Breaker Breaker - The Genius/GZA |
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin iceWhere unskilled skaters cut figure-eight twiceThat's sixteen, uncut, direct from the coldHead on a soul, the result, death by the bulkIn a vault, and spoke about the average lost permissionThat was seen by a king in a prophetic visionLike a plane crash from a bomb blastSpecial broadcast, slot time wit ComcastThat kept the jury quiet, and now the riots performWhile satanic man, now hangin his dawnI swing on you fake radio personalitiesAnd boost your ratings, with hypes behind casualtiesFire a shot, wit low-pressure water gun playInstantly slap your fire like it's Palm SundayI fashion the first jewel, from the elements, the earth fumesAnd built it to a complex, networkOf communications, you're up against a hopeless situationI screen every vehicle through enemy observationSwarmin unpredictably, we spread terrorIncrease the fog significantly, change the eraCheck my wind pattern, it's headin westSuc-cess is freedom, but failure can mean deathHumans sweat, aim shovelsDig up debris and rubble, permanent damage caused by the W |
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