High Price, Small Reward Songtext

[GZA] I wiped the chrome off wit the dust cloth 'Fore I bust off What's the cause, life loss, high price to pay For a small reward, kill for that Bushwick and Horsely broad I provided the jump cables, through to boost the mini-pack Based on the drama unfolding in a track I dont' hold back, I spare no one Swords swing like shogun, now who want it? You see the truth, then act upon it Or feel the fire's fore view Ain't a MC that I hit can pull through That niggas are like kid, flashin plastic tools Unaware of the most-year dynastic rule, what stupid! [Masta Killa] Without a doubt, it's in the heart where the best darts were written Sittin at the window of the grand old earths Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat Cuz some savage niggas are lost beyond reach Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance Left to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders One-twenty bomb holders let em off and explode The battefield haunting the daunting Wu-Tang dance deadly emits six pence Spiral rifle, barrel pointed, elastic noose Plastic head wrapped stifle, survival Tribal, title secret rival ?Archual? subliminal message throwin Bitch niggas holdin on labels Mic cables, capable of slowin down jets on deck Fuckin you straight through continuously Justice, wit more of the critical penital Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat Drummer bills is the street prophecies fulfilled Better chill, currents to the invited Bang for the 'phones, live niggas on they way home Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn