GZA Feat. Ghostface Killah & Street Life — Silent lyrics

Yeah, six o'clock in the morning
That's right, you gotta get those darts right
Spray y'all niggas on some marksman shit

Ya, I said look, I got ready to graze
Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy
Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin' me
The whole place was standin', G

What they chant, we was family
Jumped in the crowd and I swam to sea
Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me
Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three

Say, yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski
Versace, banana color robes and my socks be
Them Billie Jean shits and they real Rocky
The fans can't knock me, I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me
Plus I'm cocky, bitch

Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face
Cop patrol couldn't control the place
I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate
The signs up, yellin',"We love your tape!"
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I'm sorry, I took so long, didn't mean to make y'all wait
But good things take time to create
You can find me, in your studio, half baked, eatin' ganja cake
Tryin' to make my next release date

With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate
You know a brother bond is hard to break
When we perform we 'cause the Earth to shake
Ain't nuthin' changes, it's still those same niggas you love to hate
GZA

I set examples over amplified samples
That's scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample
On those fell victims, body loss they souls
These beats when I picked 'em

Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold
RZA paid the roll, GZA buries the scrolls
Then months later it was, then years later it was
Written on loose leaf, that old formula that was stolen by new thieves

The journalist watched it, critics couldn't knock it
A piece of history that they carried in they pocket
With the time factor, speed was the order of the day
What a delay, they were able to, what he would say

"Why waste the slot time with a ridiculous rhyme?
That's only excused by a generous mind"
I kept 'em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans
'Til I turned rap villes into harvested lands