7 Pounds - GZA/Genius

Speakin' of this art form this slang is dangerous

MC’s are like sperm cells, a gang of us

Fightin' to reach the egg

Bitin' or loose a leg

Odds are like one in ten million, a thin thread

One from a thousand speaks in his own voice

The other 999 imitate without choice

Never even knowing it until the going gets rough

See the amplified sample I’ve grown with.

I grab the microphone the unthinkable happens

See the rocket’s red glare like the guns;

clappin'

They still cage matchin' MC’s is scrappin'

Not the UFC but my opponent’s tappin'

So don’t let a little bit of fear turn to hatred

I was sent as the savior to revive what is sacred

Also stop this uncalled-for behavior

Sylphic rap cats they lactate the flavor

Got word from the wise to let it drop

Set this on fire, take aim and let it pop

Because regardless of who or what

Even with doors shut

I’m givin' 'em straight raw you’re givin' 'em raw cut

Like Bolivian rock, your watered down hip hop

Rap so outta shape and far from tip-top

Girls next to pebbles

Spoons against shovels

Dictators next to rebels and

Gods against Devils.

No time for backwards thinkin' let’s think ahead,

If you wanna sleep when you awake then make your bed

A lot of MCs came to see me on referrals

Not even knowing that they would undergo great perils

This cutting edge methods from the most specialized

The lord of the art strikes a chord in your heart

Your ear love to hear the guard rip the track apart

To me hip hop is like Einstein to science;

A match made in heaven, most likely alliance

Complex individual that you dream of being

Intellectual charlatan, the all-high-seeing

Got an appetite for heat so then come and bite the beat and

Digest the rest and don’t stress the part you couldn’t eat.