Legend Of The Liquid Sword

[Verse 1: GZA]

Who won the covenant role, based on a nationwide poll?

For the grip tells told and rap scrolls

Perfect pitch for language that's built within

Where half the rap ink couldn't hold my pen

Meanin' When Emcees Came, To Live Out The Name

They signed the documents with the, blood of the slain

Far removed from this hip hop life off course

But the confidence and resilience was never lost

In the think tank and research labs I laid tracks

Seen work rule my life but it never broke my back

Destiny forever shake from the events to come

From the (?) and the chemical contents of the sun

A solid gold figure with a verse that glitters

Until the platinum beat comes increasingly bitter

They joined in a likely alliance with the rest

Schemin' with unsuccessful in a zealous Quest

We all see, with a degree of certainty

Who the fake, cowardly cats behind the curtains be,

(Yeah, yeah...)

They hunt, for the skin, flesh, the blood, and bones

In front, want to impress with studdes stones

[Chorus: Anthony Allen]

Now who's the man who brought you the Legend of the Liquid Sword?

Rap critics say "Damn" you're sick with your's

4th Chamber and the Shadowboxin' too

That Nigga be the GZA from Wu

And if you odn't know

About the piroclastic flow

Hotter than the spark that made it blow

You better recognize, recognize....

[Verse Two: GZA]

Why U-N-I-verse run like clock works forever?

Words pulled together, sudden change in the weather

The nature and the scale of events don't make sense

A story with no warnin' you're drawn in, environments

Gravity that's gone mad, clouds of dust and debree

Moving at colossal speeds, they crush an emcee

Since this rap region is heavily packed with stars

Internal mirror in the telescope, noticed the Czar

From far away, they blink as the lightnin' strolled

Great distance of space between precise globes

That travel in a circle of order

Like the tape in your cassette recorder filled with cult for slaughter

(Yeah, yeah...)

Meaning the con-tracts manifestly work

The hitman for hire, weapon in his hand he lurks

Inspite of the strange appearance he laid a clearance

on his target through a crowded market

No interference

The microphone left on the scene without a serial

Evidence consistent with organic material (Well)

Surprisingly, as we marched lively with great size and degree

Till it spread widely

[Chorus]