GZA [Rap, Wu Tang Clan]

"Am I a good man? ..."

[Ghostface Killah]
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green, from countin the ones
Memorized by the glory, word life
Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me
Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too
I never rocked with, laws they keep away we cool
I devised my own stimulus, plan I'm niggarish
I'm tired of eatin those crumbs and black licorice
The frame of mind so {?} like cleansin the mic
Let the imam pray over my head and wash
Thoughts, sterilized, purified, Godly
Watch us gift men and fetch the green like barley
If that shit happen I'll feed his whole army
Talkin 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali
Try to stay humble, and swallow my pride
In God I trust, now talk about the ones on your five
Crisp dollar billin, catch me in a little hut in Beneen
Village style, feedin the children
Big pots of jasmine tea with Mandela
Africans chantin me on like Coachella
Ghostface bom ba ye, kumbiya my Lord
My death day, 24 karat tomb I lay
Wishin they could bury me, next to the prophets
Nabi, Lut, Is'haq, Musa, Harun, Muhammad
Ibrahim

"Am I a good man?" (I don't know)
"Am I a fool?" (We'll see)

[Killah Priest]
The Lord takes me, gathering speeds before winds
High currents, {?} places we formin wings
Kings offering, thrones was there
Man with the 7 crowns on his dome was near
Feet walked over rose petals, song from the ghetto
Face froze in gold like the pharaoh
A dawn in glory, robe of light, a powerful cherub
As he passed the path, white doves cost the eyes of thugs
Eternal heartbeat, in the dark fire in his blood
700 books were opened
It breaks to right, they threw the crooks in the ocean
Scared, brass hair like it grew from goatskin
The chosen has spoken, tablets were broken
The smoke hand grabs an omen
Gravity grabbin me gradually draggin me through hell's cavity
This is blasphemy, I fell where the jackals be
God felt bad for me but cast me into Caspain Sea
Satan draggin his key, Wu-Family's the faculty
K.P., K.P.

"Am I a good man? Am I a fool?
"Am I?"

[GZA]
He used to sling in the stairwell
Fast to put the rap on thinking cap, ignite your hair gel
No such thing as a fair sale
He'll put the bullet out same day, delivery airmail
And on this level a thug'll sell you garbage
No refund, the only exchange from the cartridge
Where the youths is kept comin back with they life earnings
Ready to make a deal, soul and pipe burning
The outcome tragic, household dramatic
Living rooms to {?}, basements to attics
Support from the B, hit the courts from a fiend
who betrayed one, who had lit the torch for his team
So they sent him gifts, body parts per diem
in a box that held prints but too dark to see 'em

I grew up on the crime side
the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands
moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth
yo rockin the gold tooth 'Lo goose
Only way
I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son
rollin with this one
And that one
pullin out gats for fun
But it was
just a dream for the teen
who was a fiend
Started smokin woolies at sixteen
And running up in gates
and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed
for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off
and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white
boys in ball courts
My life got no better
same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass
click and went all out
Catchin keys from across seas
Rollin in MPV's
every week we made forty G's
Yo nigga respect mine
or anger the tech nine
Ch chick POW
Move from the gate now
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
It's been twenty two long hard
years of still strugglin
Survival got me buggin
but I'm alive on arrival
l peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake
to the ways of the world
cause shit is deep
A man with a dream
with plans to make CREAM
Which failed
I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin drugs
and such who never had much
Trying to get a
clutch at what I could not
The court played me short
now I face incarceration
Pacin going up
state's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus
forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't
be so ruff
But as the world
turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no
different from a cell
Everyday I escape
from Jakes givin chase
sellin base
Smokin bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why
chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the
time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed
and I ask what's it worth
Ready to give up so I
seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard
may help you maintain
to learn to overcome the
heartaches and pain
We got stick up kids
corrupt cops and crack rock
sand stray shots
all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be
living proof
To kick the truth
to the young black youth
But shorty's running
wild smokin sess drinkin beer
And ain't trying to hear
what I'm kickin in his ear
Neglected but now but yo
it gots to be accepted
That what That life is hectic
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all

Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
CREAM Get the money
Dollar dollar bill y'all

Wu-Tang Clan
Gravel Pit

[RZA]
1,2, 1,2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit, the gravel pit
Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home
We gon' take it back underground, I be Bobby Boulders
Wu-Tang Clan on yo' mind one time
It's the jump off, so just jump off my nigga...

HOOK: Paulissa Morgan
Check out my gravel pit
A mystery unraveling
Wu-Tang is the CD that I travel with
Don't go against the grain if you can't handle it

[Meth]
Ha, holla cross from the land of the lost
Behold the pale horse, off course (off course)
Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be
The best thing since stocks in Clark Wallabees [ZZZH]
African killers bees black watch (black watch)
On your radio, blowin out yo' watts [ZZZH]
From Park Hill, the house on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill [BLBLBH!]
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill [BOOM!]
Elbow grease, and elbow room
Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom [BOOM!]
Party people gather round, count down to apocalypse [3, 2, 1...]

[U-God]
I'm the kid with the golden arms

[Meth]
And I'm the motherfuckin hott nikks [AAAAH!] pass the blunt
My nigga don't front
You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH]
Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin
I don't croakin, from overdosin...
Hey kid, [walk straight as a I...]
Wu and Meth got you open (open), let's ride
Can't stand niggas that floss too much
Can't stand Bentleys they cost too much
Kid wanna get up then kid get touched
Kid wanna stick up then kid get stuck
I'm the one that called your bluff
When your boy tried to act tough...
Remember what Old Dirty said, I'll fuck yo' ass up!
Now listen

[Meth over hook]
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
Back, back and forth and forth
As we go...

[Ghostface]
E with the English, extinguish styles extremist
Bald head beamers run wild
It's the kid with the gold cup
Stepped out like what
What's poppin, and y'all niggas dobo
Blastin shae shae, chocolate shortae
Rich color mocks, rock those all day
1960 shit I'm Goldie
That's right motherfucker don't hold me
The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in plain clothes
Change those, bang those, same old, same old

[Raekwon]
Yeah y'all, straight up this the jump off right here
The gravel pit, word up represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
That's what I'm talkin 'bout

[U-God]
Yo, step to my groove, move like this
When we shoot the gift of course it's ruthless
Grab the mic with no excuses
In a sec, grab the techs and loot this
Executin, shakin all sets, and I'm breakin all hecks
I'm takin all bets, move all best, who want the dram' next
You all stank, we got the bigger bank
Bigger shank to fill your tank
Still the same kill you for real, while you crank
Slide, do or die, fry to bake
Admire the greats, on fire wit a heart of hate
Bitter shark, every part I take, heavy darts that quake
It's okay, all fakes, get caught by the dropkicks
You know the thrill, yes it's Park Hill
Yo we hit 'em with the hot grits...
On the go, check the flow, sayin Wu don't rock shit...
Stop quick, hold the gossip, stop sweatin my pockets
I hear the hot shit

[Meth over hook to end]

Intro: (LP Version)

He looks determined without being ruthless
Something heroic in this man, there's a courage about him
Doesn't look like a killer
Comes across so calm, acts like he has a dream
Full of passion

You don't trust me huh?
Well you know why
I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway

Intro Two: Raekwon the Chef

Knock niggaz out the box all the time
Bitches on my motherfuckin records Pah
Big ones, yeah, big fuckers
Straight up, fuck your whole team
Yeah bust it
Yo, yo, fly G.I. niggaz

Chorus: Raekwon the Chef

Now yo yo, whattup yo, time is runnin out
It's for real though, let's connect politic - ditto!
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace incarcerated scarfaces

Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

Thug related style attract millions
Fans, they understand my plan
Who's the kid up in the green Land?
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be frontin, hourglass heads niggaz be wantin
Shuttin down your slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars, scholars
Word life, peace to power and my whole unit
Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
Real niggas lick shots, peace kinetic

Chorus

Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef

Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real niggaz raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is gettin fired
Morphine chicks be burnin like chlorine
Niggaz recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tastin like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
Ya never had no wins, slidin in these dens wit Timbs
Wit Mac-10's and broke friends
Ya got guns, got guns too, what up son, do
you wanna battle for cash and see who Sun too?
I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggaz who fax
niggaz lyrics is wack nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank bustin Scud missles
You rollin like Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it's just slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, soon to see me at
Caesar's Palace eatin salads
We beatin mics and the keys to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimun wage
But soon to get a article in RapPage
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat - it's goin' down like that
And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
Black Stallion, dwellin on Shaolin
That means the island of Staten
And niggaz carry gats and mad police from Manhattan

Chorus

Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef

I do this for barber shop niggaz in the Plaza
Catchin asthma, Rae is stickin gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skatin through the projects wit big ones
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one
upstairs, swithc like a chameleon
Hip Brazilians, pass the cash or leave your children
Leave the buildin
Niggas, yo they be foldin' like envelopes under pressure
Like Lou Farigno on coke
Yo, Africans denyin niggaz up in yellow cabs
Musty like funk, wavin they arms, the Arabs
Sit back, coolin like Kahlua's on rocks
On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots
You bitches who fuck dreds on Sudafeds
Pussy's hurtin, they did it for a yard for the Feds
Word up cousin, nigga, I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith - believe it!

Chorus

...politic ditto
...get lifted in the staircases

Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback
See through yellow lines
Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton
Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope
and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
Thick snare, I'm feelin like a snail in the ocean
What's your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish
You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo
Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress
Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at
Flex'll make me wanna bless that, yo
Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz
Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz
It's Yourz!
The world in the palm of your hand
It's Yourz!
Twenty-three million of useful land
It's Yourz!
The seed and the black wo-man
It's Yourz!
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
It's Yourz!
Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq
Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week
Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
The night is right, I might find me a suite
It's a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom
Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
Beams of light, stop ya breathin -- it's huntin season
Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
Never mind the laws, cause tonight
It's Yourz
Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp
Them can't stress the beat vamp the shit'll get blam
at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
You fag, you couldn't pull one drag -- off my blunt
You couldn't punch your way out of a wet paper bag
with scissors in your hands -- bitch, the RZA
I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard
Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel
You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog
Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
It's only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
The impact'll blow trees back and crack statues
Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I
No surprise, verbal stick up -- put em high
Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4
It's Yourz!
The world in the palm of your hand
It's Yourz!
Twenty-three million of useful land
It's Yourz!
The seed and the black wo-man
It's Yourz!
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
It's Yourz!

Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe
Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight
We hold a belt Son, that's my word
Spot a rapper run him down,
throw him out in the third, yo check it
I think like the man behind a register
Evergreen smokin estates,
rhyme and power made me treasurer
With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
I'm open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
With root beer thoughts, here's a tennis court
for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
Avenging eagle crooks rock the "W" and "Spiegel" books
Annheiser Busch kings came through,
and stopped your whole jooks
Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go
Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
It's Yourz!
The world in the palm of your hand
It's Yourz!
Twenty-three million of useful land
It's Yourz!
The seed and the black wo-man
It's Yourz!
Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
It's Yourz!

[Method Man]
Yeah, torture motherfucker what?
What?
I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin tie you to a fuckin bedpost
With your ass cheeks spread out and shit
Right?
Put a hanger on a fuckin stove and let that shit sit there
For like a half hour
Take it off and stick it in your ass slow like

Yeah, I'll fuckin
Yeah I'll fuckin lay your nuts on a fuckin dresser
Just your nuts layin on a fuckin dresser
And bang them shits with a spiked fuckin bat
Ooooohhhh
Whassup? BLAOWWW!!

I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin pull your fuckin tongue out your fuckin mouth
And stab the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
I'll fuckin

I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
Off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out this motherfucker

I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin
Sew your asshole closed, and keep feedin you
And feedin you, and feedin you, and feedin you

[Genius]
Yo, roll the dice, yo roll the dice
Yo, so it's going down like that, huh? Yeah?
Niggaz is wailin, check it out kid

From the slums of Shaolin, Wu-Tang Clan strikes again
The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty Bastard, Inspecktah Deck, Raekwon the Chef
You-God, Ghost Face Killer and the Method Man

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

Hey, you, get off my cloud
You don't know me and you don't know my style
Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam?
Here I am here I am, the Method Man
Patty cake patty cake hey the method man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam Sam I am
And I don't eat green eggs and ham
Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn
You be like oh shit that's the jam
Turn it up now hear me get buck wu-wu-wild
I'm about to blow light me up
Upside downside inside and outside
Hittin you from every angle there's no doubt
I am, the one and only Method Man
The master of the plan wrappin shit like Saran
Wrap, with some of this and some of that
Hold up (what?) I tawt I tat I putty tat
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy yippy yay yippy yah yippy yo
Like Deck said this ain't your average flow
Comin like rah ooh ah achie kah
Tell me how ya like it so far baby paw
The poetry's in motion coast to coast and
Rub it on your skin like lotion
What's the commotion, oh my lord
Another corn chopped by the Wu-Tang sword
Hey hey hey like Fat Albert
It's the Method Man ain't no if ands about it
It's the Method

All right, y'all get ya White Owls, get ya meth, get ya skins
Don't forget your forty
And we gonna do it like this

I got, fat bags of skunk
I got, White Owl blunts
And I'm about to go get lifted
Yes I'm about to go get lifted

I got, myself a forty
I got, myself a shorty
And I'm about to go and stick it
Yes I'm about to go and stick it

Uhh
H-U-F-F huff and I puff
Blow like snow when the cold wind's blowin
Zoom, I hit the mic like boom
Wrote a song about it like to hear it here it goes
Question what exactly is a pantie raider
Ill behavior savior or major flavor
All of the above oh yeah plus I do so
Also flam I'm the man call me super
Not an average Joe with an average flow
Doing average things with average hoes
Yo I'm super I'll make a bitch squirm
For my, Su-per Sperm (check it)
Check it I give it to ya raw butt naked
I smell sex pass the Method
Let's get lifted as I kick ballistics
Missiles and shoot game like a pistol
Clip is loaded when I click bang dang
A Wu-Tang slug hits your brain
J-U-M-P jump and I thump
Make girls rumps like pump and Humpty Hump
Wow, the Shaolin style is all in me
Child, the whole damn isle is callin me
P-A-N-T-Y R-A-I-D-E-R mad raw I don't cry
Meaning no one can burn or toss and turn me
Ooh I be the super sperm
Chim chimmeny chim chim cherie
Freak a flow and flow fancy free
Now how many licks does it take
For me to hit the Tootsie Roll center of a break
Peep and don't sleep the crews mad deep Wu-Tang
Fading motherfuckers like bleach
So to each and every crew
You're clear like glass I can see right through
You're whole damn posse be catchin' 'em all cause you vic'd
And ya didn't have friends to begin with
I'm

M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN
M-E-T, H-O-D, MAN

Here I am, here I am, the Method Man

[RZA]
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Wu-Tang Killa Bee's on a swarm
(Your soul have just been taken through the 36 chambers of death, kid)

(Word to mother, Method Man signing off, peace)

The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin
you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin

Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth
lampin in a Lexus eatin beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers

My peoples are you with me where you at?
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
my peoples are you with me where you at?
Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gat

Here I go, deep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm
cherry bombin shits... BOOM
Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happenin
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes
comin raw style, hardcore
Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store
Comin to buy gro-cery from me
Tryin to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow
Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!
No one could get illa

Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son

[Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!]

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER

I roll like a bat out of hell Evil
acapell's fly spittin out of my grill
Before I hit the sky with springtime
colors Juicy as a Sunkist, certain
broads double dutch this They
carve it in they wrist, pales berry
blazes Straighten the crumbs
left on the stove, clothes in my
lady hair Plus yours the look
gold God, the old tainted bald technique
Got these vestibules designer
niggaz in they whips jumpin out
they seats, eighteen, Bronzeman Part
II We like Dorothy Hamill on
ice We in your hood we might
circle, hats down low in the Range
Switch lanes, change my tire,
peel out Real loud on the stage
yo, I shitted on your hood kid I
shitted on your hood, got to your
burner too late I'm lookin real
good, draped out Shinin like
a fresh fifty cent piece, your girlfriend,
c'mere Oh shit, you my man's
niece, the gourmet pocket twenty
bombs made of clay, Sexcapades
take place We fucked in forty-eight
shades might walk up in your studio
time slap your engineer, it's
lighter fluid to that style Hand
me the matches now Verse
Two: Raekwon the Chef Aiyyo rainbow
Roley on the wrist, now what's this
Niggaz bless this, eight and
a half, Bally banana twist E
shakes, puffin on lye, feedin the
seed's plate Pullin out, old
dirty eights to rob gates Major
wake up, the kid telltales, make
a nigga head wake up Beats break,
the nigga would take off his time
Honolulu status, gladdest the
rich rock cabbage and dollar vans
grands That nigga mad savage,
stationary Hall of Justice Niggaz
came clumped out Just came home,
now they bunked out Money be
longer than triple life til the
sun burn out, that's my word Move
it with the burner out Fidel
way of thinkin, roll with the Mac
bent Ac-10 Most of my team, Five
Percent check what the live said
Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians
yo holdin my nuts, fuckin thousand
dollar lesbians [Ghost] Yo,
the Older God put me on and had to
rock this [both] Maintain Three-Sixty
Lord live prosperous [Ghost]
It only takes a lesson a day, just
to analyze life [both] one time
in the respectable mind
repeat
Let the shot spark, soon as his
pit bull barks Tire scars from
skid marks leaves from jams in school
parks Witness, forget his, original
statement Even in protection
programs there's no escapement Gunned
down, we in town, hit king from seven
crowns Spent rounds catch him
while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge
Wounded, back in the eighty-three
summer heat Up in three-oh-nine
park, rhymin off the drummer's beat
I stalk the city streets demonstratin
mic wrecks All lookin stank,
I ain't playin wit a full deck And
as they nervously stare, I know they
scared They saw the coming of
Wu, the neon in Times Square Household
name, assassin, killa bee Mill
to the grain, that posess the Wu,
trilogy Quick to spot those that
bite camoflouge and blend Those
that got styles, they got identical
twins Don't stretch the small
thing, copycats are finnicky without
skills, they master the art of mimicry
But I go line for line on the
whole page Your unspotted life
on the mic is old age rocket

watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
watch ya step kid
I smoke on the mic
like smokin Joe Frazier
The hell raiser
raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like
troops in Pakistan
Swingin through your town
like your neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh tic toc and keep tickin
While I get ya flippin
off the shit I'm kickin
The Lone Ranger code red danger
Deep in the dark
with the art to rip charts apart
The vandal too hot to handle
Ya battle you're sayin Goodbye
like Tevin Campbell
Roughneck Inspector Deck's
on the set
The rebel I make more noise
than heavy metal
The way I make the crowd go wild
sit back relax won't smile
Rae got it goin on pal
call me the rap assassinator
Rhymes rugged and
built like Schwarzenegger
And I'ma get mad deep like a threat
blow up your project
Then take all your assets
Cause I came to shake
the frame in half
With the thoughts that bomb
shit like math
So if ya wanna try to flip go
flip on the next man
Cause I grab the clip and
Hit ya with sixteen shots
and more I got
Goin to war with the meltin pot hot
It's the Method Man
for short Mr Meth
Movin on your left
And set it off get it off
let it off like a gat
I wanna break full cock me back
Small change
they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow
that nigga out the frame
And like Fame
my style'll live forever
Niggaz crossin over
but they don't know no better
But I do true can I get a sue
Nuff respect due to the one six
I mean ohh yo check out the flow
like the Hudson or PCP
when I'm dustin
Niggaz off because
I'm hot like sauce
The smoke from the lyrical
Ooh what grab my nut get screwed
Oww here comes my Shaolin style
True B A B Y U
to my crew with the suuue

Yo ya best protect ya neck
First things first man
you're fuckin with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head
like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga
who's slack in his mack
Come fully packed
with a fat rugged stack
Shame on you
when you stepped through to
The Ol Dirty Bastard straight
from the Brooklyn Zoo
And I'll be damned
if I let any man
Come to my center
you enter the winter
Straight up and down
that shit packed jam
You can't slam
don't let me get fool on him man
The Ol Dirty Bastard is
dirty and stinkin
Ason Unique rollin
with the night of the creeps
Niggaz be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash bite my style
I'll bite your motherfuckin ass
For cryin out loud
my style is wild so book me
Not long is how long
that this rhyme took me
Ejectin styles from my lethal weapon
My pen that rocks
from here to Oregon
Here's Mordigan
catch it like a psycho flashback
I love gats if rap was a gun
you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types
of shapes and sounds
And where I lounge is
my stompin grounds
I give a order to my peeps
across the water
To go and snatch up props
all around the border
And get far like a shootin star
Cause who I are
is dim in the light of Pablo Escobar
Point blank as I kick the square biz
There it is you're fuckin
with pros and there it goes
Yo chill with the feedback black
we don't need that
It's ten o'clock hoe
where the fuck's your seed at
Feelin mad hostile ran the apostle
Flowin like Christ
when I speaks the gospel
Stroll with the holy roll
then attack the globe
with the buckus style
the ruckus ten times ten
men committin mad sin
Turn the other cheek
and I'll break your fuckin chin
Slayin boom bangs like
African drums
Comin around the mountain
when I come
Crazy flamboyant
for the rap enjoyment
My clan increase like
black unemployment
Yeah another one dare G Gka Genius
Take us the fuck outta here
The Wu is too slammin
for these Cold Killin labels
Some ain't had hits
since I seen Aunt Mabel
Be doin artists in
like Cain did Abel
Now they money's gettin stuck
to the gum under the table
That's what ya get
when ya misuse what I invent
Your empire falls
and ya lose every cent
For tryin to blow up a scrub
Now that thought was just as bright
as a 20 watt light bulb
Should of pumped it when I rocked it
Niggaz so stingy they got short
arms and deep pockets
This goes on in some companies
With majors they're scared
to death to pump these
First of all who's your A&R
A mountain climber
who plays an electric guitar
But he don't know
the meaning of dope
When he's lookin for a
suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
And I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
Matter of fact bring out the
girls and let's have a mud fight

You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck
You best protect ya neck

Reunited cuz it feels so good
(Yo, yo, niggaz ain't shit)
Reunited cuz we're understood
(Your bitch ain't shit)
There's one perfect thing and
(Your momma ain't shit)
children this one is it
(Your daddy ain't shit)
We both we're so excited cuz
(You ain't shit)
we're reunited, hey! hey!
(Niggaz ain't shit
Your momma ain't shit
Your daddy ain't shit
You ain't shit, you ain't shit
Yo, yo)
Reunited, double LP, world excited
Struck a mass to the underground, industry ignited
from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
Scattin off soft-ass beats, them niggaz rap happily
Tragically, that style, de-ter-iate, rapidly
Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition
Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
Pierced your internals, streamlined compartments
Just consider the unparallel advantage
of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage
I'm known on the microphone as the rap professor
Casual dresser, you may dress fresher
The way that I speak this shit is energetic
My physique of meat is quick atheletic
Remove all MC's who disapprove
that my funky fresh particle always have the groove
You're jealous over me because you're not a competitor
You're just a donor, I'm the rap editor
Tryin to rock the mic when you get an appetite
All negative on the mic, I dislike
Try to rock the mic but only will reduce
Try to get loose, you juice as a youth
Not knowin to yourself that you shall be frozen
I'm the MC warrior, who has been chosen
to rock and shock beats, polite when I recite
Sulfur MC's, you are down right, out right
Try to be talkative, there's no alternative
Hide until I forgive, this motive
I am unique with the perfected physique
The objective of my rhyme is my own technique
I maintain the paradise on this Earth
with the shut the fuck up style for what this shit is worth
Watch a nigga catch a purse
Super-hero niggaz die
Do my dirt, get away and multiply
You bitches, ya nice guys
Always want bitch, because ya need mine
I pleased on how I get up on the stage and fuck up the show
Cuz nobody can't fuck with me!
You bootleggin buyin motherfuckers, don't do that with me
with all these child-support cases I got, I needs my money!
Earl for ages, a 100 and down, sacrifice ya baby to the underground
The best kept secret, how does it feel to be boxin in
like a skeleton, growin back ya skin?
When I was young, I was taught how to produce
the science of babies gettin loose
I turned white boys to Springsteen spruce
Black to spooks, gave the Chinese Bruce
I can't help it if my style is foggy, monster boogie
Get ya high on my patio, all come to see me movie
Bicthes, you're walkin on my dirt
We ain't sayin nuthin
I whisper in ya ear, make ya blink cold Pert
Love potion, plenty bones I put up
What!? What!? What!? What!?
You know what time it is,
mothefuckers!
Reunited and it feels so good
(It's Wu mothefuckers)
Reunited cuz we're understood
(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers)
There's one perfect thing
and children this one is it
We both we're so excited
cuz we're reunited, hey! hey!
(It's Wu motherfuckers
ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
It's Wu motherfuckers
ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers
It's Wu motherfuckers
ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers)
I want to give a big shout out to the Wu-Tang Clan.
We holdin it down. YouknowI'msayin?
I also want to show mad love to Puffy cuz you holdin it down.
Master P, you holdin it down.
KnowI'msayin? Dr.Dre, you holdin it down.
Give Snoop my love, E-40.
MC Eiht, West Coast, word is bond.
This is family, I don't give a fuck!
Striaght up. It's Dirt Dog, nigga!
Y'all niggaz know how the fuck I get down!
knowI'msayin? I'm here to represent this shit!
KnowImean? I love y'all niggaz!
Motherfucker, my stomach hurts!
Bitch, I got to go!
(ah, Wu-Tang motherfuckers...)

[martial arts movie sample]
Yeah, yo, aight
Pass the meth!
(nizzuh nzza punk nigguh, yeah!)
Yeah, aight
kick the raw style, yeah
Fly that fuckin sack
Shame on a nigga who try to run game on a nigga
Wu buck wild with the trigger!
Shame on a nigga who tr

[Oh, fuck, you can't even sing]
Hey, baby, I like it rawww...
Yeah baby, I like it raawww!!!
Ooh, baby, I like it raww...
Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!!
Sh...

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yay
Gimme the mic so I can take it away
Off on a natural charge, bon voyage
Yeah, from the home of the Dodgers, Brooklyn squad
Wu-Tang Killerrr Bees on a swarm!
Rain on ya dollar's ass, disco dorm!
For you to even touch my skill
You gotta have the one Killer Bee and he ain't gonna kill. Now
My producer slam, my flow is like bam!
Chop that down, pass it all around!
Lyrics get hard, quick cement to the ground!
For any MC in any fifty two states
I gets psycho killerrrr Norman Bates!
My producer slam, sharp like bam!
Jump on stage, and then I dun-daaaah!
[I like the way you come]
Hey, baby, I like it rawww...
Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!!
Ooh, baby, I like it raww...
Yeah baby, I like it rawww!!!

(Repeat)

What y'all think you wasn't gonna see me?
I'm the Osiris of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and high prophecies can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries,
ally perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the matches with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an'
Rumblein patrolmen teargas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

As the world turns, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never
learn
It's my testament that does burn
Play my position in the game of life, standing firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the
fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack
and A Streetcar Named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back, what?
My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to push my big cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke blunts and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking
Tell your story walking
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly nose reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell blows spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune strictly shitty Mortal Kombat sound
The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold
us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga who was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like Flare
Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut for raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
now terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, eye-no-vation
Getting drunk like a fucking skunk on five-year probation

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for the axe
Another hard nigga torn, close ones gone
Those who stray and fuck-up get slayed by the song

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab
wounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the Nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save shell from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid
back
Lampin like the million black womens on my man's rag
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard
you scream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowin

Winter Warz
Wu-Tang Clan

Winter Warz
It's on..
(Cappa) Where your sparkle at kid?
Ryzarector..

(Break: Raekwon the Chef)
Yes the shit is raw, comin at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)

(Verse One: U-God)
This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam nine diagram pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the dome
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
One dose of my feroc(ious) handheld trigga cuts
Acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical mic cords, hangin like umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm

(Break: (first two lines)

(Verse Two: Ghostface Killah)
More than a thousand times one, snatch up my styles get done
I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
So sit back and let the king explore
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
My culture, glides and attacks just like a vulture
Ghostface in Madison Square is on your poster

(Break)

(Verse Three: Masta Killa)
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
of the Wu and learned how to
fuck up yo' anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
juvenile freestyle, civilize the men-tal
Devils worship this like an icon
Bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python

(Break)

(Verse Four: Cappadonna)
You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin
for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
Extravangza, time sits still
No propoganda, be wary of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
Dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
CD massacre, murder to cassette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nuttin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh
into your chamber like Freddy enter dream
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
in battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you could get long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
My repotoire, is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbott
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

[Intro: kung fu sample from
"8 Diagram Pole Fighter"]
Today I'll talk about kindness
Justice, faith and kindness
I want you to listen carefully
Kindness and faith,
are the foundation
Without them,
we can't become good people
And with justice,
we know we can lead a good life
And how can I be a good man then, eh?
Well, first of all,
you have to practice honesty
Uhmm...
Keep your temper,
never lose control of yourself
Keep control...
Be patient, if you learn to do these things,
you can master anything

[Chorus: The Persuasions
"Gypsy Woman" sample]
Out of nowhere, there came a caravan
This was around a campfire light
A lovely woman in motion
Her hair was as dark as the night

[Method Man]
Cruising on the interstate,
just follow while I innovate
Too many try and imitate,
medallion like a dinner plate
Front and get ya dinner ate,
chinchilla for the winter, wait
I'm trying to bring the "Sexy Back" like Timbaland and Timberlake
Spitting like a calico,
kush from a Cali hoe
Tell that joker "tally ho",
put shots in that Denali, yo
RZA you know how we go,
on them 20's, that's how we roll
And I don't eat berries
but eat a Berry like Halle though
The game criminal, my, my chain figaro
My, my dames pigeon-toed,
I'm still the same nigga though
Uh, kid rock a fitted low,
still got a wicked flow
And I'm like Barry Bonds on anything
that RZA throw

[Ghostface Killah]
On anything that RZA throw,
Ironman's invisible
I left my chick for cheating on me,
now that bitch is miserable
Popping bottles,
painting hella Wallo's on my physical
We gon' have a ball,
might as well pick a testicle

Purple haze festivals,
smoke a nigga like a bowl
F**k a coma,
now the state you laying is a vegetable
You wanna see me?
Like you ain't checkable
You like a CD,
I burn you and I wrecked a few...

[Chorus]

[Interlude: kung fu sample (RZA)]
Only God, has lept into avenged mind
And can, distinguish good, from evil
Hahaha (Aiyo Cappa)

[Cappadonna]
We gotta get more cake together,
so we could branch out
Preserve land,
get a boat and a ranch house
Call me a dreamer,
but I hustle for real
You thought that I fell off
but now I'm attacking the field
All in Chicago, grinding, putting it down
Crush blocks of MC's,
I ain't playing around
Yo, you heard me on The Bassment,
giving it to 'em
Fake dudes hiding theyself,
but I could see through 'em
Diggler, what?
I'm trying to live and raise kids
While you throwing up ya sign,
I'm laying 'em down, kid
Plus, I'm back home now, doing my thing
Thirty dollars to Medina just to cop me a ring

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: kung fu sample]
A good friend, holds his drink
Bad company makes bad wine!
Drinking among friends
Red wine means a good life
A few drinks bring comfort
Two drinks are enough
Money can't buy courage
Riches mean nothing to us
Brilliant, a display of genius

[Intro: Method Man]
If you got it, light it up [8X]

[Method Man]
Ain't no shook in 'em, Pyrex pots is hot,
fiends is cooking 'em
Little niggaz hugging the block, cops is booking 'em
Women hugging they purse
when they spot the crook in 'em
Back when little J got shot, pops was whooping 'em
Little noses dripping with snot, ock,
now look at 'em
The ghetto got a hook in 'em now, drugs,
stay pushing 'em
Used to throwing dirt in these blunts, now,
it's kush in 'em
Used to tell these chicks to shut up,
now, he's shooshing 'em
Get cash, get that ass, or put a foot in 'em
Iron Flag, flag that cab, Bedford
and Put-e-nam
There ain't no puss in 'em, dick,
dildo, or gush in 'em
Niggaz still got that juks in 'em

[Chorus 2X: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)]
If he front then we stomp 'em out
(Get 'em out ya way pa)
If he drunk and he run his mouth
(Get 'em out ya way pa)
If he front then we stomp 'em out
(Get 'em out ya way pa)
(Get 'em out ya way pa, move, move, move)

[U-God]
I'm seduced by the chrome,
it's a ruthless poem
It took a little time to get his juices going
Producers know him,
as the kid with the Iron Palm
Righteous hammer, examine the firearm
Approach or get fired on,
permanent chest scar
Empire Strikes Back,
check out the Death Star
Bless y'all, wet y'all, do the impossible
Where I'm from, we use dum-dums in the arsenal
Highly sparkable,
get stretched off the knuckle check
Known to scuffle, I take it to the upper deck
Universal conquest, kung fu, buckle vets


In a dufflebag, max yo, a couple techs
Give 'em ear hustle, Wu brand,
we programmed
Next time we dance, it won't be a slow jam
I fear no man, son, you get lynched up
Nigga bitch, get Frankenstein stitched up

[Chorus]

[Masta Killa]
Yeah, voice skipping off percussion
Give it to 'em how they love it, slow flow, deadly, beloved
All praise, the daunting, calm yet
So alarming, without a word being spoken
A thought with no voice, just a nod and a look
The contract was took, straight cash,
off the books
A major pawn took a Don, look, he's armed
With a few black rooks from the heart of the Crook
Shook ones look while they hung him on Hercules hooks
They found his body near a shallow brook, escaped on foot
Switched the look up, out of state, he got the hook up
The flipped cake, thought lighter than the feather
Yet heavier than weight, when my mindstate starts to break, take cover
Over RZA instrumental, I'm damn near invincible, it's simple

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: kung fu sample]
Tell me, what are they like?
They got holes in the top, five round holes
While I was watching, this stranger, hit them
But his fingers went right through the bone
So then, they've... mastered it
It's some style of kung fu, you know it?
The Skeleton Claw

We got butter
We got butter

Gonna go
Gonna go

One thing for sure keep you a vault
Keep a nice crib fly away Keep to the point
Keep niggas outta your face who snakes
Keep bitches in their place keep the mac in a special place

Keep movin for papes
Keep cool
Keep doin what you doin
Keep it fly keep me in the crates

Cause I will erase shit on a real note yous a waste
Its right here for you I will lace you
Rip you embrace you
Put a nice w up on your face
Word to mother you can get chase
It s nothing to taste
Blood on a thug
If he gotta go
All I know is
We be giving grapes

This is a place from where we make tapes
We make them everywhere stealing all
We be making base
You’ll be making pace
These little niggas they be making shapes
Our shit is art yours is trace

This is the way that we roll in the street
You know when we roll
we be packing the heat
Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go Gonna go

This is poverty island man these animals don’t run
Slums where the ambulance don’t come
Who got the best base fiends waiting to smoke some
Approach son
Ask him where he getting that coke from
My dudes hug blocks like samurai shogun
Cause no v and no ones Equalin no fun
Who wanna treat they know huh
Body to go numb
A woman need funds plus her hair and her toes done
It is what it is though
You F**k with the kid flow


You make it harder to dough the harder the get go
Harder to pimp flow harder when it snow
The pinky and the wrist glow
Cause here we live fo
Get guap and get low
But first off you gotta get the work off
To get from the curse boss
Yeah See im the shit
Them dirt on the fifth know
Hustling from the get go
The motto is get mo

This is the way that we roll in the street
You know when we roll we be packing the heat
Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go

We was quiet flashy brothers
Strapped all along with the dirty 38 long
12 hour shift gate took case in state
you think he wont hold his weight
put the money on the plate and watch it get scraped

We get ape up in that club
Off that juice and hen
And its an no win situation
F**king with them

You mean like Ewen at the front of the rim
Finger roll a dutch
Million dollar stage is touched
Techs gauges bust

Trust no one
The lone shogun
Rugged tim boots stompa
Damaging lyrical mass distruction laucher

Nothing can calm the quakage
When I break kid
Peace to my brothers up north
Doing state bids

This is the way we be rollin in the street
You know when we roll that we be packing the heat
Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go

This is the way we be rollin in the club
You know when we roll that we be packing 32 slugs
Gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go gonna go

Peace to the God peace dog
Pull out a little liquor
Shame on a nigga
I heard the reapa' done came
to get'cha
So I done copped this fifth a
vodka and in ya honor
I grown this fetish for
loose ladies and baby mommas
Some say it's bad Karma what you do
Man it come back on ya
Music gotta support them crack corners
Now Imma swallow this
whole bottle for Ol' Dirty
Damn it hurts me
I hate it when brothers go early
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
Word to my son he gone remember you
Rubbin' on a statue in
his lab that resemble you
and what it meant to Wu
Us formin' like a family
you just blew
You was the chess piece on the board
that made us look true
Watchin' ya pen swish
you loved fryin' kingfish
You da pearl in the ocean
I'm up on the land pissed
Now you movin' more prestigious
Me Hittin' the streets
I know it's real
guess I slept with the black Jesus
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
I became weak when I heard
that his body expired
It was hard for me to believe that
my brother retired
Suddenly the clock stopped
and the room started spinnin'
How can he walk off the field
durin' the first innin'
I cried like a baby on the
way to his pace of death
Hate not bein' there the minutes
before he left
Now I'm in the booth
10 feet from where he lay dead
I think about him on this song
and what he might have said
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
When I first heard the word I needed
air to clear my head
I know you didn't say
what I thought you said
my brother's dead you crazy
Another dirty prank to
get the family cranked
up niggas shouldn't play like that
I know how you feel god
but it's real
and I still can't believe
and my heart still grieves the loss
Ason Unique loved wine and
fine women
we singin' on tour ooo baby
we like it raw
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
I popped a bottle on your dog
tried hard not to cry
I still can't hide the scars
And I still ask why to God
Alalyzin' ya form
as I stood ther beside ya moms
And I share the blame
cuz you was callin' for help kid
Shoulda coulda woulda had the time
I was selfish
I carry on your struggle
each day it really hurts me
I really miss you Russel
hope you forgive me Dirty
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
On the crash and put my fist through
Shout out to Dirty that the
whole world missed yo
Reach out and kissed you
in your coffin my heart races
I drop tears and watch my nigga fall
form greatness
It's all wasted
flushed down the drain and
Soon as the news hit me
I bust out with pain and
Rivers I cried my brother just dies
Imma see you my nigga
on the other side
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
Ah man how do I say goodbye
It's always the good ones
that have to die
It's hard to live without you
God I said no doubt you
when you said that the
passion of Christ was all about you
From the God mobile to
to Brownsville
Florida to Ohio to Portlan to
Park Hill
You interrupt the Grammy's said
Wu for the kids
Took four five shots
when they rushed in your crib
Crack ya ribs cops shot ya whip
You been chased by the pigs
on a four year bid
Crashed cars
still came out without a scar
They try to keep your
free spirit trapped in a jar
So you'll keep your mouth shut
And won't tell the world who's who
and what's what
and prolly go nuts
How we treat them hoes
How we treat them hoes
I'll go through life pretending
that time will change the ending
Mistakes behind me
cast shadows to remind me

Aiyo we came through thumping
like elephants
The new Range is super charged
I remains intelligent
Back to the formula lord
hard grammar This is God school
make sure the
lobby ain't jammed up
Excalibur swords T Rexes
bibles of rhymes
We in the lunchroom
weed and veggies for breakfast
Polo campus sicker lances
the crisp
Hundred dollar kick niggas
that be showing you hand steps
Back to the dormatory
where niggas Broke my forearm
and index finger
now you write glory
True holding my flag
it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it you gon'
say Rae mad Now
28 Days Later now Wu's up
do something you can't
It's blood in my eye
I might get amped
To rip something down
the billboard holders is back
So when you see me
you gon' say he gets down
From darkness to DNA
I move with my brother
And we resonate
energy that shifts in colors
Bringing MC's punishment
then I'm done with it
The meter leave
way on the fast break
I run with it
It was not a hobby
but a childhood passion
That had started in the lobby
and was quicky fashioned
Every line to line
bar for bar is clockwork
Hazardous and powerful enough
to have your block hurt
Check the total amount
of MC's inflicted With torture
from moving with work
that's restricted
We criticize producers
til they joints are right
Then acupuncture the track
with pinpoints of light
Hitting them from well conced
firing positions
With explosiveness
that'll make the deaf listen
Drastic pyroclastic
connected with the same old
Down the dangerous slopes of an
active volcano
Bill like the Green Bay Packers
sack like the linebackers
Hang with niggas
like redneck crackers
Strangle cold bottles of Beck's
like a vexed German
Duck low behind the car
my tech burning
Neck burning
from eight karats of sunlight
Absorbed
in the grill Big Pun like
Lord of the Wu Tang sword
know what that means
Like J R Tolkien
it's the Lord of the Rings
This is my man Chef auto
like Grand Theft Auto
The 18th letter followed
by the mark of Zorro
Plus A not for apple
but I pack an apple
Shorty try to buck back
and knock me off the saddle
Caramel pecan sundae Pregline
Plump breasts
was filled with saline
Her big booty cousin
nasty Nadine
Get you on the floor
whore tried to double team
Is he still that nucca
Is he in the hood like that
Is he really strapped
Will he really split yo' shit
I thought you said he rap
Pull up in the yard ten sets
He ain't flexing
microphone ripping
heat holding
Who testing
Rope a dope his black lotus
Can't quote this
chat with the sword tongue
Duck when the axe is swinging
wild Apache drum
Crazy Horse kicking
his thoughts
he won't quit
Can't tell em nothing he grown
give the man room
Space was demanded
beat banging through the speaker
Voice heat seek missle
guided at the listener
Swing to the gospel
catch up and wet at the brothel
Unstoppable
direction of my flow optional
To the ear
depending on the current of air
the crowd's in

She's my number one gangsta chick
She's my number one drafted pick
I only wanna see it
Anything she say
you know I'm gonna do
You'se a starter like Candice Parker
Take flight like Skywalker
might wolf it on ya father
Still the athlete play of the week
G P A 4 0 and the game's complete
Skintone buttercream
all defensive team
Dreamgirl like Jennifer Hudson
you're my Queen
To be I'm ya King
keep ya under the wing
Together we can capture the ring
You the human highlight body type
just right
Hairdo stay tight
go hard ball all night
Allstar shine so bright
Hall of famer
about to take the game to new
heights
You're my number one draft pick
Madonna classic
No look dunks to the basket
yeah that's mine that's mine
She's my number one gangsta chick
She's my number one drafted pick
I only wanna see it
Anything she say
you know I'm gonna do
Blunt smoke fifth hundred stroke
I'm going nuts full clip
shoot up her fat lips
And round butt
catch Heat when I'm In Too Deep
The answer beeps
she take dives on the busiest
streets
Whatever situation or the
circumstances
Outdoor indoor
she's taking the chances
Hotel motel or Holiday Inn
Overlooking that bible
she continued to sin
Spread wide on the desk
paperwork all in a mess
While the ceiling fan blowing
her dress
Ten minutes of jerking along
with the slurping
Her skirt hid her talent
until I raised the curtains
Showtime at the Apollo
she'll follow my lead
Then get on her knees
then swallow her pride
Strapped and ready to ride
She's my number one gangsta chick
She's my number one drafted pick
I only wanna see it
Anything she say
you know I'm gonna do
Yeah that's my down bitch
That's my down bitch
anything she do for her man
If it's lying on the stand
fish frying in the pan
She a Queen like Liz the third
wicked curves On her word
stay still rocking linens and furs
While she do it in the sack
jazz music in the back
Flat blew a nigga back
act two I'm into that
Damn right she the star of my team
When we stepped on the strip
baby girl we the heart of the scene
Whether Brooklyn Bronx Manhattan
or Queens
Staten Island she styling
if not she's not seen
Playboy status every man's lust
She acting all shy
but she likes handcuffs
I'm the first on the court
first to hit the dance floor
The floss in this rap sport
what more can ya ask for
Let ya glass pour
Wu Tang is here now
All my Independent Women
time to let ya hair down
Bottles popping
everything is fair ground
Fresh legs window shopping
can't help to stare it down
You'se a starter cuz I chose ya first
Baby you'se a starter
where you throw that skirt
Lady you'se a starter
where ya hold it down
Yeah I'm Cold Blooded
then ya love my style
This is rush hour traffic
first one to merk off
It's like clockwork
first to get ya work off
I'm the workhorse
Killa Bee performer
Pro darter starter
not a bench warmer what
She's my number one gangsta chick
She's my number one drafted pick
I only wanna see it
Anything she say
you know I'm gonna do

See I was raised up on these mean streets
Im from the projects,
right where poverty and hell meets
Im searchin every day to find a better way,
I gotta
Hustle,steal to get my pay before I hit bottom
Now some might say I'm already there
But who are they to judge or question
what I do so I dont care
Tired of eatin cheese sandwiches
with no meat
Tired of watchin all the playas
from the same street
So its a life of crime,
some might sing a rhyme
To escape the ghetto before the flatline
Choices to make,what am I gonna do
Gotta use my talents
that gonna put me through

Hook: Gerald Alston

Now with success I've become a target
They wanna set me up,I guess mo money equals more problems
They wanna get me,wanna hit me,
strip me of my riches
They want to cut me up in pieces,
leave me deep in ditches
And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it
(Fading as Meth's verse starts
: Fight to stay alive)

Verse 1: Method Man


I was raised on these meen streets
You know,where poverty and hell meet
Brothers get jelly,lifes for sale cheap
Since my momma held me
in her arms to tell me
That its a cold world I dun held heat
And held myself down,
lots of bodies and shells found
And niggas takin anything
that aint nailed down
We fell down,aint hard to tell now
I aint tryin ta see the cell now
Or see momma put the house up
for sale now
So Ima give all I got,to try a
nd get that guap
Nigga,Im hot with this hustle,
go ahead and get the cops
I used my talent to get more fickis
Unlike these little cornerstore niggas
Go change your drawers niggas

Hook: Method Man,Gerald Alston

Now with success I've become a target
They wanna set me up,take me hostage
Or take me down some notches
They wanna hit me,
wanna stick me,get me for my riches
They wanna diss me,wanna clip me,
leave me stiff in ditches
And I cant take it,but I'm gonna make it

Verse 2: Inspectah Deck

[Sample]
The heart is the general,
the eyes are the scouts
the fists are the arrows,
the body is the bow
All movements have to be....

[RZA]
I'm the 7 in the center of the sun,
I keep shinin
My inner light would turn
my baby's tear drop to small diamonds
That be twinklin, while my love be sprinklin
We stay young while your old wicked faces be wrinklin
ALLAH's the most gracious,
he made the universe the most spacious
Seen and heard in all places,
but still appear faceless
Embraces all races,
all caste and all cases
In every spec of life
he's the substance of all traces

[Break]

The answer to all questions,
the spark of all suggestions
Of righteousness,
the pathway to the road of perfection
Who gives you all and never ask more
of you
The faithful companion
that fights every war with you
Before the mortal view of the prehistorical, historical
He's the all and all,
you searchin for the oracle
A mission impossible,
purely philosophical
But you call him on your death bed
when you layin in the hospital

[Break]

And as you play all day like the grasshopper who work and toil
Like armies of ants carrying stones of soil
Building a home for themselves
and storing food


At night we praise ALLAH
and adore the moon
In sync like the flow of the Nile,
the growth of a child
Only fearin' GOD,
we great a ghost with a smile
That which is spirit is spirit,
which is flesh is flesh
Meaning life has no partnership
with death

[Break]

Yo, I've been highly misunderstood
by those who met us
They had ears of corn
and heads of lettuce
Mentally dead,
essentially lead by the false teachings
And eventually pledge their allegiance
To that which was against them
and exempt them from the truth
Then juiced them and pimp them ??
So the church can rise,
while their babies home hungry
covered with flies
Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Trying to harness the wind
ALLAH's the father from without and within
On Christ return, who will announce him?
Every tree is numbered,
but who can count them?
The name of all things on this world,
who can pronounce them?
ALLAH is the father of all,
why do you doubt him?

[Sample]

The heart is the general,
the eyes are the scouts
the fists are the arrow, the body is the bow
All movements have to be ??
The wrist must be strong and the fingers powerful
Fast, high kicks, a good firm stance
Avoid the enemy's strong points

[Intro: movie sample (Raekwon)]
On the firing line... lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line?
Watch for ya targets
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...) pay attention

[Raekwon]
Welcome to the fish fry where niggaz
get burnt to a crisp
Jump out the pot, "Yeah yo I got this"
Long armor, construction's on,
I'm pro-drama
Catch me in the wildest beefs,
I bring bombers
Bearded like Talibans, booted,
my black ninjas
'll come through, tuxedos on with the gold llamas
Priceless like emeralds,
check out the ski mask
King Tut's nephew gave it to me
for three bags
Of heron, Don Baron, sniff a bag of blow
Fifth out, runnin' up
in Saks with the ill army
Shake feds, play dead,
yo check out what Rae said
Lay on ya hands,
let the Branson break bread
High energy,
all my niggaz a kin to me
Regardless how it go down
I still get ten a ki
Beware of my enemies,
y'all remember me
Nikes with the low goose on
and I've been a beast
Wilding in my headphones,
red in my stones
Good ganja out,
if I die fill up my headstones
With water, dough,
acid and gold classics
All my niggaz who pump,
the spirit'll jump out and grab shit
Max with the laser on 'em,
staircase caskets (caskets)
Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing (maxing)

[Interlude: Inspectah Deck (movie sample)]
Still them 1-6-Ooh niggaz, straight up
(whoa, hold up, hold up)

[Inspectah Deck]
The nozzel aim, rip through ya
frame for pocket change
Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein
Thousand dollar corks pop,
pause or get off top
Used to be a general, just lost your spot
Animal House, two grand'll handle ya mouth
Beast mode with the G-Code,
cancel 'em out
Son, I've seen hell,
fell into the palms of Satan arms
Don that I am made 'em bow
in the face of God
Graveyard Shifting, different day,
the same thing
The name ring then the chain swing
and dames cling
Money green, Maury kicks,
whips and new fitteds
(It was all a dream) Advocated
by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mausberg
Shorty ain't a shorty,
he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be, blind to deception, only
Sharp with perfection, homey,
ya mind is a weapon

[Interlude: movie sample]
Relax, you got ya muscles tight, relax
Word... Word...

[Chorus: Method Man (U-God)]

First we told y'all niggaz,
then we showed y'all niggaz, huh?
(We gon' take it back with this)
By the time you get a show,
we've been all around the globe, huh?
(We gon' take it back with this)
Before you even had a name, you was screaming "Wu-Tang"
(We gon' take it back with this)
When we was running on the block,
you was under ya pops, remember
(We gon' take it back with this... let's go)

[Ghostface Killah]
Armored truck money, Shazam bangles,
play the throne like
Julius Caesar, gorilla mob,
slash, Killah's gaurd
Fake passports and visas,
all of my goons
They be carrying spoons,
because boom, he had a massive seizure
Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published
Detroit bitches out of town be dying to f**k us
This is real talk, shank lullabyes
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high
Curl on the dumbell L, we can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL's
Supreme novelists, we rank superior,
guarding the post
Down low in the 'jects,
got it locked in ya area
Ain't tryin' to hurry up
We like rebel niggaz powdered up
wilding in the streets of Liberia
No matter the crime, I'm beating the case
If I'm a wrong, a chair hit a judge right in his face
Shitting shanks out, come to court dates
Mittens on shines with blood
Wally's that's the color of wine

[U-God]
Talk to me, my criminal mystique
Kick back the boards, six thousand a week
Pay homage, what the don beat,
you're a minor threat
I see ya sweat roll down ya cheek
And ya soft and sweet, ya talk is pork
Get murdered in New York when I enforce the heat
And the cost ain't cheap,
my advice is priceless
Bring back the life that ya
thought was lifeless
The Way of the Gun, son,
who the nicest?
S.K., no stungun, smooth devices
Time Crisis, I played the game, low lifers
In a brawl, ripped the phones out the walls in Riker's
Vipers in the infirmary rooms with slicers
Shiesters with hate in their blood might bite ya
F**k that bitch, ya wife don't write ya
Cancel her, buy another one just like her
Pipers in the bucket of ice taste righteous
Today's mathematics when we build in cyphers
The baby automatic kill like Air Force strikers
I'm still Asiatic when I spill the hypeness

[Interlude: movie sample]
The dark, and this place will come here
That's right!

[Chorus]

The joy the flowers bring me
The pain still has me sinking
All while the heart
gently weeps
Your smell has got me
shrinking
The tears in your
eyes are twinkling
Because the heart
gently weeps
Snowy night fiends basing
A Raisin in the
Sun was amazing
The joint on the dresser
a gauge went off
Jumped up fish tank it fell
and they stuck
They shot her cousin LaVon
he owed a buck
Willie was awful
pulled out the ratchet
let off two
Grits fell on his leg
Kiana ripped the cold bowl
He violent
a Island nigga with the talent
six killas who just came home
from straight wilding
Robbing everything in Macy's
Lacy short haircut
With long arms who furk
niggas got four babies
vette jabber her
slapped her wig off
ran in the crib
She did the dumb shit
my nigga then clapped her
Lester smoked Chester sister
Vest I heard it was a mess
They ripped the apple out her
throat blessed her
Hungry hyenas from Medina
all eight trained us
Who got reluct think fast
and blast from Beamers
I brought my
bitch out to Pathmark
she's pushing the cart
Headed to aisle four
damn I got milk on my Clark's
That's what I get
not focusing
from hitting that bar
My mouth dried
need plenty water quick
I feel like a shark
In the aisle busting
them paper towels and
wiping my Wally's down
I stood up to face a barrel
he's holding a shiny pound
It's him he want revenge
I murdered his Uncle Tim
I sold him a bag of dope
his wife came and copped again
That bitch is crazy and uh
she brought her baby
She knew I hard the
murders a smack
it killed her man though
Now I got his furking nephew
gripping his gat
you'se a bitch
You better kill me
you know you're booty
You pulled your toolie
out on me
motherfurker
First thought was to
snatch the ratchet
said furk it and
furking grabbed it
I ducked he bucked twice
this nigga was furking laugh
I wrestled him to the ground
tustle scuffle
constantly kicked him
He wouldn't let go the joint
so I furking bit him
Shots was whizzing
hitting Clorox bottles
Customers screaming
then the faggot ran out of
hollows I had to show
him what it's all about
Next thing you read in the
paper 'A man who came to kill
gets knocked out'
I don't know why
nobody told you
Man's not supposed to cry
Though we're just babies
and you're so crazy
How tears of joy
bring so much life
Yo aiyo yo yo yo
You on ya way to the store
nigga grab me a Dutch
I'm mad as furk my dude
my count was short
when I was bagging it up
Now I need liquor
nigga pass me a cup
What's up with Officer Brown
The other day he tried to
shackle me up
He killed Kase and now
he hassling us
This motherfurker got balls
even the gaul to try and
patten me up Time to re up
let these niggaz know
we back on the block
With the hundred off a G pack
cracking the spot
I don't know why
nobody told you
Man's not supposed to cry
Though we're just babies
and you're so crazy
How tears of joy
bring so much life
The joy the flowers bring me
The pain still has me sinking
All while the heart
gently weeps
Your smell has got me
shrinking
The tears in your
eyes are twinkling
Because the heart
gently weeps

(Intro: RZA)
Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies
No bitch could hold me, in this Thug World

(Inspectah Deck)
I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip
Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with
So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare
Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper ware
The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth
Polly with the wild life, cannibal out
Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or cassette
Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech
Killah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep
Annamette with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette
Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids
Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip
Face sick with the rap shit, stacking them chips
In the pits, stick shit, cats packing them grips
Bad bitch with the black six, after my dick
She like, this your pussy, and she smash my click
Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall
Niggaz straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the board
Snake waiting, dudes came for sure, I lay law
Stay raw, cause a 'massacre' with no 'chainsaw'
Half y'all talk about it, but you don't want war
See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more
We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating
So without reason, pounds are squeezing
The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM
Bitches ride like the Scream Machine
For a taste of it, the chick strip, clean out the jeans
Next thing she was smuggling coke between the seams

(Chorus: Dexter Wiggles (RZA))
If real niggaz is listening, the life we living in, is wrong
(Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable)
Back for transitions, to save us from harm
We in the race for time... so we won't lose our mind
But if we run the race like a thug
We would lose that mind that we made of

(RZA)
You kept the weapon concealed like a magician's secret dollar bill
Liable to pull a knife from out of his heal
Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand
One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to sand
You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away from this
You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get pissed
One man, can't uplift the land
Like Method Man standing on the hands of fans
See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant
Splendid, unprecidented, hip hop vintage
Started from the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us
He was God Cypher Divine, trying to spark the wizzes

(Chorus 2X)

[kung fu sample]
If only we can lay our hands on that vixen Yu Shin Hua
Then all our problems will be over...
Yu Shin Hua!
You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed

[RZA]
The quintessence, father of the hip hop renaissance
My slang been around before baton and Benetton
I've been on, fingerprint, two finger tips
So when I squeeze the rubber grip, release the clip, then leave the clip
C-Cypher Pigs can't identify it
The true and living God, son, we exemplify it
The most complicated 'formance of life, we simplify it
Bzzz, don't knock it til you try it
Flying dagger, make 'em stagger, then I take a swagger
Ice cold J?germeister, take a dragon hold
Bo county crook, slide like the Nike swoosh
Bruce Almighty got more problems than Spidey, look
Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been tooken
All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn
Good looking, son, yo, son, bring the hook in
You can never find Zig weak spot, stop looking

[kung fu sample]
You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed
You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed

[Raekwon]
From the continents to Croatia, I'll flame a lamester
With the new slang, much more to show ya
These rocks change, glock fully, hot pellets
Have me running through the hall, it's on, like you being chased by the relic
Can't nothing harm me, yo, I move through any project
With logic, few semi's, hide in the cockpit
Scream out, Shallah and I'mma tap in, harder than Tinactin
Don't try to play the fella, I'll blacked in
Moving all miraculous, the slap smiths of the rap game
Say my name backwards, you'll get back changed
Black man, black hooded, moving through the city
Like you Batman, still you so pussy, like Catwoman
Don't bother the Legion, more squeezing, more reason
To light a new block up, cause me to cement shit

Powerful block shoppers and all niggas getting that gwop
Dare you to try to find my weak spot

[kung fu sample]
You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed
You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed

[GZA]
I stay on the 64 squares, while patrolling the center
Trading space from material, the time zone, I enter
It's calculated by movement, from pushed pieces
Advancements and development, once the pawn reaches
To 8th ranked, now heavily armed with a tank
My opponent's base is threatend, soldiers cut with shanks
Moved all my small pieces, MC's are driven back
Unable to avoid capture from the attack
Such movement, is naturally quite unsound
Men is badly placed upon dangerous grounds
Loosening their position, before they were strongly posted
Before the double rooks had approached it
They must of been quick to ignore the principles
Rock a V and an effective God is invincible
A strategic plan, just the way I envisioned it
Many fallen soldiers in complete imprisonment

[kung fu sample]
You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed
You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed
You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed
You thought you'd find my weak spot, but still, you failed

[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I tell you, right, right, right, in ya muthaf**kin' face
Muthaf**ka, you know, well, you know muthaf**kin' well
When -- we don't play that shit, or, I don't play that shit
That's just Wu-Tang, you know, I'm the nigga
That -- that, give it to ya raw
When I said "first thing first, man, you f**king with the worst
I be sticking pins ya head, like a f**king nurse
I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack
Come fully packed with the fat rugged stack
Shame on you, when you step through to
The Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zu"

[Intro: Raekwon (samples)]
(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his f**king arm...
You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah)
You know, word up, not playing the games, with these niggaz, man
(Somebody tell me what do I do...)
None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen
Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox
Study like lessons, niggaz in the game biting the grain
You knowing where it came from, stop it
You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic
Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt
Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what?
The only niggaz that'll glow'll be us
Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats
Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim titties
Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game
Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu

[Chorus 1.5X: sample]
What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah
Somebody tell me what do I do...

[GZA]
We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block
We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop
Raining with the patchwork of puzzles
That was written in the year of the dragon
More raw than you could ever imagine
How much of a great blessing to a rap city
Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty
Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical
Analyze the picture, the portrait, the visual
A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied
RAGU nigga whose tomatoes are sundried
He gave y'all niggaz whiplash from bling bling
But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings
Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it
For the lower level creatures that can't peep it
I observe MC's, regardless
From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness...

[Chorus]

[Masta Killa]
Let the track wind and ya mind flow free
Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability
Infinity, back to the source of which it came

Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending
On and on and on and, travel with me
Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact
For those who can't adapt, I lived it, shitted it back
We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze
The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks
Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down
Underneath the white T lies the four pound
This is forty-five minutes of menacing
Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone
Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown)

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck]
Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard
True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
Spreading the blessing across seven continents
Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense
Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott
Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual
Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural
Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein
I and I ride or die under the name
W-U, the primary, ya secondary
Definitely not necessary, the legendary
You printed the blueprints to do this shit
Moving the youth in the bricks
Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts
Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art

[Method Man]
Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine
Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time
If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is assonine
Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof
In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable
Most Talented rap muthaf**ker you ever listened to

[Cappadonna]
I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done
Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and run
Can't nobody f**k with me, I'm just too nice
Smack niggas in they head everytime I write
Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping
Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping
Go to school f**ked up, it's Africa Island
We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent

George Clinton
A fox hes got a fox.
Mr. Wolf, hes the guy
Who ran the woods and ate Grandma
But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma

U-God
Yo,
Must I flex my cash, to sex your ass
I wet the ave, when I set my path
The vette' dont crash I'm built to long last
Grab my money clip I hit the bong fast
Earn my respect, my checks they better cash
Finger on the trigger wit my nigga Fred Glass
Knuckles is brass, start snuffin you fast
Jumpin outta cabs, grabbin money bags
Next shot go right through your hover craft
You do the math my answer tounge slash
When will ya learn its the return of Shaft
The genuine thriller, the Miller Draft
My force might blur, the Porsche will purr
The apple martini of course its stirred
Ill do the honor, the Shaolin bomber, sharpskin armor, Ill bring the drama

Chorus (1x)
George Clinton
A fox hes got a fox.
Mr. Wolf, hes the guy
Who ran the woods and ate Grandma
But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma

Verse 2
Method Man

Damn, deficatin on the map, Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap
How real is that, you niggas hatin on the fact, that the kid is blazin on this track and hatin on em back
My doe stacked up wit O's, who the mack duckin po po's blowin smoke goes in the 'Lac
To be exact, don't want no hassle wit the stack, in the big apple, we aint ridin apples in the back, yea, its all grillin, how the f**k ya'll feelin, non-stop park killin, on the block we was killin em
The arch villans, when the blood start spillin, any stuck start squealin, body bags we was fillin em
Yea, now I got it in the smash, a ounce ya man wanted and a llama in the dash
Me and my comrades followin the cash, and livin everyday like tomorrow is the last

Chorus (1x)


George Clinton
A fox hes got a fox.
Mr. Wolf, hes the guy
Who ran the woods and ate Grandma
But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma

George Clinton
I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when your lost down in the snow
Like a coyote out in the desert
When the first will never go, and the wolf, they never go

Verse 3
Masta Killa

Yo,
Would you recognize a jewel for what it is when you see it
Or would you take it for somethin else and get toed the f**k up
Men come together for the common cause
To beat your ass just because
Theres a line he dont cross offending the boss
While of course his one selecting through your head shot
I'm back in the yard again the bars callin
15 sets of this will have you swollen
Ladies like
"damn papa you lookin right,
i'd love to give you some of this pussy
and ima dike"
I write when the energy's right
and spark friction
DJ cuttin it spinnin it back mixin
Great pop knock tickin, poetry description, for the motion picture reanactment, activate a higher assassian keep it classic
Rap evolution every black yo pass that

Chorus (1x)
George Clinton

George Clinton
A fox hes got a fox.
Mr. Wolf, hes the guy
Who ran the woods and ate Grandma
But a dog is a dog is a dog is a dog
Unlike the wolf, who made a widower of Grandma

George Clinton
I'm like the savior dog to ya baby when your lost down in the snow
Like a coyote out in the desert
When the first will never go,
and the wolf, they never go

Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style
If what you say is true,
The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous
Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?

En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style

[Chorus]
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da mother, bring da motherfuckin' ruckus
Bring da motherfuckin' ruckus

Ghostface, catch the blast of a hype verse
My glock bursts, leave in a hearse, I did worse
I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk
Ya head rush, fly like Egyptian musk
Aw shit, Wu-Tang Clan spark the wicks an'
However, I master the trick just like Nixon
Causin' terror, quick damage ya whole era
Hardrocks is locked the fuck up, or found shot
P.L.O. style, hazardous, cause I wreck this dangerous
I blow sparks like Waco, Texas

I watch my back like I'm locked down, hardcore
Hittin' sound, watch me act bugged, and tear it down
A literate type asshole, songs goin' gold, no doubt
And you watch a corny nigga fold
Yeah, they fake and all that
Carryin' gats but yo, my Clan
Rollin like forty Macs
Now ya act convinced, I guess it makes sense
Wu-Tang, yo sew, represent
I wait for one to act up
Now I got him backed up
Gun to his neck now, react what?
And that's one in the chamber
Wu-Tang banger, 36 styles of danger

[Chorus]

I rip it hardcore, like porno-flick bitches
I roll with groups of ghetto bastards with biscuits
Check it, my method on the microphone's bangin'
Wu-Tang slang'll leave your headpiece hangin'
Bust this, I'm kickin' like Segal, Out For Justice
The roughness, yes, the rudeness, ruckus
Redrum, I verbally assault with the tongue
Murder one, my style shot ya knot like a stun-gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty ass nigga with my nigga, the RZA
Charged like a bull and got pull like a trigga
So bad, stabbin' up the pad with the vocab, crab
I scream on ya ass like your dad, bring it on

[Chorus]

Yo, I'm more rugged than slave man boots
New recruits, I'm fuckin' up MC troops
I break loops, and trample shit, while I stomp!
A mud hole in that ass, cause I'm straight out the swamp
Creepin' up on site, now it's Fright Night
My Wu-Tang slang is mad fuckin' dangerous
And more deadly than the stroke of an axe
Choppin' through ya back swish
Givin' bystanders heart-attacks
Niggas try to flip, tell me who is him
I blow up his fuckin' prism
Make it a vicious act of terrorism
You want to bring it, so fuck it
Come on and bring the ruckus
And I provoke niggaz to kick buckets
I'm wettin' cream, I ain't wettin' fame
Who sellin' gain, I'm givin' out a deadly game
It's not the Russian it's the Wu-Tang crushin'
Roulette, slip up and get fucked like Suzette
Bring da fuckin' ruckus

[Chorus]

So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on
So bring it on

Punk nigga!

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Basically, can't fuck with me
Verse One:
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze
Chorus:
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
Interlude: Booster
And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)
Verse Two:
Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'
What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
*horn sound of car racing by*
Chorus
Outro:
I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
and make you kneel in some staircase piss
I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills
You motherfuckers
(So???) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe
(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)