I'll never forget listenin to Liquid Swords and Rza and Gza going back n forth on some cool shyt
then he hits us with
Yo, picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
Slow moving MCs is waiting for the editing
The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors and biblical papers
Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush
fukk the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression
Leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nikka guessing
Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome
Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
shyt is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
On July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money don't grow on trees and there'sthieving MC's
Who cut-throat to rake leaves
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast
Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver
Jesus fukking christ
THATS LIGHT