Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
This is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop
Not that skinny bitch Cameron although she's hot
Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie
Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me
Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it down
In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound
Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways
I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway
Lick up kick down these cats get more
For these dudes' problems
I strain the talk on stage
That's what they say when I'm done
What they write on their neck ¤t
How I sounded, how I was
What I said, was I good
Was I keff, was I deff
Was I aight, was I tight
Was I nice, was I shit
Was I nothing at all
Was I king, was I heavy
(Fuck that shit)
If you don't dig my style man
(Nigga, fuck that shit)
Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my bitch
Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck with my whip
Don't fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip
Or I might get the glock, son, and fuck with this clip
Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin'
Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's
Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline
And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians
Yo , let the world witness some real shit 'bout to go down
RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound
When it's laid, history already made
We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders
Remember my name F-to the E V E N
Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin
In act two, this is my chance to blast thru
And my crew GFX, yeah remember that too
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Nigga-nigga-nigga what?
Down here on the ground, we fuck niggaz up
We break shit down, yo look
The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs
Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova
Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders
Best to back the fuck up, my mag buckin' up
The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up
Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier
Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya
There's a lot of shit that separates y'all from me
I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me
If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me
A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me
I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky
Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that cock be
Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands
Y 'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance
I see a finger in an audience
We resort to audience hatred
It's always the same, here r your talk In the audience
I manage myself, fix my shit myself
Slash my shit well, pull in cash every night
Constantly current 100 decibels, moron, still
Going on stage In a black wardrobe
I am Am like a grog without wood, just pure damn style
I am like a hundred formula one, stuck in a damn car
Let me bring more , spit more, kick more shit
I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick
I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips
You talkin' this, don't under speed
The Miss that's killin' this
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground ?
Down here on the ground?
Down here on the ground?