flimsy little things

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

GZA - Liquid Swords

Are you thinkin’ of telephones, and managers,
And where you got to be at noon?
You are living a reality I left years ago
It quite nearly killed me.


Been listening to Salem’s Trapdoor on repeat. The lyrics seem really bad but I love the sound.