| 歌曲 | Uncut Material |
| 歌手 | GZA |
| 专辑 | Legend of the Liquid Sword |
| 作词 : Grice | |
| (Chorus: GZA) | |
| What you know about emceein? (I know a lot) | |
| Can you demonstrate something? (Why not?) | |
| I'm speaking about stacks, GZA (That's all I got) | |
| The raw un-cut material (That's all I drop) | |
| (GZA) | |
| The nucleus of hip hop, rap's hallmark | |
| They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark | |
| To the new details, distant wisp of light | |
| Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone | |
| Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine | |
| Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design | |
| Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap | |
| Heat-pressure generated by a blasted cap | |
| The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count | |
| Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount | |
| Couldn't be more wrong prior to your perusings | |
| When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence | |
| As I bury my motor-action, implode a fraction | |
| Of ya investigation when ya askin | |
| Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by | |
| The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya shooting eye | |
| (Chorus 2x) | |
| (GZA) | |
| Like a child I have infinite patience when I write | |
| The victim's dental records showed they loved to bite | |
| The under like removed off a charged battery | |
| Someone had his ear stuffed wit the sweets of flattery | |
| A live wire, fired the shot in the booth | |
| It wasn't even in the shooting distance of truth | |
| Who broke the barrier causing mass hysteria? | |
| At the darkest hour in the most densed area | |
| In a stocking cap, undercover, while disguising | |
| I'm rapidly advancing our horizons | |
| This path of trade with the sharp blade, open to all across the globe | |
| They simply heard my call | |
| We hit up, the remote and primitive land | |
| Left walking reminders that saw it first-hand | |
| The music was a secure link we all think | |
| On the same page as holding the ink, now whatchu think? | |
| (Chorus 2x) |
| zuò cí : Grice | |
| Chorus: GZA | |
| What you know about emceein? I know a lot | |
| Can you demonstrate something? Why not? | |
| I' m speaking about stacks, GZA That' s all I got | |
| The raw uncut material That' s all I drop | |
| GZA | |
| The nucleus of hip hop, rap' s hallmark | |
| They had a citywide effort to keep us in the dark | |
| To the new details, distant wisp of light | |
| Evidence of a terrifying threats on microphone | |
| Rhyme stone, numerous parts combine | |
| Strands of heavy metal form the steel arch design | |
| Fit together seamlessly, everlasting rap | |
| Heatpressure generated by a blasted cap | |
| The chamber when ya rollin' the dice everything count | |
| Clan royalty where the loyalty is paramount | |
| Couldn' t be more wrong prior to your perusings | |
| When ya spoke of us, you understated the influence | |
| As I bury my motoraction, implode a fraction | |
| Of ya investigation when ya askin | |
| Aware about in ya suit and tie, cruising by | |
| The intrepid workmen that sharpen ya shooting eye | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| GZA | |
| Like a child I have infinite patience when I write | |
| The victim' s dental records showed they loved to bite | |
| The under like removed off a charged battery | |
| Someone had his ear stuffed wit the sweets of flattery | |
| A live wire, fired the shot in the booth | |
| It wasn' t even in the shooting distance of truth | |
| Who broke the barrier causing mass hysteria? | |
| At the darkest hour in the most densed area | |
| In a stocking cap, undercover, while disguising | |
| I' m rapidly advancing our horizons | |
| This path of trade with the sharp blade, open to all across the globe | |
| They simply heard my call | |
| We hit up, the remote and primitive land | |
| Left walking reminders that saw it firsthand | |
| The music was a secure link we all think | |
| On the same page as holding the ink, now whatchu think? | |
| Chorus 2x |