Genius Gza Beneath the Surface Letras:
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin
iceWhere unskilled skaters cut figure-eight
twiceThat's sixteen, uncut, direct from the
coldHead on a soul, the result, death by the
bulkIn a vault, and spoke about the average lost
permissionThat was seen by a king in a prophetic
visionLike a plane crash from a bomb blastSpecial
broadcast, slot time wit ComcastThat kept the jury
quiet, and now the riots performWhile satanic man,
now hangin his dawnI swing on you fake radio
personalitiesAnd boost your ratings, with hypes
behind casualtiesFire a shot, wit low-pressure
water gun playInstantly slap your fire like it's
Palm SundayI fashion the first jewel, from the
elements, the earth fumesAnd built it to a
complex, networkOf communications, you're up
against a hopeless situationI screen every vehicle
through enemy observationSwarmin unpredictably, we
spread terrorIncrease the fog significantly,
change the eraCheck my wind pattern, it's headin
westSuc-cess is freedom, but failure can mean
deathHumans sweat, aim shovelsDig up debris and
rubble, permanent damage caused by the W Now who,
callously urge you to merge throughAnd think the
workers'll serve youThe sonic marvel, who just
dropped the next novelWorld-wide rapidly more to
marbleIt's accountless amount of MC's I saveThen
them same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave
[Chorus] *vocal sample*Scratch underneath the
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surfaceBut as your purpose lieSeems our will is
worthlessLike we're pawns beneath the skyFace a
race by reason, and that is just a winFor empty
soul I breathe in, keep myself from givin in
[Killah Priest]
Love and hatred, home is most sacredBoth species
they lay naked in the tombs of oasisThink back on
niggas I ate wit, spend a day witGuns we played
wit, niggas I relate witWe broke breadI heard
through a vine niggas worked for the fedSent out
secretly to take my headI layed back and meditate
to the words they saidSkip town for a month and
grew some dredsHad a friend tell my family I was
deadReturn at the last fall of the autum
leafOperate the plan accordingly, in case the feds
re recording meSign all documents using forgeryCuz
just the mere thought of meI'm like Solomon, spoke
bluntlyTold the world I'm black ? and howls from
the grave hunt meThe smell of death's upon me, I
dwell in the hills like GhandiBeen in the presence
of mad peasantsAnd old kings, who sold everything
on a quest for God's divineSlept in caves to get a
clear mindWho prayed three times, when the moon
lit and when the sun riseI met dwellars in the
deserts, talked to shepherdsBeen in the mouth of
many leopards, felt the death kiss of Satan's
mistressWalked through vacant districts, before
religions studied pagan scripturesTwo philosophers
and physicians on a cure missionsWho harden they
hearts, to warn the weak and sickAnd inflicted,
candles lit, gamble wit a bitchWho made me love
her, when I touch herSoft paws, high claws, bees
wit sweet honey in they mouthHad bitter stingers
in they tailWalked through the chambers of
deathTake a whole lawn to hellEmbracin her was
like embracin the third rail Chorus"Scratch
underneath the surface"
Letras: Beneath the Surface Genius Gza [final]