On the Eve of War

Yeah... Vinnie Paz, baby

Yeah... yeah... yeah

This is raw, all across the board, Liquid Sword Chamber

If it's coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger

Heavy metal rap, with a four four banger

We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya

I play homage to the best of them, like Christopher Wallace

And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from copers

I'm with Allah Justice, and we raw gritty

Picture how, in a dial, to New York City

I brought a four with me, we can capture the ring

And now we more merciless than the Statue of Ming

And ya'll are more purpose, listen, the pastor is king

You gon' die, like a brawl with a gat in the Bing

It's a passionate thing, the way we make classics

Genuine brill yitz orinate madness

Yeah, we all spin on the same axis

And this chrome thing here, leave your frame backwards

The police always try'nna aim flame at us

So I don't mind when the fuckin' brain splatters

I don't mind, that we all gon' die soon

I return to the silence of God's tomb

[Chorus x2: GZA samples]

"There's no escapin', once the blade starts scrapin'"

"My sword, indeed, make more niggaz bleed"

"Wannabe MC's is shakin'"

"So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed"

[Interlude: sample]

I don't believe what I'm seeing, I don't believe it..

Ladies and gentlemen, at this time

We ask you to please rise (you'll never quit

No one will ever get it, there's no thing quit)

[GZA]

Imagine a rhyme in it's prime, from off the baselines

Skyscraper verticals, support the hang time

Evidence that was left at the scene of the crime

Trace back to a few, from out a group of nine

Who performed well, regardless to the price of the tickets

Off or on stage, whatever, still kick it

With the footwork, of Freddie Adu, it's all new

Now the rap commisioners, they wanna clone my shoe

But the road's narrow, and it's difficult to climb

With the heat, the wind and the fallen rocks combined

It's hard to stay in line, the course is an obsticle

Within each chamber, the force is unstoppable

Lyrical swordsman, blades sharp, I cut out your heart

M.C.'s want no part, in any type of conflict

Because then I respond quick, it gets Vick

The problem goes beyond sick

[Chorus x2]

[Outro: (sample) Vinnie Paz]

(Wearin' red trunks with silver trim, fightin' outta Philadelphia, Pennsylvania)

This is how we do (His game is tight, and there's nothing to do)

Pazmanian Devil, Frank Sinatra, Jedi Mind, Wu-Tang

What's the deal, baby? GZA/Genius, Stoupe on the track, yeah

My man Soop on the boards

Those who dare oppose us shall stand knee deep in the blood of their children

Is that he who fondles the pleasure of Allah

Like him who has made himself reservin' the displeasure from Allah

And his abode and how, and it is an evil destination...)