Текст песни RZA's Tape - Shahan

Hold the pen and receive a vision of vision of sanskrit
Enveloped in a white light
Foreign to any halfwit, whose
Visage will only grant them permission to pessimism
Healing my wounds before I can even start bandaging them
Words are burglars
Only concerned with breaking into your brain like a home invasion
Except they not taking things
They grabbing lines from whoever indoctrinated you into
Thinking they was hotter than me
And they replace them things
I speak pain but I spit power
These bloodstains in my rhymebook
Indicate 10,000 hours
I'm the holy ghost, the church, and the preacher
Sermons sound like Giger illustrating cover art for Ether
You waste time trying to make a fan out of me
Thick boy: ass is never on the edge of my seat
Only get a feature from me if you showing me them K's
I deposit in my bank or you deposit in my brain
In before my first meeting with Pharrell
Listening to me and afterwards asking if I'm for real
And I tell him, You're Pharrell. I'm an animal that's feral
Think I won't do it again then you don't know me very well
Survived hell
If men don't cry, then I been women
You're favorite rapper mad 'cause they wives, I'm assisting them
Streaming me while she sleep
And when he ask what the purpose is
She tell him, To relax. It's for fertility purposes, baby
And with every word that I write
My veins are so open and my eyes are nothing but white
I may not walk how Jesus did in his life
But I get so high off of rhyming
It's gotta be the reason he cried
This is my
Stairway to Heaven, my eightfold path
My connection to God
There ain't no way he can't know that
This is the bazooka Royce showed on cam at his house
Or RZA's tape
Burnin' up in his brother's crack house