Intro (Liquor Soaked Sentiments)

I spit Liquor Soaked Sentiments
lost in a scotch mist, tell 'em don’t watch this
liver turned toxic, still I burn 'what's it,'
attracted to opposites, me and mans tight like Asterix and Obelix
operatists, livin’in the shadow lands, and I make grammar like Jangrow-van
we break bread and make moves for the Queen’s head
with a king cobra strength, dedicated to goin’the length
man in motion, flowing through pens, I write rhymes with the potent
hybrid, my biro’s the brother I confide in findin’time to redesign his blueprint
Its only true crew that I move with
so if the shoe fits wear it, we grin and bear it as mad crowds begin to spaz-out we begin to tear it step it up like a stair-lift, shift in to top-gear
ready for a long year, more short stories, told in a matter of minutes
it’s just the way that I had to begin it, I bring spirits of the scripture
finish off an incomplete image 'til I build up the bigger picture
I ride widescreen DVD clean with extra scenes
no opponent will ever get the best of me
I’m like the moment of ecstasy, the 'ear-gasm'
phenomenon no man can fathom, the phantasm, with
hell-fire for the grand-dragon, draggin''tag-alongs'
longin’for a ride on my band-wagon
treatin’rap like its blackjack or backgammon, its not a game and you lack talent
you’re like a cat candid crack addict with a smack habit
hypnotised by my black magic
Mesmerized as it all adds up in a mathematical manner
build bars out of bad grammar
The sandman, I move minds in the moonlight; moonshine
sippin’shaped dreams out of moonbeam, project new nightmares against blue
screens
The illusion of everyday routine moves me to meditate
I paint 'dream-scapes'
I spend late nights, ridin’to beat tapes these days;
doin’this for DJs and unemployed B-Boys, who enjoy permanent tea breaks
Teens doin’their GCSE re-takes, in an attempt to improve on their current
situations
Degree students doin’their dissertations, brays and braids I owe dedications
Friends raisin’their babies, I raise up my Bailey’s to toast you
I know the various emotions and moments of madness you
do through believe me I bleed on the vinyl and CD.
My Dad. (ha ha. yeah). 'RZA-razor', 'RZA-razor'sharp.
My Mum. (love you Mum).
(yo) Yo, my sisters. (Livy. Lucy. shout-outs to Abby).
My brothers from other mothers. (Maggy!.. Fara!.. Ash!.. DJ Ideal!)
My YNR Fam. (Cee-Why.). The Low-Life Fam (Asaviour.).
CON Fam, Cloud-steppers. (Evil Ed. Braintax. Mr. Parker.)
You know who you are. (Jango, Apollo.)
It’s dedicated to you. (gorgeous george.). without
further ado. (extended playas.). welcome to the
LP. (. Terra Firma!). Fallin’Down. 'bout to take you back
to the High-plains once more (all my Huddersfield
people. One Love) Jehst!