0% Finance - GZA

Yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa If I was a wizard of finance Speculating every day on Wall Street My dividends would be so tremendous, baby Even Dow Jones would find it hard to believe It's your lovin' Can I kiss you Can I squeeze you Can I hug you Right now baby (it's the squeezing kind) (X2) All-right! If I had plenty of money I would probably in one year I'd be busy buying you flowers, girl Just to show I appreciate your being here It's your lovin' Can I kiss you Can I squeeze you Can I hug you Right now, baby It's the squeezing kind (X2) It's the lovin' kind It's the squeezin' kind (X2) It's your lovin' Can I kiss you Can I squeeze you Can I hug you Can I squeeze you kind, yeah darling It's the lovin' kind It's the squeezing kind (X2) If I were a wizard of finance I would probably invest my life in you My dividend would be so tremendous, baby Even Dow Jones won't believe it's true It's the lovin' kind It's the squeezing kind (X2) It's your lovin' Can I kiss you Can I squeeze you Can I hold you Can I hug you Can I please you Can I squeeze you kind, yeah It's the lovin' kind It's the squeezing kind (X3)

Romance without finance is a nuisance (but definitely) Baby, you know I need me some gold Romance without finance just don't make sense (it sure don't) Mama, mama, please give up that gold You so great and you so fine You ain't got no money, you can't be mine It ain't no joke to be stone broke Baby, you know I'd lie when I say Romance without finance is a nuisance (you're not kidding, bro) Please, please, baby, give me some gold Romance without finance is a nuisance (oh, but it is) Oh baby, I must have me some gold Romance without finance just don't make sense (no kind of way) Oh baby, mama, mama, give up that gold You so great and you so fine You ain't got no money you can't be mine It ain't no joke to be stone broke Baby, you know I'd lie when I say Romance without finance is a nuisance (it's a drag)

Yeah 아아아아, 아아 아아아아, 아아아아 (yeah) Yeah 너와의 하루는 match point 긴장감 속에 몸이 안 움직여 내 맘을 숨겨 놓고서 하는 hi 이어지는 rally 끝날 줄 몰라 온종일 스치는 눈빛 이건 뭘까 누구 하나 먼저 나설 줄 몰라 한걸음이 부족해 네 맘을 다 흔들어 놓을 그 한마디 필요할 것 같은데 마주친 순간 좋은 timing 선을 넘어 난 야이야이야 이쯤에서 던져볼까 (that's right) 선을 넘어 난 야이야이야아 봐, 봐 Here I go, smashing, smashing 봐, 놀라지 마 (that's right) 야이야이야아, 오오오오 몰랐지 요즘 매일이 작은 공처럼 계속 움직여 난 어디로 튈진 모르지만 다 fine (fine) 네트 선에 나뉜 우리 사이에 눈빛이 back and forth, 계속 tiki-taka (oh) 안 그런 척해도, 다 받아주지 이미 시작된 걸까? 네 맘에 물결을 일으킬 단 한마디 (ah-ha, ah-ha) 이제 준비하려 해 마주친 순간 좋은 timing 선을 넘어 난 야이야이야 이쯤에서 던져볼까 (that's right) 선을 넘어 난 야이야이야아 봐, 봐 Here I go, smashing smashing 봐, 놀라지 마 (that's right) 야이야이야아 이런 느낌, makes me crazy 헛스윙해도 몰라 (아마 아닐 거야) 긴 긴 게임 let me finish (yeah) 확실한 게 좋아 (oh) 이런 느낌, makes me crazy (yeah) 손이 떨려와 (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) 긴 긴 게임 let me finish (yeah) 답은 하나야 (oh, whoa, whoa) 기다린 순간 좋은 timing 선을 넘어 난 아이야이야 이쯤에서 던져볼까 선을 넘어 난 야이야이야아 (ooh) 봐, 봐 (here I go, here I go) Here I go, smashing smashing (oh, here I go) 봐, 놀라지 마 (that's right) 야이야이야아 (you) 아아아아, 아아아아 (oh, whoa, whoa) 아, 아, 아, 아 아아아아, 아아아아 아, 아, 아, 아

(Special technique) fuck that (Spe-special technique of shadowboxing) God damn (The GZA, God damn) (The GZA, God damn) pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Method, god damn) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on) (Uh, yeah, ahh, uh) Johnny Blaze I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Johnny Blaze) Maximilli-on Maximilli-on Maximilli-on I breaks it down to the bone gristle Ill speakin' Scud missile heat seekin' Johnny Blazing Nightmares like Wes Craven, niggas gunnin' My third eye seen it comin' before it happen You know about them fuckin' Staten Kids they smashin' Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin' (hmm) Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? (Hmm) Talkin' out your asshole You shoulda learnt 'bout the flow and peasy afro Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot-nosed From my naps to the bunion on my big toe I keeps it movin' Know just what the fuck I'm doin', rap insomniac Fiend to catch a nigga snoozing, slip the cardiac Arrest me, exorcist Hip Hop posses me Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my Steez Burnin' to the third degree, sneaky ass Allley cat top pedigree, the head toucher Industry party bum rusher You don't like a dick up in ya, fuck ya (Allow me to demonstrate) that's right, you corny-ass (The skill of Shaolin) rap motherfuckers (The special technique) better go back and check (Of shadowboxing) your fuckin' stacks (Shadowboxing) 'cause your naps ain't nappy enough And your reefs ain't rugged enough Bitch I slayed MC's back in the rec room era My style broke motherfucking backs like Ken Patera Most rap niggas came loud but unheard Once I pulled out, round 'em off to the nearest third Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait Flood the seminar, trying to orbit this corporate Industry, but what them niggas can't see Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial We reign all year round from June to June While niggas bite immediately if not soon Set the lynchin' and form the execution date As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions 'Cause RZA, to charge niggas 20G's a session When my mind start to clickin', and the strategy Is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit I don't give a cotten pickin' fuck About a brother tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own Hard-hat protect your dome Look at mama baby boy actin' like he grown No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone Killa Bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son Wu brother number one, protect ya neck Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee To the next episode, I keeps it grungy Hand on my nutsac, and spittin' lung-ghies At a wack nigga that, don't understand the fact When it come to RZA tracks, I don't know how to act Real rap from the Stat, Killa Hill projects How to be exact, break it down All and Together Now Things are gettin' good lookin' better now (Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin) (Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing) (Shadowboxing) Oh mayne, oh mayne Oh mayne, oh mayne (Allow me to demonstrate)

Yo, picture bloodbaths in elevator shafts Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings Slow-moving MCs is waiting for the editing The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry Herbal vapors and biblical papers Smoking Exodus, every square yard is plush Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions, facial expression Leaves impression, try to keep a shark nigga guessing Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th, from Bed-Stuy Where money don't grow on trees and there's thieving MC's Who cut-throat to rake leaves They can't breathe, blood splash, rushing fast Like running rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver