On Tha Ground

This is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop

Not that skinny bitch Cameron although she's hot

Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie

Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me

Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it down

In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound

Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways

I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway

[Petter (RZA)]

Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler

för dessa snubbars problem

jag silar snacket på scen

det är vad dom säger när jag har gått

vad dom skriver på sitt nät

hur jag lät, hur jag var

vad jag sa, var jag bra

var jag keff, var jag deff

Var jag aight, var jag tight

var jag nice, var jag bajs

var jag ingenting alls

var jag kung, var jag tung

(F**k that shit)

om du inte diggar min stil man

(Nigga, f**k that shit)

[RZA]

Don't f**k with my money, son, don't f**k with my bitch

Don't f**k with my lab and don't f**k with my whip

Don't f**k with my jewels, my weed or my dip

Or I might get the glock, son, and f**k with this clip

Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin'

Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's

Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline

And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians

[Feven]

Yo

Let the world witness some real shit 'bout to go down

RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound

When it's laid, history already made

We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders

Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N

Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin

In act two, this is my chance to blast thru

And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too

Down here on the ground - ? (repeat 4X)

[RZA]

Nigga-nigga-nigga what?

Down here on the ground, we f**k niggaz up

We break shit down, yo look

The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs

Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova

Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders

Best to back the f**k up, my mag buckin' up

The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up

Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier

Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya

[Diaz]

There's a lot of shit that separates y'all from me

I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me

If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me

A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me

I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky

Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that cock be

Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands

Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance

[Petter]

Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav

vi tar till publikhat

det är alltid likadant, hör ditt prat I publikhav

jag klarar mig själv

fixar mitt shit själv

slashar mitt shit väl

drar in cash varje kväll

ständigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikväll

gå på scen I ett svart klädesställ

jag är som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jävla stil

jag är som en hundra formel ett, fast I en jävla bil

[Feven]

Let me bring more, spit more, kick more shit

I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick

I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips

You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss that's killin' this

Down here on the ground - ? (repeat 6X)