected by excessive smoking or inhalation of drugs, so seemingly, inhaling and exhaling is the only thing that could save his life

Kick something live stop chirping like Nextel I'm All In Together, a swordsman forever
Start rapping live instead of making meaningless phone conversations like Nextel's chirp alerts. The rapper is a persistent musician who will always be ready to perform

I paint the town red, with many heads are severed Are-A-W, I still bring trouble to Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you
He causes chaos in the town with multiple assassinations. He is still a rebel who instills fear among people. He is dominant by immediately defeating any competition

Dart heat your breastplate, meet ya death date Rook down a E4, look, it's checkmate
His precise attacks and strategies lead to the opponent's death. His moves in chess have resulted in the defeat of the enemy

No other way to describe a catastrophe The plan was drawing blood and displayed it graphically
The situation is no less than a tragedy. The plan was violent, leading to bloodshed and is being portrayed in graphic details

Direct order, hit the border, then slaughter Horrific torture, by prolific authors
Orders given to kill immediately the moment one reaches the border. They are tortured very cruelly by experienced writers of torture methods

Shape and mold MC's, like I'm playing the skelly top It's getting 'hot in here' like the single that Nelly dropped
Like molding the top to play skelly, he shapes the MCs. Things are heating up quickly, like the popular song by Nelly

So take ya clothes off, the track is so soft A little rock'll turn 'em into Ivan Koloff
The track is mellow, so it's easy to relax and forget about the world. Even a small dose of drugs could turn an MC into a powerful wrestler like Ivan Koloff

Why do the Gods make MC's study from Thirty five, and fifty year, then try to become Under the study with the sword above the head So he would keep in mind under the open pledge
Gods make MCs study for 35 to 50 years so that they can remember the oath taken under the sword while learning

Fierce glisten, something so sharp Piercing, swords cling, the vigilante intimate Close combat, this is MC'ing at it's best But there is no contest, sent I'm this
The sharp swords glisten and pierce. One can hear the swords cling together as the vigilante engages in close combat. It's the best MC'ing but there's no competition to beat him

Speaking of a test, this and try to question this He so different with the swiftness, godfather civilization Shell casing, universal nation Could he be the one predicted, presidential sent in Old school soul to war us, be the growlest Asiatic arctic flow is so frigid
In regard to a test, no one can come up with any questions for him. He is different and quick-witted. He is godfather of civilization with a universal reach. He may be the one predicted to become president. His old-school soul is perfect for the rough terrain. His style of rap is as cold as the Arctic

Is it, the Zig Zag, I'mma pay you a visit Somehow mistake me as an old wise wizard World, I'm not the same I go somewhere, don't remember how I came
Will visit the Zig Zag and be confused as an old, wise wizard. His whole world has changed and he goes places but can’t seem to recollect how he ended up there

Is it the weed, the hash or the 'caine? Or the Digi being stained on my brain Appear from a cloud of smoke, the voter's on choke If surrounded, seven men drop from one stroke
He questions what's affecting his mind - weed, hash, cocaine, or addiction to digital screens. He appears out of nowhere, surrounded by smoke, choking the voter, with just one stroke dropping seven attackers

Even if my feet was shackled down to one handcuff To defeat me, ten demons wouldn't be enough
Even if his feet were cuffed together, to defeat him, ten demons wouldn't be enough

I sleep in the lion's den, without the steel iron Ascended like Wu, so coming down from Mt. Zion Superlogical this, superlogical that Digital, take it back with superlogical rap
He sleeps in a dangerous place without needing any protection. He ascends like Wu and then comes down from Mount Zion. He writes super logical raps, talking about a variety of topics

Have a shootout, at midnight, the sequel's quicker Forty four colt jolt, all you seen was the flicker You distressed like the damsel, lost like little Hansel Your flame couldn't generate the heat of a candle
Willing to have a gunfight and for him, the next one will be quicker than the first. With his 44 caliber Colt, all one sees is a flash. MC is troubled like a damsel in distress and with no sense of direction like little Hansel. He doesn't have the energy to generate even the heat from a candle flame

Me, I be a Killa Bee, keeping exilery Gold-plated desert e, shoot ten millime' Master the millipede, you try to end the sea Your body being found in the neighbor yard artillery
He's part of the Killa Bees, ensuring that he stays away from his enemies. Gold plated desert eagle shooting 10 millimeters. He's powerful enough to control and kill millipedes with ease. He won't spare anyone and will take down enemies with artillery

A black blind governor, a rich white mayor Man, this whole city ain't got a prayer Bobby has invaded, now the whole town's slated Your decapitated head is being took and operated
A black blind governor and a rich white mayor in control, this entire city has no hope. Bobby has invaded and now the whole town is doomed. He's taken someone's head and is operating on it

Up and down the avenue, I drive a shatterproof Benz, and all my men's are tattle proof My mic is a dyke, my life is a light A Day to God is a Thousand Years, how long is a night?
He drives up and down the Avenue in a shatterproof Mercedes. His men don't say a word when questioned by the police. His mic stops any words that slip but his life is bright. Time is different for when God is compared to humans; a night is longer than a day

You get trapped in my shadow of dark, ark, who goes there? Power-you smells like carp, don't put your nose there Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleeding And it's been two weeks since they had their last feeding Ain't nothing but bones, we plotted the sand And spread it out, over 20 acres of land
Trapped in his shadow of darkness, one can hear an ark. He smells foul like a fish, so don't get close. The attacker is dropped into the tank with starving sharks waiting for them to feed. It has now been two weeks since the sharks last ate. The ground is full of bones; the sand is scattered over 20 acres

Some call me Steels, 'cause it's hard to bend me See-Cypher Pigs, can't apprehend me In a no smoking zone, I smoke bones of hash Niggas see me, then I disappear in the flash
He's called Steels, as it's nearly impossible to break him. Cypher Pigs who see him, can never catch him. He smokes hash in the no-smoking zone. Even if spotted, he disappears in a flash

Next time I'm spotted, I got the fatter wallet Moving with a click that stick like dry porridge Someone's been sitting in my chair, who goes there? To sub zero cold, your words can't flow here
If he is next seen, he'll have more money. He's moving with a really good team. Someone was sitting in his seat, and he's curious who it was. The sub-zero temperature is not suitable for the words to flow

Glaciers of ice, plus layers of spice Say your prayers at night, 'fore you touch that mic
The cold, icy and spicy rap combination could freeze any competition. In preparation for this rap battle, say your prayers