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"Down here on the ground" - ? (repeat 2X)
Diaz
This is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop
Not that skinny b*tch Cameron although she's hot
Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie
Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me
Any beat given to me, s**t, I'll close it down
In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound
Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways
I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway
Petter (RZA)
Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler
fr dessa snubbars problem
jag silar snacket p scen
det r vad dom sger nr jag har gtt
vad dom skriver p sitt nt
hur jag lt, hur jag var
vad jag sa, var jag bra
var jag keff, var jag deff
Var jag aight, var jag tight
var jag nice, var jag bajs
var jag ingenting alls
var jag kung, var jag tung
(fk that s**t)
om du inte diggar min stil man
(nigg*, fk that s**t)
RZA
Don't fk with my money, son, don't fk with my b*tch
Don't fk with my lab and don't fk with my whip
Don't fk with my jewels, my weed or my dip
Or I might get the glock, son, and fk with this clip
Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin'
Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's
Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline
And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians
Feven
Yo
Let the world witness some real s**t 'bout to go down
RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound
When it's laid, history already made
We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders
Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N
Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin
In act two, this is my chance to blast thru
And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too
"Down here on the ground" - ? (repeat 4X)
RZA
nigg*-nigg*-nigg* what?
Down here on the ground, we fk up
We break s**t down, yo look
The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs
Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova
Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders
Best to back the fk up, my mag buckin' up
The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up
Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier
Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya
Diaz
There's a lot of s**t that separates y'all from me
I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me
If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me
A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me
I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit c*cky
Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that c*ck be
Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands
Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance
Petter
Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav
vi tar till publikhat
det r alltid likadant, hr ditt prat I publikhav
jag klarar mig sjlv
fixar mitt s**t sjlv
slashar mitt s**t vl
drar in cash varje kvll
stndigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikvll
g p scen I ett svart kldesstll
jag r som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jvla stil
jag r som en hundra formel ett, fast I en jvla bil
Feven
Let me bring more, spit more, kick more s**t
I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on d*ck
I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips
You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss that's killin' this
"Down here on the ground" - ? (repeat 6X)