Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alphabets, artist - GZA/Genius. Album song The Pro Tools Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |