GZA — Rap City: The Basement Freestyle

Designer and most of man Stands the front-end loader Hold enough weight that'll compensate the shareholders Powerful motor controls are mad stable No room for error, injury proves fatal Hundred ton air-jack, quickly raise the steel After blowin' out the belt drive, Math' change the wheels Bust ya, slash ya, we still thick like plaster There's always potential for large scale disasters In the rec' rippin' narrowly missin' My camp be forced into a perilous proposition We must come see ya, dеspite imminent danger Was short on fuеl, before he flew out the hangar From the cold dirt, rocks and all, rap galore Watch the river flow backwards once we storm the shore Nigga, mark with razor-sharp eyes of the scope On the ropes, hanging from the towel and cliffs and slopes The magnitude of the devastation untold The collective laws of countless souls lay in the road The nucleus of hip hop, rap's hallmark They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark To the new details, distant wisp of light Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap Heat-pressure generated by a blasted cap The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount Couldn't be more wrong prior to your pursuing When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence As I bury my motor-action, implode a fraction Of ya investigation when ya askin Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya shooting eye