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Who won the covenant roll based on a nationwide poll?
For the grim tales told on rap scrolls
Perfect pitch for language that's built within
Where half the rap... couldn't hold my pen
Meaning when MCs came to live out the name
They signed the documents with the blood of the slain
Far removed from this hip-hop life, off course
But the confidence and resilience was never lost
In the think tank and research lab, I laid tracks
Seen work through my life, but it never broke my back
Destiny forever shaped from the events to come
From the father and the chemical contents of his son
A solid gold figure with a verse that glitters
Until the platinum becomes increasingly bitter
They join in a likely alliance with the rest
Scheming, but unsuccessful in their zealous quest
We all see with a degree of certainty
Who the fake cowardly cats behind the curtains be
They hunt for the skin, flesh, the blood and bones
In front, wanna impress with studded stones
Now who's the man? Rorschach, the legend of the liquid swords
Rap critics say, "Damn, this sip was yours!"
...Chamber and a shadowboxer too
That... be the GZA from Wu
And if you don't know about the pyrocletic flow
Hotter than the spark that made it blow
You better recognize!
You and I burst, run like clockworks forever
Words pulled together, sudden change in the weather
The nature and the scale of events don't make sense
A storm with no warning, you're drawn in by immense
Gravity that's gone mad, clouds of dust and debris
Moving at colossal speeds, they crush an MC
Since this rap region is heavily packed with stars
Internal mirror in the telescope, notice the czars
From far away, they blink as a light, the strobe
Great distance of space between precise globes
That travel in a circular order
Like the tape in your cassette recorder
Filled with corporate slaughter
Meaning the contracts manifestly work
The hitman for hire, weapon in his hand, he lurks
In spite of his strange appearance, he made a clearance
On his target through a crowded market, no interference
The microphone left on the scene without a serial
Evidence consistent with organic material
Surprisingly, as we march lively
With great size and degree 'til it spread widely
Now who's the man? Rorschach, the legend of the liquid swords
Rap critics say, "Damn, this sip was yours!"
...Chamber and a shadowboxer too
That... be the GZA from Wu
And if you don't know about the pyrocletic flow
Hotter than the spark that made it blow
You better recognize!
Yeah
Yeah
GZA!
Yeah