Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Advance Pawns, artist - GZA. Album song Grandmasters, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.2019
Record label: Soul Assassins
Song language: English
Advance Pawns |
Yeah, yeah, a special guest appearance |
From the slums… yo, aiyo |
I examine your diameter, third eye light the camera up |
Be careful, I got four ninjas, inside your parameter |
Perimeter, flame burst out all sides like Gamora |
My poisonous is released, gas from the canister |
Raise the black fist, we keep the earth on it’s axis |
I make a good day move slow like molasses |
Welcome to the bee hive, dual processor with the G5 |
There’s not a tape or disco break I can’t revive |
In this high tech world of fire wire and microchip |
We still keep the four-five clip, filled with the spiral tip |
I come from the 36 Chambers of danger |
With many lyrical swordsmen, that quick to change ya |
The difficulty to see closely, is mostly |
It’s a critical point, when ya rap niggas approach me |
Like the blind, deaf, dumb, who mind was left numb |
A non B-Boy nigga, couldn’t rhyme to the drum |
When I started M.C.'ing I entered, the gates of pleasure |
Not knowing, I be coming with, too much to measure |
With the math of an elder, and the steel of a welder |
The path of tray, that I had laid down, to held a |
Blueprint, that would draw attention like the Pope |
I examine all with the internal mirror of the scope |
Supreme deluxe edition, CREAM with a touch of wisdom |
Beams that through up the system, spleens, I conduct, you listen |
How you gonna tell me no, yo, the fuck you is in |
Locked in a four block radius like a public prison |
Twenty two year old, dunn, ain’t got a cup to piss in |
But he got a barrel gun, and that’s knuckle twitching |
And he got a baby moms and a cousin bitching |
Went to catch a body, now he stuck in another prison |
When you see it, you better acknowledge, your all swords |
Blaze the green hundred fours |
Pull out on you, blew you for the cause |
And Sudan outst a nigga, seclude you from my Clan |
This is water Glock, aces on cameras sniffin' raw |
Why try to fuck with these lecturers |
I’m so high powered, my electrical structure blew down the floor |
You was king for a second, I reigned, came with a different name |
The W.T.C. |
Family and more, one! |
They applause when I make my entrance |
I move on 'em with age and experience, before I start the sentence |
The rhyme was designed to meet most demand |
Is enough to compensate, fertilize the land |
He blew out the belt drive, M.C.'s they felt vibes |
Powerful dart, narrowly missing your whole tribe |
Scientists look, at the magnitude and devastation |
But the strands of heavy metal seem to have no relation |
But it’s always potential for large scale disasters |
Because the instrumentals, spins a hundred times faster |
Many was taken, is at the price of a pawn |
And the collective lost had left, thousand of mourn |
Them Clansmen, are the nucleus of hip-hop |
There’s no room for error, M.C.'s will get dropped |
Evidence of terrifying threats from heat pressure |
Power by strong winds that blew rhymes off the dresser |
The words spread through the town from Yonkers to Leffers |
And to kill off the slang was a city wide effort |
But they couldn’t be more wrong, my click was all strong |
Fit together seamlessly, til you’re all gone |
The queen by far, is the strongest piece |
Should too, should not be prematurely brought |
Into play, during in the opening |
Or she will be attacked by weaker pieces |
And driven back, it is very dangerous |
To make a raid with the queen early on in the game |
It is best, in opening, to make but one move with the queen |
And that, to a square where she is not exposed |
To any direct or indirect attack |