The Man-RZA

[00:00.00](Superb) [00:00.24]What y'all niggas talkin' about? [00:05.88]My flow, right? [00:07.95]Everytime I did this shit, you niggas got hype yo [00:12.15]Superb's the next nigga, respect for those before me [00:15.27]In these last days, I'm bringin rap glory [00:17.91]In the streets they hear it, some will remember the lyrics [00:20.91]In my demise, some will remember me in spirit [00:23.73]And I ain't tryin to die like 'Pac and BIG [00:26.52]And lose my talent to a cultured thug life [00:29.49]I'm a man, seein mindstate of balance [00:31.92]Takes years, fam', like nigga y'all plans [00:34.71]See, we feel like stars, nigga one like stars [00:37.89]Nigga stars, nigga y'all, we examples [00:40.59]Samples of the hood, thugs from the hood [00:43.08]Young bloods in the hood like, they love the hood [00:45.69]They love the young niggas, nickel bags and guns [00:48.72]In the benches, we see it all off the benches [00:51.75]I learned how to sew seein' niggas stitches [00:54.24]And the pain, don't even ask who 'bout the pain [00:57.24]They killed main, I won't maintain [00:59.76]By the bus stop, two blocks from the dust spots [01:02.82]Somebody busted shots, they said Sam got got [01:05.37]Damn, he wildin in the back cab rap [01:08.19]That eat swine, nigga his arms and hold nines [01:10.95]That's Far Rock for you, my block for you [01:13.71]Y'all dumb ass niggas only live in jail cuz ock know you [01:16.89]When I come home, watch how shots blow you [01:19.23]Through the upholstery, even through your mom's groceries [01:22.14]Little Sam died three months later [01:24.66]He got set up in the elevator, his cape was regulated [01:27.84]His name faded, he has a son by this nigga he dated [01:31.05]Shorty waited for two dead case kid [01:33.42]He'd get them niggas kids if he couldn't get them [01:36.12]Then one day out of the blue, BAM! [01:38.61]He heard b*****s like last names and cars rarin [01:41.55]The Larger Than Life niggas was about to leave here [01:48.12]< sampled singing> [01:52.92](Masta Killa) [02:15.15]My people stressed out, we seventy dead and starvin [02:18.18]Son couldn't walk through my yard past curfew [02:20.94]I rose from an era of terror where it was legal [02:23.73]to tote guns, get red and bust a nigga head [02:26.31]And if nigga hole for dead, left nigga hole for dead [02:28.95]What the **** was his song? [02:30.33]Never heard of this till niggas started snitchin [02:32.67]I'm still stitchin mother****ers up [02:34.71]I deal with high sciences, supreme refinements [02:37.53]Till any wicked germ is destoryed and burned [02:40.11]We the Gods without question [02:41.73]Prove what I'm manifestin, all show ways and actions [02:44.37]Hopeful that, lick your cannon [02:46.02]I'm ill when I shoot to peal like Ed O'Bannon [02:48.57]In my head is a thought, perm ****er, off safety [02:51.54]Shots fired, follow blood trails to the stairwell [02:54.45]Faced down, he lay sound, rounds to his crown [02:56.85]Shorty hip flock was midtown, big fly holdin him down [03:00.30]With the dead-arm, siren sounds [03:02.46]Bullets chip brick, precincts followed by the ambulance [03:05.73]Respond to the bomb threat [03:07.59]I picked up his MC tray through the masters [03:10.26]I'm sharper than my carpentry blade [03:11.97]The culture carven into mountains [03:14.43]The faces of my eight classmates [03:16.53]That stomp through the streets of states for Protect Ya Neck tapes [03:19.59]Wu-Tang T-*************rts and bandanas [03:21.30]We snatch mics and snuff niggas who jack the rappin [03:23.64]