Living In The World Today
GZA"Living In The World Today" is a song by GZA, released in 1995 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:56 long and contains 73 lines and 524 words.
0:02Check it out son check it out son
0:04Live in the place to be
0:06You got the capital G
0:08G to the A-M-C
0:09Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school
0:12And we gonna take y＇all back knowhatI＇msayin
0:17Lyrical sorcerors right here the fathers the cream of the crop son
0:20Chorus: The Genius
0:21Well if you livin in the world today
0:23You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say
0:25Niggaz that front we don＇t handle em
0:28So we blast em alright well OK
0:30Well if you like the way it sound then clap man
0:33And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
0:35But only raise your hands if you＇re Sure
0:38Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw break it
0:40Verse One: The Genius
0:41My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
0:42Was too heavy for the Chevy＇s is chased out the station
0:45Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it
0:48Gassed up f**kin with some regular unleaded sh*t
0:51Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
0:53Bind-in X marks the spot on the scope
0:55Heavily armed military is necessary it＇s a gamble
0:59MC＇s bet they best at every
1:01Powerful parable ditties might harm
1:03If tampered with set off and strike like pipe bombs
1:06Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic
1:08Look out for these fatal flying spikes of massive
1:11Sleep-holds put strangle on commercial angle
1:13Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
1:16Now who could ever say they heard of this
1:19My motherf**kin style is mad murderous
1:21Interlude: Method Man Genius
2:05Well what you know about MCin
2:06Yo I know a lot
2:06Well can you demonstrate somethin ni**a
2:07Huh I＇d rather not
2:08I＇m talkin bout stacks cousin
2:09Ni**a that＇s what I got
2:11Cash Rules the world
2:12Well Cash Rules the spot
2:13Verse Two: The Genius
2:14My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed
2:15Of niggaz who think it ain＇t like that
2:17MC＇s are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
2:19Them God struck religious niggaz call it bad luck
2:21Rap celeb you got caught up in the web
2:22Now bees are stingin yo that niggaz em-singin
2:24I＇m just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards
2:25Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
2:27I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
2:28MC＇s be out like bank robbers
2:30Fleeing the scene to be a sole survivor
2:31DJ the getaway driver
2:32Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes
2:34On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives
2:35Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
2:37Hard to define it when narrow is the gate
2:38For fat tapes and then played out and out of date
2:40Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
2:42And from that point the God made a statement
2:44Draftin tracements replacements in basements
2:45Materials in sheet-rock to sound proof the beat box
2:46And microscopic optics received through the boxes
2:48Obnoxious topic major labels flavor tropical
2:49Punchlines that＇s unstoppable
2:50Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops
2:52Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
2:53But we only increase if everything is peace
2:55Father U C King the police
2:56Chorus
2:56Chorus
Check it out son check it out son Live in the place to be You got the capital G G to the A-M-C Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school And we gonna take y＇all back knowhatI＇msayin Lyrical sorcerors right here the fathers the cream of the crop son Chorus: The Genius Well if you livin in the world today You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say Niggaz that front we don＇t handle em So we blast em alright well OK Well if you like the way it sound then clap man And if the women love it too well then raise your hands But only raise your hands if you＇re Sure Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw break it Verse One: The Genius My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination Was too heavy for the Chevy＇s is chased out the station Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it Gassed up f**kin with some regular unleaded sh*t Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that Bind-in X marks the spot on the scope Heavily armed military is necessary it＇s a gamble MC＇s bet they best at every Powerful parable ditties might harm If tampered with set off and strike like pipe bombs Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic Look out for these fatal flying spikes of massive Sleep-holds put strangle on commercial angle Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled Now who could ever say they heard of this My motherf**kin style is mad murderous Interlude: Method Man Genius Well what you know about MCin Yo I know a lot Well can you demonstrate somethin ni**a Huh I＇d rather not I＇m talkin bout stacks cousin Ni**a that＇s what I got Cash Rules the world Well Cash Rules the spot Verse Two: The Genius My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed Of niggaz who think it ain＇t like that MC＇s are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks Them God struck religious niggaz call it bad luck Rap celeb you got caught up in the web Now bees are stingin yo that niggaz em-singin I＇m just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor MC＇s be out like bank robbers Fleeing the scene to be a sole survivor DJ the getaway driver Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it Hard to define it when narrow is the gate For fat tapes and then played out and out of date Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate And from that point the God made a statement Draftin tracements replacements in basements Materials in sheet-rock to sound proof the beat box And microscopic optics received through the boxes Obnoxious topic major labels flavor tropical Punchlines that＇s unstoppable Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop But we only increase if everything is peace Father U C King the police Chorus Chorus
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