Rza - Poisonous Darts lyrics

"Let's see you try the water technique! Hai! Ha, ha! (sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch) The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is hard to beat But the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat Yeah... "The sky is high, the cloud is low" (f** him) "But my water technique is hard to beat" (yeah, check the live sh**) "But the earth, can absorb water, hai! Hai!" (uhh) [Verse 1] So what the f** I got to lose ha? Word to God let's get it on Clap your heels three times, grab the magic wand Nameless, these stonewashed cats, leave 'em brainless Somewhere out of this world, stranded on Uran*s With coke and a dollar bill, stems and crack capsules Take a blast boo, b**by trap a cruise it's natural Like soybean, burn like a laser beam My vaccine, I shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns The segment, rap fragment comes together like magnets Attract heads captured like Dragnet Going through mad phases, of all ages k**a Beez locked the f** up behind cages The Genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze Press caller ID for me to quote more degrees The fortune teller tuck a sleeping gas umbrella Award winning dining in the back of Armanbella Now who, don't believe that cash must rule I don't eat meat, I slap blood out of Perdue Keep a wireless mic, mics on strike the session Is over, I file this and glow like fluorescent Peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on Yeah peace to y'all, let's get our rhyme on [Verse 2] Yo yo, mountains of blow like snow constant cash flow Rocking a Shaft afro, Tony got mad glow with hoes Mega powder dripping from they nose f**ing Jet magazine b**hes with wide p**y pose Centrefold the whole night, deadly venom horror snake bites Only Built 4 Cuban Link kings who shoot dice Holding money bags, convertible Benz with feathered bags With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in Baghdad You onionhead n***as spread out and parley Yo, Rae these ick days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like, guitar strings down in Spain I'm so hyped Jakes label God "crack c**aine" Y Equality Self God, yeah yeah you know it kid Ricky f**ed up a G-Pack, blow his wig He's rocking Wu Wear, the latest in fleece uniform He's a newborn, look at money swearing like he on But anyway back to furry Kangols, Jamaican Wallabies My back is on the wall, bombing devils with tricknology My heart is cold like Russia, got jerked at The Source awards Next year two hundred n***as coming with swords!