Genius And Gza Living In The World Today Lyrics

Living In The World Today Lyrics

Intro:  

  

 Yo [yeah] Check it out son, check it out son  

 Yo, [Wu, can I get a soo] live in the place to be  

 You got the capital G  

 G to the A-M-C  

 Givin a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school  

 And we gonna take y'all back, knowhatI'msayin?  

 Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son  

 [Yo check it]  

  

 Chorus: The Genius  

  

 Well if you livin in the world today  

 You be hearin the slang that the Wu-Tang say  

 Niggaz that front we don't handle em  

 So we blast em, alright, well OK  

  

 Well if you like the wicked sound then clap man  

 And if the women love it too well then raise your hands  

 But only raise your hands if you're Sure  

 [Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it]  

  

 Verse One: The Genius  

  

 My rhyme gross weight be into combination  

 was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the station  

 Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it and  

 gassed up, fucking with some regular unleaded shit  

 Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that  

 bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope  

 Heavenly art, military is necessary, it's a gamble  

 MC's bet they best at every  

 power move, parable ditties might harm  

 if tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs  

 Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic  

 Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive  

 sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle  

 Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled  

 Now who could ever say they heard of this?  

 My motherfuckin style is mad murderous  

  

 Chorus: (in reverse verse)  

  

 Interlude: Method Man, Genius  

  

 Well what you know about MCin?  

 Yo, I know a lot  

 Well can you demonstrate somethin nigga?  

 Huh, I'd rather not  

  I'm talkin bout stacks cuzin  

 Nigga that's what I got  

 Cash Rules over all  

 Well Cash Rules the spot  

  

 Verse Two: The Genius  

  

 My preliminary attack keep cemetaries packed  

 Of niggaz who think it ain't like that  

 MC's are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks  

 then God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck  

 Raps of led, you got caught up in the web  

 now bees are stingin, yo that niggaz them singin  

 I'll be swingin swords strictly based on keyboards  

 Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws  

 I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor  

 MC's be out like bank robbers  

 Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor  

 DJ the getaway driver  

 Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes  

 On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives  

 Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it  

 Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate  

 for fat tapes and then played out and out of date  

 Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate  

 And from that point, the God made a statement  

 Draftin tracements, replacements in basements  

 materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box  

 and microscopic optics received through the boxes  

 obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical  

 Punchlines, that's unstoppable  

 Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops  

 around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop  

 But we only increase if everything is peace  

 Father U C King the police  

  

 Chorus  

  

 Chorus