Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alphabets , by - GZA/Genius. Song from the album The Pro Tools Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.03.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Alphabets |
| All I need is a beat, with a continuous loop |
| And a live vibe, that’ll hypnotize like the flute |
| Along with something that’s rugged by nature like the forest |
| Composed like the symphony without a chorus |
| A place with the path and trail that you follow |
| With the wood, where you drive your nails, but too hollow |
| Far from reality, with a slim chance of getting back |
| Even if you narrowly escape the hidden traps |
| Nothing but the driven raps written in my notebook |
| Inspired by the cap and the gown, that’s on the coat hook |
| Prepare for the chemical rush, something new to cause |
| Your heart to bass, but it’s tangible to touch |
| Associate with those who are consumed with beats |
| Produce fire, until they melt the room with heat |
| You know my ink lay all over the sheets, let us/letters gather around |
| And form words, every time they meet |
| Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality |
| Father, then after that, there’s the G-O-D |
| He or Her, I Islam, then Justice |
| King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist |
| Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power’s the Queen |
| Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same |
| Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y |
| Zig Zag Zig, and now we’re back home |
| I brought butter for the popcorn, dip for the chips |
| And ego for your trip, some scripts for you to flip |
| Corrections for mishaps, errors, or mistakes |
| Fly raps for beats, and pop and lock for breaks |
| A legend in my own lifetime, from one rhyme |
| That was specially designed, from the hook to bottom line |
| Shine’s like a precious jewel, cut up in the workshop |
| With specialized handcrafted tools |
| Couldn’t buy this hardware, so don’t swipe your card there |
| Better yet, fold your hand, 'cause you holding the wrong pair |
| One hit wonders, get a little shine like flashlights |
| But when I drop the bomb and explode like gas pipes |
| A livewire, known as the dragon that spit fire |
| Verbal action, hot as the grease from deep fryers |
| Delivered in the perfect pitch, because hip hop |
| Is all in my genes/jeans, the pattern is seen in every stitch |
| Allah Be a Born, Cee Divine, Equality |
| Father, then after that, there’s the G-O-D |
| He or Her, I Islam, then Justice |
| King of Kingdom, Love, Hell or Right, we still exist |
| Master, Now in Cypher/O, Power’s the Queen |
| Rule of Rulers, Self of Save, the Truth of the square, the same |
| Universe, Victory, Wisdom, Unknown/X, Why/Y |
| Zig Zag Zig, and now we’re back home |