GZA — Pass the Bone

[Sample] No stems, no seeds that you don't need Acapulco gold is… BAD ASS WEED [Intro: The Genius & (Prince Rakeem)] Yo, this is the Giga-Giga-Genius And I got the brother Prince Rakeem on the side You know we got the sess bones in the house And yo, God, I'ma pass you the bone (Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone so I can rule the microphone) [Verse 1: Prince Rakeem] Rakeem is feelin' lovely, word, a pocket full of dough A little drunk, reaction's mad slow Thinkin', should I go to the club scene? (And do what?) And bag a rub-a-dub queen Another thing, beyond the cream, I wanted to get ripped Put my lips on a blunt tip It's been two weeks, since I last scored (What'd you do?) Went down to the club floors Five dollar fee, plus ID But a brother like me gassed his way in for free Word, took a bar seat Got a tall glass of Sex on the Beach And turned to my left, saw this girl she was slammin', sir (Ooh, what ya do, kid?) I examined her Pushed up, I tried to bag her for her name (What happened?) I didn't have the game Overwhelmed by a scent in the air Could it be? Yes, yeah, a potent bag of sess there It was Raekwon and Loungin' Lo They had a bone (You mean a blunt?) A palmetto I said, "Pass the bone, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone" They passed it, took one pull, I was blasted Felt kind of stimulated, fan-ta-stic Re-approached the weak-cypher (Did you surprise her?) I tranquilized her Bagged her for her name and address Slid to her rest, achieved mad success (But did you bone her?) Did I bone her? Did I bone her? You should've heard her moan (uh!) [Hook: Prince Rakeem & The Genius] Pass the bone, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Yo, Genius, flip the microphone Yo, pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone so I can rule the microphone [Verse 2: The Genius] Yo, check it Outside a nightclub, what? We shine some young bloods Drinkin' forties right down to the suds Ready to flow inside and rip the mic-phone Hmm, and all I needed was a sess bone And guess who come down the block stumblin' drunk? (Who?) Ason, with two bags of skunk Pull out the blunt, put the weed inside Roll it up tight, then the flame was applied Inhale, but not pertainin' to cough Exhale, you know, like two pulls and off Stimulated kind of toxie Seen a girl who was foxy, yo, but she needed OxyWash (Oh my gosh) Yo, not to disrespect, but back to the subject The brothers rolled up on the scene that I had known Smelled the skunk and said "Yo, pass the bone!" I said, "Lounge, G, there's not enough to pass around So go get a bag from Uptown" I gave a pound to the brothers who was sweatin' me What about the Wisdoms? Yo, they was stressin' me "Hey Genius, Genius, when ya gonna come do me? Step to me, you know, screw me?" Just another redbone that I had bagged in the red zone And took home to get my head flown Forget about the weak-cipher, so I slid to the back Leavin' tracks of smokestacks That originated from the sess crops Give me the mic and watch me get props [Hook: The Genius] Pass the bone, yo kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid, pass the bone Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Pass the bone, kid pass the bone Pass the bone so I can rule the microphone