Wu-Tang Clan

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