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    "Liquid Swords" Lyrics

    De La Soul

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    When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform
    Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
    Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
    Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut

    Fake niggas get flipped
    In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
    Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down
    I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
    On some wild out shit, to insert a fiend
    But it was your op the shop stolen art
    Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart
    I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
    Shit's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
    That's minimum, and feminine like sandals
    My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble
    Energy is felt once the cards are dealt
    With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts
    That attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon
    I represent from midnight to high noon
    I don't waste ink, nigga I think
    I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
    Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
    Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
    Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted
    Turn that shit up, my clan in the front want it

    When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform
    Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
    Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
    Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut

    I'm on a mission that niggas say is impossible
    But when I swing my swords they all choppable
    I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper
    Child educator, plus head amputator
    Cause niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers
    Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers
    Don't even stop in my station and attack
    While your plan failed, get derailed like Amtrak
    What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law
    I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
    Round the clock, that state pen time check it
    With the pens I be sticking but you can't stick to crime
    Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
    I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
    Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
    Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound
    It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
    So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels
    Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin
    Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

    When the MCs came to live out the name and to perform
    Some had to snort cocaine to act insane before Pete rocked it on
    Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain with the building to be born
    Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Robert F. Diggs, Gary E. Grice, Josef Zawinul, Felix Cavaliere, Edward J. Brigati Jr..
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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