Silent - GZA

You call me up and remain silent Your breathing's under control I wouldn't trust a word you could say I feel alive when you're gone And I don't know how to feel I still have the same anger after all these years No, I don't need to move on, I need to fix something Don't come any closer, stay the fuck away from me I have to separate what I feel from what I know I don't want to play this game I can't believe it's the world I've always known Am I alive? I wouldn't give it another shot Don't call me when you feel lost at night You call me up and remain silent Your breathing's under control I wouldn't trust a word you could say I feel alive when you're gone I know you're thinking about the things we've left undone Don't call me up to remain silent I feel best when you're gone And the silence is killing you But that's all I expect from you I know your deepest lies But you'll never get to know what's deep inside me You never tried to walk in my shoes 'Cause it all goes back to you I have to break this endless silence And stay away from you Every word you said was torture But your silence is even worse And you're not even close to knowing me I can read it in your mind Your heart is waiting somewhere and I lose a part of mine You were the worst part of me I can feel it down my spine Something in me is crawling Into the void you left inside Crawling in my mind And I lose a part of mine I can feel it down my spine Somewhere deep inside You call me up and remain silent My breathing's under control I wouldn't trust a word you could say I feel alive when you're gone I know you're thinking about the things we've left undone Don't call me up to remain silent I feel best when you're gone

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a shark nigga guessing Give crazy shouts, son, here's the outcome Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides On July 4th, from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

(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)