I won’t hesitate to detonate, I’m short fused.
GZA, “4th Chamber,” Liquid Swords, 1995
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I got mouths to feed,
Unnecessary beef is more cows to breed.
What is the meaning of C.R.I.M.E.?
Is it Criminals Robbin’ Innocent Muthafuckaz Everytime?
I judge wisely…as if nothin ever surprise me,
Loungin, between two pillars of ivory.
I’m lively, my dome piece is like buildin stones in Greece.
My poems are deep, from ancient thrones I speak.
Like my man Muhammad from Afghanistan:
Grew up in Iran, the nigga runs a neighborhood newsstand.
A wild Middle Eastern…bomb specialist,
Initiated at eleven to be a terrorist.
He set bombs in bottles of champagne
And when niggaz popped the cork, niggaz lost half they brains.
I’m on some tax-free shit by any means,
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit C.R.E.A.M.
I was always taught my do’s and don’ts:
For do’s I did, and for don’ts, I said I won’t.
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers.