Lyrics
Yeah, six o'clock in the mornin'
That's right, we gotta get these duds right
Spray y'all niggas with some harvest shit
Yo, I said look, I got rid of the grays
Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy
Bitches threw they panties, the sound man was fannin' me
The whole place was standin', G
With they chant, we was family
Jumped in the crowd and I swam the sea
Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me
Dana Dane, front row, bitches, I bang all three
Said, "Yo, Math, fuck it, throw a Jimbrowski"
Versace banana color robes and my socks be
Them Billie Jean shits and they real rocky
The feds can't knock me
I bench coliseums, watch and you spot me
Plus I'm cocky, bitch
As I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face
Cop patrol couldn't control the place
I got groupies, backstage, lined up at the gate
With signs up, yellin', "We love your tape"
I'm sorry I took so long, didn't mean to make y'all wait
But good things take time to create
You can find me, in your studio, half-baked
Eatin' ganja cake, tryin' to make my next release date
With, Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate
You know a brother bond is hard to break
When we perform, we cause the earth to shake
Ain't nothin' changed, it's still the same niggas you love to hate
GZA
I set examples over amplified samples that's
Scratched in the club, dogs begin to trample
On those who fell victims, body lost they souls
These beats when I picked 'em, drums played the role
Soldiers brave and bold, RZA paved the road
GZA buried the scrolls, then months later it was
Then years later, it was written on loose leaf
An old formula, that was stolen by new thieves
The journalists watched it, critics couldn't knock it
A piece of history that they carried in their pocket
With the time factor, speed was the order of the day
Without delay, they were able to, what he would say