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dj muggs vs gza the genius - unstoppable threats lyrics

[chorus: gza]
this is hip-hop, m.c.’s get busy
it’s not pop, you’ll front and you’ll get dropped
you’re listening to slanged out goodies, and timberlands and hoodies
with the rhythm that came from the streets

[gza]
i was a young one at the time, but started mic trippin’
had rhythm like ali, when he was rope skipping
i got crazy, when i heard the break beat
i used to lose it on n-gg-z on 4th and main street
they couldn’t stop the attack, once i moved forward
many was drawn back, -ssault was seen awkward
only armed with the bow, and a mad flow
poisonous arrows on a mark, that was set to go
traveling at high speeds, towards a target
i never hit bystanders in crowded markets
doc-menters catch this most intimate footage
in the center they come close, label it the hooded
remarkable clips, of an uncut episode
they was given the safe, but never was left the code
close up of those, who have paved the road
invincible armor like that n-gg- we call the toad

[chorus x2]

[prodigal sunn]
havoc on the block, shots from the ratchet, sizzle pop
slugs spinning outta control, body’s drop
you know the saying in the hood, f-ck the cops
certified on the clock, them ducks with metal glocks
it takes place on the planet in rocks
take nothing for granted, raised by these thieves and bandits
the enchanted, sticky green keeps my eyes slanted
hard times coming up in the ghetto, but the sunn manage
watch me take advantage, get it, split it, panoramic
the notes i quote, water like the great atlantic
never catch me frantic, swift with the antics
b-tch n-gg-z vanish, n-gg-z, they run rapid
sun of a man, son of the sun, son of a gun
breaded from the slums of each one and teach one
what’s done is done, son, the game is made
stay sharp like switchblades, continue to get paid

[chorus]

[masta killa]
you know a m-th-f-ckin’ hit when it split ya wig back
young gatling, strapping a .38 revolver
it’s going down, wait for the sound, my soldiers rally round
ninja men, blending in, with the surrounding
’nuff gunmen, ’nuff flatbush yardmen strapped with the vest
no p-ssy test the god, the grounds is well held
illegal desert eagle, cadaver dog
search for the body that’s lost, of course, it’s bk
you heard n-gg-z got killed for sheik coats and big ropes
legendary students that sold c-ke, some blocks that’s still hot
from shots popped back in ’88
the black gate where son lay, never made the paper
just another caper pulled by a masked killer, broad day light
crown heights, some are fahrenheit, heat blazing
cops on the beat, stop the money flow of the street
my dough is whole wheat, the fam gotta eat

[chorus x2]

[outro: gza samples]
[scratched up] “come on!”
[repeated through the scratching] “this is hip-hop”

- dj muggs vs gza the genius lyrics

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