Intro (Liquor Soaked Semtiments)

[Jehst] 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!