Unstoppable Threats

Lyrics

[Chorus: GZA] This is hip-hop MCs get busy, it's not pop You front and you get dropped You're listening to slanged-out goodies in Timberlands and hoodies With the rhythm that came from the streets [Verse 1: GZA] I was a young one at the time, but started mic trippin' Had rhythm like Ali when he was rope skipping I got crazy when I heard the break beat I used to lose it on niggas on 4th and 8th Street They couldn't stop the attack once I moved forward Many was drawn back, assault was seen awkward Only armed with the bow and a mad flow Poisonous arrows on a mark, that was set to go Traveling at high speeds, towards a target I never hit bystanders in crowded markets Documenters catch this most intimate footage In the center, they come close, label it the hooded Remarkable clips of an uncut episode They was given the safe, but never was left the code Close up of those who have paved the road Invincible armor like that nigga we call The Toad [Chorus: GZA] This is hip-hop MCs get busy, it's not pop You front and you get dropped You're listening to slanged-out goodies in Timberlands and hoodies With the rhythm that came from the streets This is hip-hop MCs get busy, it's not pop You front and you get dropped You're listening to slanged-out goodies in Timberlands and hoodies With the rhythm that came from the streets [Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] Havoc on the block, shots from the ratchet, sizzle pop Slugs spinnin' out of control, bodies drop You know the saying in the hood, fuck the cops Certified on the clock, young thugs with metal Glocks It takes place on the planet in rocks Take nothing for granted, raised by these thieves and bandits The enchanted, sticky green keeps my eyes slanted Hard times comin' up in the ghetto, but the Sunn manage Watch me take advantage, get it, split it, panoramic The notes I quote water like the great Atlantic Never catch me frantic, swift with the antics Bitch niggas vanish, niggas, they run rapid Sun of a Man, son of the sun, son of a gun Breaded from the slums of each one and teach one What's done is done, son, the game is made Stay sharp like switchblades, continue to get paid [Chorus: GZA] This is hip-hop MCs get busy, it's not pop You front and you get dropped You're listening to slanged-out goodies in Timberlands and hoodies With the rhythm that came from the streets [Verse 3: Masta Killa] You know a motherfuckin' hit when it split your wig back Young Gatling, strapping a .38 revolver It's going down, wait for the sound, my soldiers rally 'round Ninja men blending in with the surrounding 'Nough gunmen, 'nough Flatbush yardmen strapped with the vest No pussy test the God, the grounds is well-held Illegal Desert Eagle, cadaver dog Search for the body that's lost, of course it's BK You heard niggas got killed for sheik coats and big ropes Legendary steez that sold coke Some blocks that's still hot from shots popped back in '88 The black gate where son lay, never made the paper Just another caper pulled by a masked killer, broad daylight Crown Heights, summer Fahrenheit, heat blazing Cops on the beat, stop the money flow of the street My dough is whole wheat, the fam gotta eat [Chorus: GZA] This is hip-hop MCs get busy, it's not pop You front and you get dropped You're listening to slanged-out goodies in Timberlands and hoodies With the rhythm that came from the streets This is hip-hop MCs get busy, it's not pop You front and you get dropped You're listening to slanged-out goodies in Timberlands and hoodies With the rhythm that came from the streets [Outro: GZA] Come on This is hip-hop Come on Come on This is hip-hop Come on Come on This is hip-hop Come on Come on