Ras Kass: Lyrical swords

Uh, Dreddy Kruger, what up, my nigga?Yeah, GZA, you know, uh, Rassy, you knowShouts out to my nigga Wreckonize, all my MIA[GZA]Formed in very a strong advanced post, east to west coastAhead of time, competition not even half closeLet's say, by no means, an equal valuePrematurely brought to play, I'll never allow youTo strike first, so precautions must be takenAnd what's worst? When you're just fronting and fakingIt's a shame when the sixteen bars are just a wasteAnd every line or word, is badly placedEven dealing with the narrow window of timeMy arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power linesOn a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass teamThat only move, at a push of a button that pull stringsBad boys move in silence, secretly fading inUnlike fake gangstas and ya wannabe made menActing like they carry the gun that killed LincolnOr they rolling with two hundred murderers from Kingston[Ras Kass]Our goal is to learn y'all niggaz, about this new world orderBut I'm still try'nna run up in the president's daughterHe the auditor, ain't let the NARC's see this barkerStick to bitches walls like I'm Peter ParkerThe Vida Guerrera sidekick hackerFive niggaz licked, on the Internet jacked herDog, I'm not a rapper, I'm the black DraculaNosferatu, spitting darts at you, out of black AcuraHomies is gat packers, rat packerFly nigga, I'm the venomous stack attractorMack attacker, pimp slapper, the track crackerEpitome of nice, after rainbow, press the laughterAnd y'all niggaz is the worst, like fat chicks with little kicksIf your names not YKK, then get off my dickBitch, I hang with the trillest, and that's why 5 percentIs college kids and next felons fillersI'm sick with the words, Waterproof and Liquid SwordsThe world never heard this before, call me Mr. MoreCuz more money, more murder, and more spit to serve