[Hook: Shavo & RZA]
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
[Verse 1: Shavo]
Like the mind, like the mind, the mind’s Minolta
Came to get, to get, to get together
We think and drop na-na-na-na-na-knowledge
Now-now-now-now-now-now do whatever
Never never never three, different minds be melting
Accumulating wisdom and strength to debatin’
Meditatin’, meditatin’, and pre-meditatin’
Your head mislead-lead from the lies you read-read
The mind left weak
A soul that’s bleak
Tock tick tock tick tock tock
The rhythm melody of the verbal drop chop
The ruler tech king of the chop shop
The words are the abbot you hear here
The wisdom in your ear you hear here so clear, fear
Piercing like a sp-sp-spear
Through the atmosphere
From the front to the back, creepin’ round the sphere
Intellectual ban Achozen clan can can
Like the M-E-T-H-O-D Man
Said movin’ on your left (left, left, left, left, left, left)
Movin’, movin’, movin’ on your left (left, left, left, left, left)
Movin’, movin’
[Hook: Shavo]
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
[Verse 2: RZA]
One hundred and eight pressure points, thirty-six is fatal
Ten degrees between each point we separate you
Knowledge of the cipher, it will elevate you
Wicked ways will only deflate you
Understand equality, we born to birth you
360 degrees form the perfect circle
God cipher’s divine
The sun always shines
The father come in his own good time
When he appears like he’s always been here
A day to God is a thousand years
But a night in hell is an eternal cell
Where the inmates of the fire dwell
I once was frozen now I’m Achozen
What I know now, yo, I didn’t know then
Know the ledge, or fall off the edge
To arm, leg, leg, arm, head I pledge
I sincerely love all mathematics
Get that static from out yo attic
Not Republican nor Democratic
I am what I am, Black Asiatic
[Hook: Shavo & RZA]
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone
[Verse 3: Sick Jacken]
In my hood you can find a zone for sale
Just open up your mind, get blown for real
An escape for your thoughts fresh off the scale
Gives you visions of the end when the horse is pale
Get caught and you’re forced to jail
Don’t trip ’cause the money from the zone gets used towards bail
Like an animal, might find me in a cell
But never out of pocket like a hoe stroll girl
The street life is the only life I know
And the way I put it on record is just how it goes, homes
I roll with the chosen swarms
Cyclone with the poison poems and mic phones
Born in a zone where the sick dogs roam
In LA County where the clicks got known
Kids got blown and started to spit rhymes
And made a movement now known as the Sickside
[Hook: Shavo & RZA]
Yeah, yeah
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
That’s the zone, kid
[Outro: Shavo]
Let the mind
Let the mind
