RZA Taught Me E L U C I D

It's always somethin'
There are years that ask questions
It's always somethin'
Even when it ain't about nothin'
And there are years that give answers
Ain't about nothin'
It's always somethin'

Breakin' weed and paper money, ha
I'ma change it at the laundry
Husky bitches lusty
Appetizer and a entree
Hundred miles of runnin'
My kicks speakin' Cantonese
Coppin' bondulu Jordans from a neighbor named Selene
Divine rule, everything around me
Converse in third person
Many gods are still counting quandaries, fuck that
As of now my theories won't buy me lunch, black
Sour peaches, at my commencement I rock the dunce cap
Brass monkey, rubber button rugby
I give you dap, I gave you [?]
Not for what you might do for us
[?]
Somewhat different
Might fuck around, make the sun chipper
Tongue and scissors on [?]
Electronics [?]
If I can make you really feel it, I won't have to explain shit, bang
Slain in the spirit [?]
RZA taught me cause I wanted the bangs when I was a shorty
Somethin' for nothin'
I had to let go
I'm blessed, I should be humble
[?] yours to the chest [?]
Even then, on to the next one
Maggots collect crumbs, [?]
What else you expect from the eighty-fiver
The blue dream's a direct flight outta Addis Ababa