"GZA FREESTYLE" lyrics
You ever heard a nigga this dope and underrated?
To say you can't fuck with this man is an understatement
The money that these rappers
Be yapping about — they capping
'Bout banking accounts
The point that I'm making is how
They lie to themselves
When they underpaid them
All them fuegzay lyrics you kicking — bitch, let's appraise it
Take the bar and raise it
I set the standard — it's nothing basic
Razor blades to faces
Cases on cases
Evidence traces
I deface your phrases
Erase your greatness upon the basis
That I'm losing patience
And I'm getting tired of being gracious
I take your top list and turn it into a grave shift
Yes, I am really shameless
I'm more Frank Gallagher
With a gallon of rum
I'm moving to the beat of my own drum
You want some? Then you should come get some
And I'll make sure I make you niggas my sons
I'll beat your ass because I love you —
And because what you've done
It's begun
You been shunned
And yeah, I hope you understanding me
I'm from that deep-run trailer park — that insanity
They only hand you eviction notices
And profanity
The inhumanity of this reality's calamity
It's facts, not fiction
Real life — no fantasy
The rich getting richer
Looking bigger than a manatee
So I can't stand a broke bitch that loves vanity
A nigga that can't make shit happen — what kinda man is he?
You down on your luck?
Then pick yourself back up
Cause you either fall off — or quicker to stand up
I'm telling you — most of these people are all frauds
See, they never showed up
Talking 'bout ballin' but you ain't an all-star
Bitch, you been on the sidelines
Niggas are living delusional fever dreams
You never reached your prime
I'm here to tell you that well dried up
They polluted the shit with trash
So-called legends that we have
Are still living in the past
Trying to tell a different story
With the same old cast
When they all out of cash
Then they start a podcast
At last — a truth teller that's gon' call it like he see it
The game is on a respirator — it's not breathing
I'm seething
I'm seeing
What I shouldn't be seeing
These icons y'all still love
Are really demons
I'm just peeling back the layers
I'll keep skimming the crust
You think the only one having freak-offs was Puff?
You know it's better off that I keep my mouth shut
Cause they assassinate the nigga that be saying too much — what?
Knowledge
Yeah...
It ain't lonely at the top
It's phony at the top
Don't let them confuse you
A lot of bullshit going on
A lot of snakes
A lot of fakes
A lot of shit that I hate
It's unbelievable
You can't make this shit up
So from now
Until the day I retire
Or expire —
It's fuck 'em all
To say you can't fuck with this man is an understatement
The money that these rappers
Be yapping about — they capping
'Bout banking accounts
The point that I'm making is how
They lie to themselves
When they underpaid them
All them fuegzay lyrics you kicking — bitch, let's appraise it
Take the bar and raise it
I set the standard — it's nothing basic
Razor blades to faces
Cases on cases
Evidence traces
I deface your phrases
Erase your greatness upon the basis
That I'm losing patience
And I'm getting tired of being gracious
I take your top list and turn it into a grave shift
Yes, I am really shameless
I'm more Frank Gallagher
With a gallon of rum
I'm moving to the beat of my own drum
You want some? Then you should come get some
And I'll make sure I make you niggas my sons
I'll beat your ass because I love you —
And because what you've done
It's begun
You been shunned
And yeah, I hope you understanding me
I'm from that deep-run trailer park — that insanity
They only hand you eviction notices
And profanity
The inhumanity of this reality's calamity
It's facts, not fiction
Real life — no fantasy
The rich getting richer
Looking bigger than a manatee
So I can't stand a broke bitch that loves vanity
A nigga that can't make shit happen — what kinda man is he?
You down on your luck?
Then pick yourself back up
Cause you either fall off — or quicker to stand up
I'm telling you — most of these people are all frauds
See, they never showed up
Talking 'bout ballin' but you ain't an all-star
Bitch, you been on the sidelines
Niggas are living delusional fever dreams
You never reached your prime
I'm here to tell you that well dried up
They polluted the shit with trash
So-called legends that we have
Are still living in the past
Trying to tell a different story
With the same old cast
When they all out of cash
Then they start a podcast
At last — a truth teller that's gon' call it like he see it
The game is on a respirator — it's not breathing
I'm seething
I'm seeing
What I shouldn't be seeing
These icons y'all still love
Are really demons
I'm just peeling back the layers
I'll keep skimming the crust
You think the only one having freak-offs was Puff?
You know it's better off that I keep my mouth shut
Cause they assassinate the nigga that be saying too much — what?
Knowledge
Yeah...
It ain't lonely at the top
It's phony at the top
Don't let them confuse you
A lot of bullshit going on
A lot of snakes
A lot of fakes
A lot of shit that I hate
It's unbelievable
You can't make this shit up
So from now
Until the day I retire
Or expire —
It's fuck 'em all
