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| Genius Miscellaneous Beneath the Surface GZA] On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters, *cut* figure-8 twice *Thats* 16, uncut, direct from the cult Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt In a vote, it spoke aboat the average loss commission That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision Like a plane crash from a bomb blast Special broadcast, slot time with *com-cast* It kept the jury quiet, and now a riot will form While satanic man, now hang in his dorm I swing, on you fake, radio personalities Boost ya ratings, *with* hypes behind casualties Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play Instantly, slap ya *five* like it's Palm Sunday I fashion the first tool, from the elements The earth use, and built it to a complex Network, of communications, you're up against a hopeless, situation I screen every vehicle, through enemy observation Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror Increase the force significantly, change the error Check my wind pattern, it's headin west Success is freedom, failure could mean death Humans sweat, aim shovels Dig up the debris and rubbel Permanent, damage caused by the double- U, Now who, *cowardlessly* urge you to merge through And think the workers'll serve you *The sonic* marvel, who just dropped the next novel Worldwide, practically marred in marble *Theres* accountless, amount of MC's I saved And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave [Chorus: RES sample] Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie? It seems our world is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky Change the race by reason, and ashes just the wind The left is so our we're breathin, keep ourself from givin in [Killah Priest of Sunz Of Man] Love and hatred, home is most sacred Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with Guns we played with, niggas I relate with We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the Feds Sent out secretly to take my head I lay back and meditate to the words they say Skip town for a *month and grew some dreads* Had a friend tell my family I was dead Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just *the mere* thought of me *I'm* like Solomon, spoke bluntly Told the word I'm black and calmly Howls from the grave haunt me The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings Who sold everything, on a quest for god's divine Slept in caves to get a clear mind Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and *when* the sun rise I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds Been in the mouth of many leopards Felt the death kiss, of Satan's mistress Walked *through* vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan scriptures True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and ifflicted Candles lit, gamble with a bitch Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft *paws* hide claws Bees with sweet honey in they mouth Have bitter stingers at they tail Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell Embracing her was like embracing a *dirt well* [Chorus] [Outro: RES sample] Scratch underneath the surface |
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