Liquid Swords
GZA; Inspectah Deck Lyrics


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When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut

Fake niggas get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
But it was your op the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my clan in the front want it

When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut

I'm on a mission that niggas say is impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppable
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
Child educator, plus head amputator
Cause niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers
Don't even stop in my station and attack
While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
Round the clock, that state pen time check it
With the pens I be sticking but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform
Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on




Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut

Overall Meaning

In the first verse of Inspectah Deck's song "Liquid Swords," the rapper reflects on the idea of authenticity within hip hop. He references MCs who resort to drug use in order to appear more "crazy" or to give themselves an edge on stage. However, Deck asserts that true creativity and innovation comes from within, not from a substance. With a call to action for RZA to "flip the track with the what to cut," Deck invites the listener to join him on a journey of mental exploration and artistic expression.


The second verse of the song focuses on Inspectah Deck's own credentials as an MC, taking down fake rappers with his sharp wordplay and confident delivery. He presents himself as a master of his craft, proud of his unique style and unafraid to take risks. The chorus repeats throughout the song, stressing the importance of living up to the name of being an MC and performing to the best of one's abilities.


Line by Line Meaning

When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform
As rappers, we came here to truly showcase our skills.


Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
Some of us unfortunately had to resort to drugs to hype ourselves up before our performance.


Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
But now we need to focus on our mental state and the building (music) we're creating.


Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut
RZA, the producer, please change the beat to something fresh.


Fake niggas get flipped
Any imposters or fake rappers will be quickly exposed and dealt with.


In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
In rap battles, I use my sharp lyrical skills to dismantle my opponents who I view as clowns.


Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
My lyrics are delivered with such speed and skill, it's hard for others to copy or even transcribe them.


I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
My flow is intense and impactful, like the blood at a murder scene or the needle of a syringe injecting drugs into a person.


On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
I use my rhymes to create a wild, almost drug-fueled atmosphere, captivating listeners who become addicted to my music like a drug addict.


But it was your op the shop stolen art
It was actually the person you trusted who stole the artwork from the shop.


Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart
If you're not careful and smart, your heart will be weighed down with the stress and consequences of poor choices.


I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
I'm relentless in exposing and destroying fake and weak rhymes with my own impressive skills.


Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
These phony rhymes are tired and overused, like a common design seen on a sweatshirt printed with zodiac signs.


That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
These weak rhymes are childish and soft, like wearing sandals that are typically viewed as a feminine shoe.


My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
Even my weakest verse would easily beat the strongest from my opponents.


Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
My energy and talent become apparent and noticeable once I begin to perform or create music.


With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
My impact is as powerful and precise as a roundhouse kick from a skilled practitioner in martial arts.


That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
My words hit the mic with such force, like a natural disaster such as a cyclone, leaving a lasting impression or impact.


I represent from midnight to high noon
I'm always working and creating, representing my craft 24/7.


I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I don't write down just anything, I carefully craft my lyrics with thought and intention.


I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
My lyrical bombs (lyrics) are delivered at incredibly fast speeds, almost too quickly for the listener to comprehend.


Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
The creative process of coming up with rhymes moves at a fast pace and requires quick thinking.


Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
The process of creating music is often accompanied by the use of marijuana, causing clouds of smoke to fill the air.


Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted
The only time I would slow down my creative process is if I'm high (blunted).


Turn that shit up, my clan in the front want it
My fans (clan) in the front row want to hear my music at maximum volume, so turn it up!


I'm on a mission that niggas say is impossible
My ambition and dedication to my craft is viewed as unattainable by some people.


But when I swing my swords they all choppable
But when I display my skills, my critics realize my talent is indeed chop-able (meaning they're able to be cut down).


I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
My skills are so impressive, I can metaphorically kill people with my words (body dropper) and leave them speechless (heartbeat stopper).


Child educator, plus head amputator
I also educate others with my music, but if necessary, I can lyrically decapitate anyone who comes against me.


Cause niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
Other rappers' styles are outdated like a pair of Mark 5 sneakers.


Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers
Other rappers' lyrics are weak and not worth listening to, like the singers on a cheap clock radio.


Don't even stop in my station and attack
Don't bother trying to battle me or criticize my work, you'll only end up losing and being humiliated.


While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak
Your plan failed and you got off track, just like a train on the Amtrak railway system.


What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
What's the point of trying to go against me? I rule in the rap game and make my own laws.


I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
I am the embodiment of justice and will hold others accountable for their actions, sentencing them to punishment (two to four years).


Round the clock, that state pen time check it
Day and night, the state penitentiary is holding inmates captive, counting their time remaining.


With the pens I be sticking but you can't stick to crime
I use pens (to write lyrics), but criminals cannot escape their crimes unlike me, who escapes criticism or failure.


Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
I came with my hip-hop collective Wu-Tang Clan, but then left undetected (on the DL).


I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
I keep a low profile, but my performance is so excelling (like rocking bells) it cannot go unnoticed.


Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
Come along, join me on my journey through the hip-hop industry and towards success (Medina).


Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
Once you engage with my music and style, you'll hear a unique sound you've never heard before.


It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
It's easy to get sucked into the world I'm creating, but harder to leave once you're there (like a funnel).


So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
My music is so powerful, it can even penetrate into the depths of a tunnel and be heard on a radio.


Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin
Other rappers are curious about how I became so successful in the rap game.


Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
Listen to my music enough (get vaccinated) and you won't be able to forget my logo, my brand, my music (branded in your skin).




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ROBERT F. DIGGS, GARY E. GRICE, JOSEF ZAWINUL, FELIX CAVALIERE, EDWARD J. BRIGATI JR.

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