[Verse 4: GZA]

The banks of G, all cream downs a bet
Money feed good, opposites off the set
It ain’t hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I’m on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit cream
I learned much from such with cons who run scams
Veterans got the game spiced like ham
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
that made me truncate the length one-tenth
With his thump, tweaters hits like air pumps
RZA shaved the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred trying to figure who invented
this unprecedented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
‘Cause I won’t hesitate to detonate, I’m short fuse