Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real Chorus: genius Yo, the fiends ain't comin fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold
gold, I re-up and reload Product must be sold to you No neighborhood is rough enough There is no clips that's full enough I can't fold, I need gold,
译文: 天才. 黄金.
译文: GZA /天才. 黄金.
niggaz ain't crazy for real [Chorus: Genius] Yo, the fiends ain't comin fast enough There is no cut that's pure enough I can't fold, I need gold, I
erratic, time is four, four I'm the microphone scholar, clockin' long dollars Here to make the place funky while the fly girls holler Genius vocalist, rhyme style priceless Pound of gold
Flush, so kiss my royal nuts ain?t nothing silver spooned, I came from the soil, bruh but now I?m eating off of rather yellow gold exquisite ravioli with
old hotel. Leave the homeless man in his cardboard cell. Let the painted horse on the carousel remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. Just like the gold
hotel Leave the homeless man, out in that cardboard cell Let the painted horse on the carousel remain 'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere Just like the gold
paint all dents Keep a few bad chicks, I ain't your average hero Movie premieres, catch me with the zam enginero Six six eleven gold, playboy industrialist
neck of emman-u-el White pearls, that's it, in the oyster shell Voice excels, judas upheld Take videos of my queens pretty toes Gold slippers, no clothes
got this Beamer from nothing If they ain't talking bout paper, just tell them end of discussion And now that I'm getting money, my neighbors turn to my cousins (Wale) Gold
, whatchu want nigga?) A repetitive loop All I need to destroy a soloist or group Huh, I put it to ya boy Hope you got the scoop Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
freak it And if you notice my shit don't even rhyme Look at that, I ain't even got a rap and it's still phat My shit went gold, I got fat knots And you
Coming through Levels shifting get swift on analog sounds, pounds of rocket tars Microchips incredible antibiotic medicine, better than octo Although created by the master genius
wives takin baths Along with briefcase filled with one point five, that's the bribe Take it or commit suicide First rule, anyone who schemes on the gold
I'm a Cadillac tramp at the end of his road A swap meet rat who's sittin' on gold, yeah baby I'm a guitar gangster without a tune I'm the baseball bat
