GZA, Streetlife, Ghostface Killah - Silent lyrics
[GZA, Streetlife, Ghostface Killah - Silent lyrics]
Yeah, six o'clock in the morning
That's right, you gotta get your darts right
Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit
I got rid of the grays
Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy
Bitches threw their panties
The sound man was fannin' me
The whole place was standin', G
What 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
Say, yo, Math, fuck it, throw on Jim Browski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be
Them Billie Jean shit's and they real rocky
The feds can't knock me
I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me
Plus I'm cocky, bitch
Once I, took off the hoodie
Revealed the face
Cop patrol couldn't control the place
I got groupies backstage
Lined up at the gate
The signs up, yellin', "We love your tape!"
I'm sorry I took so long
Didn't mean to make ya'll 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 nuthin' change
It's still those same niggas you love to hate
GZA
I set examples over amplified samples
That's scratched in the club
Ducks begin to trample
On those who fell victim
Body loss they souls
These beats when I picked 'em
Jones played the role, soldiers
Brave and bold
RZA paved the road, GZA buries the scrolls
Then months later it was
Then years later it was
Written on loose leaf, that old formula
That was stolen by new thieves
The journalist 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
With a delay they were able to
What he would say why waste the slot time
With a ridiculous rhyme
That's only excused by a generous mind
I kept 'em stored in the shelters
Like the goods in cans
'Til I turned rap fields into harvested lands
That's right, you gotta get your darts right
Spray ya'll niggas on some marksman shit
I got rid of the grays
Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy
Bitches threw their panties
The sound man was fannin' me
The whole place was standin', G
What 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
Say, yo, Math, fuck it, throw on Jim Browski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be
Them Billie Jean shit's and they real rocky
The feds can't knock me
I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me
Plus I'm cocky, bitch
Once I, took off the hoodie
Revealed the face
Cop patrol couldn't control the place
I got groupies backstage
Lined up at the gate
The signs up, yellin', "We love your tape!"
I'm sorry I took so long
Didn't mean to make ya'll 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 nuthin' change
It's still those same niggas you love to hate
GZA
I set examples over amplified samples
That's scratched in the club
Ducks begin to trample
On those who fell victim
Body loss they souls
These beats when I picked 'em
Jones played the role, soldiers
Brave and bold
RZA paved the road, GZA buries the scrolls
Then months later it was
Then years later it was
Written on loose leaf, that old formula
That was stolen by new thieves
The journalist 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
With a delay they were able to
What he would say why waste the slot time
With a ridiculous rhyme
That's only excused by a generous mind
I kept 'em stored in the shelters
Like the goods in cans
'Til I turned rap fields into harvested lands