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DJ Muggs vs. GZA - Illusory Protection lyrics
[Intro: movie sample]
 When I request my flashing sword..
 And my hand take hold on judgment..
 I will take vengeance upon my enemies..
 And I will repay those that hazed me..
 [Chorus: GZA]
 When you got bass all in your face
 Sub woofers pumpin' all throughout the place
 A fake rap nigga tryna plead his case
 It's about to be, a catastrophe
 And if you got beehive's, right before your eyes
 About to start shit that'll attract the flies
 And then you hear lies, followed by some cries
 It's about to be, a catastrophe
 [GZA]
 Half of these rap lyrics ain't thoughts prevoked
 Just alotta beef, til they get caught in smoke
 But the problem is never cured, on top of that
 Most of them be swingin' wild and then drop the bat
 Many curious spectators, watch the human drama
 This rap cat was all in the street without his armor
 A homicidal attempt, that had failed
 He flew off the roof, on the fence, got impaled
 He talked a good one, but it was make believe
 Much too low, for the human ear to perceive
 He confused science fiction with science facts
 He couldn't separate the block, from the recorded tracks
 Need a rhyme or the tactic, gotta work your magic
 Detailed and graphic, but the outcome is tragic
 Something built to a complex network
 With a panoramic vision, designed by experts
 I be the ice breaker, for you unskilled skaters
 I increase the heat significantly, just on paperDJ Muggs vs. GZA - Illusory Protection - http://motolyrics.com/dj-muggs-vs-gza/illusory-protection-lyrics.html
[Chorus]
 [GZA]
 No matter what, I'm throwin' an iller dart
 I can lay a verse, that'll soften a killer's heart
 As fire as a five alarm blaze, that's too hot to be holding
 You feel the heat, once the flame pumps lace your clothing
 What some talk about, had little or no bearing
 Could the next be some real shit, that's far from comparing
 Materialistic M.C.'s, come off boring
 Meanwhile, I be sketching up, deposit drawings
 Through the years, a countless, number of victories
 Changing the era, we swarm unpredictably
 A rhyme book is not, difficult to manage
 I leave a mic in a bandage, from catastrophic damage
 Rap niggaz on a trip, gotta steal your sandwich
 So I creeped, division reports was left on canvas
 I made it through the worst extremes of cold weather
 Scuffed up, but remained durable as old leather
 But I hold the pen, you feel the whiff of Polo wind
 Something like Jesus, when he civilize older men
 The math that shed light, all across the borders
 If our wisdom was the vast expands of fresh waters
[Chorus]
 [Outro: GZA (chess sample)]
 We call it a sword style, because, we are lyrical assassins
 And we aware that the tongue is symbolic to the sword
 The lyrical assassins... the lyrical assassins... a sword style...
 (The procedure is, check with the knight
 Move the knight away to deliver a discovered check from the queen
 Then, sacrifice the queen to force the rook next to the king
 Then mate with the knight)








