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Paper plate este piesa diss adresata lui 50 Cent si este prima piesa lansata de la al 5-lea LP solo al lui GZA,Pro Tools. Anul trecut GZA a dissuit intr-un concert trupa G-unit si pe Soulja Boy. 50 cent a raspuns numindu-l pe GZA o "relicva". 

“I’m going to annihilate 50, he can’t fuck with me lyrically,” GZA a spus lui Miss Info. 

aici este piesa : 

"You ever see someone who roll with Mayweather, rhyme like Ricky Hatton 
Smash whatever you throw, 1000 is what I'm battin' 
Got a few hooks but no jabs 
Took 'em out your corndog books and notepads 
I get it, you Got Rich robbin' those in the industry 
Bite off this one, steal from your enemy 
Never try to play the hottest one out your camp 
He might step off and take half the juice from your amp 
Enough to make you Vogue on the cover of GQ 
Only missin' the sheer blouse. Homie, you see-through 
Stop sippin' on that Formula 50 
They want heat, I'll give it to them burnt and crispy 
Rhymes too short to box with God, so stretch it 
Especially these overrated rap steppin fetchers 
I told you if I rain, there'll be an eternal drizzle 
Woodwork strips being chipped to charred chisel 
One verse shatter your spine and crush your spirit 
No matter what, you still Window Shop for lyrics 
If you's a pimp, put chicks on a stroll 
And if those your soldiers, give 'em bigger guns to hold 
Who Shot Ya? You don't have enough on your roster 
Move like a Fed, talk like a mobster 
That Yayo slangin, please abort it 
Too many cuts on it, cokeheads they won't snort it 
Spray the Flea-Unit with pesticides 
You can get your best ghostwriters, get them all to testify 
Have you ever been stung by a thousand hornets? 
Five hundred killa bees, buzzin' and really on it 
Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS 
Choked by IRONMAN 'til we crush your vocal cords. 
You ain't nothin' but a pig in a blanket 
Hoghead, the deadliest food at the banquet. 
All this rap crap that's trapped in your colon 
Only means, get rid of the wack sh-- ya holdin' 
Sweet-tooth dudes stay out the Candyshop 
You ain't gotta handcuff 'em to see the panties drop 
A few cats is lookin' for a rat with cheese 
Got somethin' to pitch? They all swing a bat with ease 
Get your ankles rolled while doin' your two-step 
Leave a Thank-You note for the crutches the Wu left 
Proactive rap, you know they put drug in the cream 
You hallucinate, see Kanye in your dream 
And yo, I don't smoke dust; I dust off Smokey and the Bandits 
With the brush stroke off the canvas 
I walk on your Gators and lizards, 
Raise the lynx that was killed for your minx, you be rockin' them Blizzards 
Wanna be caught 'til you walk the D-Block 
To get a transfer, I'll spread your wings like Peacocks 
I was an emcee while you was in Nutville 
On a world tour, you was gettin' your guts feeled 
Ten years ya sayin' but I flow like I'm twenty-one 
Straight out Medina with a mass of many sons 
Super nova give off gamma-ray bursts 
And I'll finish this, only 'cause I let off first 
WASSUP"

Via HHK.

Genial! Nu degeaba i se spune "The Genius" lu' GZA.

Si-a luat-o Juma' de $. C'est la vie. Sau Tel Aviv.