Listen to Biochemical Equation (Produced by RZA) song with lyrics from Rza

Biochemical Equation (Produced by RZA)

Rza31 Aug 2010

Biochemical Equation (Produced by RZA) Lyrics

 

Biochemical Equation (Produced by RZA) - Rza

Tempted by the sins of life the pleasures of lust

With wild imaginings that you can't discuss

Oh the flesh is weak it's a struggle for feast

It's a daily conflict between man and beast

We strive for God and a better tomorrow

Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow

Repent from thy sins son and walk these straight

Stop talking all that trash boy and spark these straight

Evicted by the pressures of life at every vital point

 

Still I wouldn't give an oint'

Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch

Off the pie or every try to try your winch

Confronted by the devil himself and stay strong

You think you can take the King now meet Kong

 

Strong as the base of a mountain there's no counting

How many MC's have sprung from our fountain

Fifty thousand year process to make this combination

I'm not giving mine away to Satan

Although I know that he's awaiting

To get a hold of my biochemical equation

I'mma slip him son I'mma dip him son

When I catch the drop on him I'mma clip him son

Fifty thousand year process to make this combination

Ninety nine elements biochemical manifestation

I'm not giving mines away to Satan

Although I know that he's awaiting

I'mma slip him son I'mma dip him son

When I catch the drop on him I'mma clip him son

 

Bet oc' straight to the head with the pet rock

At least till I can get from out this booth

It's like a sweat box

Trained a few bars of head nodding throw us a stack

Pants militant sawed up like linen bobbing bonus pack

Invest in the first B boy kid show

Life on skid row with jive talking negro's

He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly

And kept his appearances exquisitely rare where is he

Is he in the backyard or on your front porch

Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched

You're soft they say he rhyme like he starving

And sold odds and bob kins to old gods and goblins

 

Valley adjust a pest and your worst best friend

Who mending with space time fabric like polyester blend

Not a hobby for no body lead less from men

Or sloppy like the rest of them they probably need estrogen

 

Yo yo drunk or sober son don't lose your composure

Semi off the Remy mixed with Henny Moet demi'

Underneath the passenger seat son tuck the semi'

Israeli issued automatic black pistol

The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle

Tapped on the glass roll it down fast

License registration addressed to your lab

They made insurance the reason why I pulled you over

'Cuz the way you were swerving sir you can't be sober

Have you been drinking

Breathe into the breathalyzer

Get out the car please follow this exerciser

Put one finger on your nose now from heel to toe

Walk in a straight line ten paces down the road

 

My homeboy Kano used to do the mashed potato

On cartwheels and then spin house like whirled tornado

That used to chase the light

But son he will always save you

Becoming pump blows and make beats inside my basement

Drunk or sober never lose your composure

Stress on the brain 'cause pain and stomach ulcers

If you can't understand then come closer

We civilize the uncivilized 'cuz we supposed to

Drunk or sober never lose your composure

Might give your hand black man stand as a soldier

Stress on the brain 'cause pain and stomach ulcers

If you can't understand then come closer

 

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