General Principles DJ Muggs & GZA The Lyrxo

[Intro: Chess sample]
Castle, Queen C2
If black takes on C4, then white could play E4
[Inaudible]

[Verse 1: GZA]
I must put in time to get mine, many hours to earn power
Like the ashy hand pizzeria owner that rolled flour
I can't be a broke nigga, bitter and sour
Sellin' CD's on the corner of Sunset and Gower
A small fry nigga in a big potato world
Sizzlin' in some beef full of grease like jheri curls, uh-uh
Shout out to DJ's who kept it real
Shipped a few hundred thou', but some never broke the seal
Fuck them! Stick to college radios, mic shows
Stormin' university with freestyles, sick flows
Might give a lecture about your rap texture
MC, B-Boy, DJ/Director
The name was a bell that rang through the hall
Popular as the tag on the bathroom stall
Check it! This language is so captivatin'
When we lose a rap nigga, the news is devastatin'
Whether to the prison or grave
You know this rap shit is built
From the strength of those that hunger and crave
My clan got rhymes for days, to be skilled it pays
Most of them can't escape the solar rays