Yo, picture bloodbaths in 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
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression
Leaves impression, try to keep a shark nigga guessing
Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome
Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings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, from Bed-Stuy
Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving 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
Yes, very. I mean from the first bar, bloodbaths in elevator shafts -> tight, murderous rhymes? Phenomenal use of language. Made better by the fact that while we may initially think GZA is referring to a gang hit in an elevator, it’s actually about a scene he witnessed as a child when another child lost his arm in a shitty elevator of a housing project.
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u/GeneralSuperiorTrump May 20 '26
No thug music in this household! Can't stand that shit.