Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beneath The Surface, artist - GZA/Genius. Album song Beneath The Surface, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
Beneath The Surface |
On a man-made lake there’s a sheet of thin ice |
Where unskilled skaters couldn’t figure-8 twice |
That’s sixteen uncut direct from the cult |
Head on assault, the result death by the bolt |
In a vault, they spoke about the average loss per mission |
That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision |
Like a plane crash from a bomb blast |
Special broadcast, slot time with comcast |
They kept the jury quiet and now the riot will form |
While satanic man now hang in his dorm |
I swing on you fake radio personalities |
Who boost ya ratings with hypes behind casualties |
And fire shots with low-pressure water gun play |
But instantly slap ya five like it’s Palm Sunday |
I fashion the first tool, from the elements the Earth use |
And built it to a complex network of communications |
You’re up against a hopeless situation |
I screen every vehicle from enemy observation |
Swarming unpredictably, we spread terror |
Increase the fog significantly, change the era |
Check my wind pattern, it’s heading west |
Success is freedom but failure can mean death |
Humans sweat and aim shovels, dig up the debris and rubble |
Permanent damage caused by the W |
Now who cowardlessly urge you to merge through |
And think the workers will serve you? |
The sonic marvel who just dropped the next novel |
Worldwide, rapidly marred in marble |
It’s a countless amount of emcees I saved |
And them same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave |
Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie? |
It seems our will is worthless, like we’re pawns beneath the sky |
Fate’s erased by reason and passion’s just a whim |
Feel empty so I breath in, keep myself from giving in |
Love and hatred, moments most sacred |
Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis |
Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with |
Guns we played with, niggas I relate with |
We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas worked for the Fed |
Sent out secretly to take my head |
I laid back and meditate to the words they said |
Skipped town for a month and grew some dreads |
Had a friend tell my family I was dead |
Returned at the last fall of the autumn leaf |
Operate the plan accordingly in case the Feds are recording me |
Sign all documents using forgery cause just a mere thought of me |
I’m like Solomon, spoke bluntly, told the world, «I'm black and comely» |
Howls from the grave haunt me, the smell of death’s upon me |
I dwell in the Hills like Gandhi |
Been in the presence of mad peasants and old kings |
Who sold everything on a quest for God’s Divine |
Slept in caves to get a clear mind |
Who prayed three times, when the Moon lit and when the Sun rise |
I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds |
Been in the mouth of many leopards |
Felt the death kiss of Satan’s mistress |
Walk through vacant districts, before religions I studied pagan scriptures |
True philosophers and physicians on the cure missions |
Who harden their hearts toward the weak, sick and inflicted |
Candles lit, gamble with a bitch |
Who made me love her when I touch her |
Soft paws hide claws |
Bees with sweet honey in they mouth |
Have bitter stingers at they tail |
Walk through the chambers of death, take a hole onto Hell |
Embracing her was like embracing the third rail |
Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie? |
It seems our will is worthless, like we’re pawns beneath the sky |
Fate’s erased by reason and passion’s just a whim |
Feel empty so I breath in, keep myself from giving in |
Scratch underneath the surface |