"GZA/Genius"
"GZA/Genius"
Beneath The Surface
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GZA/Genius
жанры: rap
альбомы: Beneath The Surface
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On a man made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters, couldn't figure eight twice At sixteen uncut, direct from the cult Head on assault, the result, death by the boltIn a vote, it spoke about the average loss commission That was seen by a King in a prophetic vision Like a plane crash from a bomb blast Special broadcast, slot time with con cashIt kept the jury quiet and now a riot will form While satanic man, now hang in his dorm I swing on you fake radio personalities Boost ya ratings but hypes behind casualtiesFire shots, for low-pressure water gun play Instantly, slap ya fire like it's Palm Sunday I fashion the first tool from the elements The Earth use and built it to a complexNetwork of communications You're up against a hopeless situation I screen every vehicle through enemy observation Swarmin' unpredictably, we spread terror Increase the force significantly, change the errorCheck my wind pattern, it's headin' West Success is freedom bur failure could mean death Humans sweat, aim shovels, dig up the debris and rubble Permanent, damage caused by the double UNow who cowardly urge you to merge through And think the workers'll serve you Signin' marvel, who just dropped the next novel Worldwide, practically marred in marble His accountless, amount of MC's I saved And them same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gaveScratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie? It seems our world is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky Change the race by reason and ashes just the wind The left is so our breathin', keep ourself from givin' inYo, love and hatred, home is most sacred Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with Guns we played with, niggas I relate withWe broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin' for the Feds Sent out secretly to take my head I lay back and meditate to the words they say Skip town for a mutten goofy dredHad a friend tell my family I was dead Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin' me Sign all documents, usin' forgery 'cuz just a near thought of meI'm like Solomon, spoke bluntly Told the word I'm black and calmly Howls from the grave haunt me The smell of death's upon me, I dwell in the hills like GandhiBeen in the presence of mad peasants and old Kings Who sold everything on a quest for god's divine Slept in caves to get a clear mind Who prayed three times when the moon lit and the sun riseI met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds Been in the mouth of many leopards Felt the death kiss of Satan's mistress Walked the vacant districts for four religions, studied Pagan scripturesTrue philosophers and physicians on a cure missions Who harden their hearts to ward the weak, sick and afflicted Candles lit, gamble with a bitch Who made me love her when I touch her, soft cause hide clawsBees with sweet honey in they mouth Have bitter stingers at they tail Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell Embracing her was like embracing a third worldScratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie? It seems our world is worthless, like we're pawns beneath the sky Change the race by reason and ashes just the wind The left is so our breathin', keep ourself from givin' in Scratch underneath the surface
В основном составе Wu-Tang Clan все роли распределены. И хотя исполняют все, GZA – текстовой и идеологический центр. RZA заправляет музыкой, Method Man, Raekwon и Ghostface Killah рекут, Ol' Dirty Bastard влипает в переделки, скандалит и служит своеобразной напоминающей рекламой. От каждого по способностям. У Джизы (так они читают его укороченную кличку) способностей хоть отбавляй. Он разрабатывает концепции, сочиняет рифмы (бывает, по сотне в день) и всячески издевается над английским языком. В этом альбоме начисто отсутствует музыкальное влияние RZA (кроме вокалов) – инструментами занялся Arabian Knight, и его особенно хочется похвалить за фортепианные аккорды в "Hip Hop Fury" и дикие фоновые крики в "Stringplay". Заглавный трек спродюссировал, как ни странно, Inspectah Deck, до этого известный только как хороший исполнитель. Сам Джиза занимается своей "слэнгвистикой". "Publicity" построена на газетных заголовках и названиях журналов, а "Breaker, Breaker" выдает набор свежих метафор. Неспешная, но сильная манера считки Джизы могут спасти альбомы раз в двадцать похуже. А этот спасать не надо. От "Victims" и "Crash Your Crew" до "Amplified Sample" – классический Wu. Местами однообразно, но кому сейчас легко? Остается перечислить состав "помощников": из ведущих ролей – Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA, Killah Priest, Masta Killa и Method Man, остальные - Trigga, Royal Fam, LA The Darkman, Dreddy Kreugger, Hell Raizah, Prodigal Sun, Timbo King – из клано-клоновых проектов-прилипалок.