Legend of the Liquid Sword

[Intro: Ghostface Killah]<br>Yeah, six o`clock in the morning<br>That`s right, you gotta get your darts right<br>Spray ya`ll niggas on some marksman shit]<br><br>[Ghostface Killah]<br>I got ready to graze<br>Took my hat off and the crowd went crazy<br>Bitches threw their panties, the sound man was fannin` me<br>The whole place was standin`, G<br>What they chant, we was family<br>Jumped in the crowd and I swam to sea<br>Threw me to the back, surprise, I still had my chains on me<br>Dana Dane, front row bitches, I bang all three<br>Say, yo, Meth, fuck it, throw a Jim Brownski<br>Versace, banana color robes and my socks be<br>Them Billie Jean shits and they real Rocky<br>The fans can`t knock me<br>I bench Coliseums while Genius spot me<br>Plus I`m cocky, bitch<br><br>[Streetlife]<br>Once I, took off the hoodie, revealed the face<br>Cop patrol couldn`t control the place<br>I got groupies backstage, lined up at the gate<br>The signs up, yellin`, "We love your tape!"<br>I`m sorry I took so long, didn`t mean to make ya`ll wait<br>But good things take time to create<br>You can find me, in your studio<br>Half baked, eatin` ganja cake<br>Tryin` to make my next release date<br>With Ghost, Street, GZA, great minds relate<br>You know a brother bond is hard to break<br>When we perform we cause the Earth to shake<br>Ain`t nuthin` change, it`s still those same niggas you love to hate<br>GZA...<br><br>[GZA]<br>I set examples over amplified samples<br>That`s scratched in the club, ducks begin to trample<br>On those fell victim, body loss they souls<br>These beats when I picked `em<br>Jones played the role, soldiers brave and bold<br>RZA paid the roll, GZA buries the scrolls<br>Then months later it was, then years later it was<br>Written on loose leaf, that old formula<br>That was stolen by new thieves<br>The journalist watched it, critics couldn`t knock it<br>A piece of history that they carried in they pocket<br>With the time factor, speed was the order of the day<br>What a delay, they were able to, what he would say<br>Why waste the slot time, of the ridiculous rhyme<br>That`s only excused by a generous mind<br>I kept `em stored in the shelters like the goods in cans<br>`Til I turned rap villes into harvested lands