*Intro: The RZA* Yo, it's a samurai showdown Samurai showdown... (Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me? You will die from the tip of my sword today Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm Right, prepare to die
*Repeat [x2] Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords
[The RZA] Yo, yo Hailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw, talon twirl And one swirl of the fatal sword splits your Island Wu Killa Bees' stingers back on the swarm again BZZZZZZ, the alarm again, six direction weapon deflectin Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets Steel fragments bein chipped off a slingin sword slash With the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag He drove a ninety-nine Jaguar Quick to pick a lock, lick a shot Respect the Bloods and Crips a lot Plus the God from Ride saggin in his seat, blastin Wu beats Tryin to plot his next hit He took a drag of the eight elements that composed, atmospheric gas 'Bout to let off his sword, and full blast Kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus Deluxe stroke, son move like a ghost Struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post Radar sharp precision gunfire, explode Till his clips unload, it's a samurai code
*repeat It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (5X) Time for everyone to go record It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords Time for everybody to go record
[The RZA] Crept in silent, the steel wind Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots just sealed in We attack, full fledge with Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads Swing with the force of a sledge Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge Slit this analog derelicts head Who even thought that he could go against the truth and the Gods and fall back? From the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad of a thousand archers out to mark ya The bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beans Birds in my nest restin up, on the telly scene Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony Can't accept what you analog cats be tellin me I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second to break your back like Big Jack from Tekken
*Repeat It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (2X)
Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you want baby It's what you neeeeeeeed
Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier Or Wu say boulder head flower You can detect the true and living God from the scorer Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides And this bitch advertised her breast size Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes Then he became highly civilized and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance and stopped wearing Benetton Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear
*Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you waaaaaant
Pele egg-head the top dresser One man catalog the London Fog casual hog Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby master Tommy Hil Advil Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear
Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Just come see me satisfaction guaranteed baby Just hold your own baby and just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it goes Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece Hard time and killer tactics
Just hold your own baby Now just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it go (x2)
RZA: Spectacular cardiovascular attacker! Shaq's on the track with the blackular, Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzla, Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular Veins... do it quick nicca bi**h, before your brain get drained... With the horror you now have become stained... Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter, The skill like a splinter! A decimal, Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we... (Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual, Styles break your mind! Shine, nigga, shine!
All: We don't need no hooks!
Shaq: The Shaq Attaq has risen, Au concrete PM this is twizm, Always & forever, forever always attack, I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack! Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic, CD, #3 Static! You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin', AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger, Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out, So here me comes! Quick to beat you down, Like the RZA on the drums! Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'. My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman Emblem! Marks, get set, go left, The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth!
All: We don't need no hooks!
Method Man: Dangersome, comin' mad phat, Terrordome, Like whadva ak, we can get it on. Break 'em down. I'm a set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method. Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz, It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer: Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track, Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it, The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted. My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin', Got your wholes block duckin' Down! The end is here, apocalypse now! Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out.
<i>[Intro: Understanding (RZA)]</i> Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books The game isn't over, til the kings go wild A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century (hahahahahahaha) Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir (hahahahahahaha) That transforms him, into a powerful being That struggles with the great and evil within himself (hohohohohoho) While saving the lives of others Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs (huh... he's back! Ahh!)
<i>[RZA]</i> Yo, double dose of danger, it's the Gunfighter and the Stranger Peep the silver bullets, like the old Lone Ranger Transform on ya'll niggas, like the Werewolf from London My cousin Dirty Dick Don, yeah he straight out the dungeon Man up in the art gall', my girl, my newborn child God chosen, son, we just sip from the Nile Gold plated dinner dishes, fresh slice of fresh papaya Pulled by the scrolls, read the Book of Obadiah Smack ya head against the wall like a Spalding My thugs, they carry more drugs than Walgreen's Mr. Digital, bodododo, sometimes appear invisible Got this money, now my old bitch is miserable Old Jack Nicholson grin, I stay sinister Two billion dollar advance, for a three letter signature Holy frankincense and myrrh...
<i>[Outro: Understanding]</i> Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books The game isn't over, til the kings go wild A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir That transforms him, into a powerful being That struggles with the great and evil within himself While saving the lives of others Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs
<i>[Chorus: Danny Keyz]</i> It's been a long time coming.. Days, days are turning to nights now They said... they said I'd be okay But when I hear those church bells ringing I begin to pray for today might be my dying day
<i>[RZA]</i> The great mind, surpass space and time Seven plains of energy, interlace combine Five conscious stages, stand up courageous Change your plurality, seek mental clarity Ziplock off the chronic, kissed it, then I twist it Build on today's mathematic ballistics I walk with the utmost honorable respect It's a quick locked secret, so Protect Ya Neck This is full metal jacket, ain't about that gossip Nope, you get your face all over the bicep Go out the closet, you slimey sausage Six degrees of luxury, with no deposit They said a friend be sub blanked, a plane be sub tanked A gat be sub shanked, look, I just hit jackpot A hundred mil to the bank
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[RZA]</i> The continent splitter, the dominant figure The mathematician who calculated God from nigga The Zig Zag Zigga, who civilize the wigga My vigorous attack on the track, slice a thousand giga Bytes of information, in one line, how sometime Use the sky for a blanket, then I bathe in sunshine Nine conquer bonds and nine wives, nine lives Nine grands sit on my side, we carry nine knives Eighteen strikes from Low Hand, ain't no man Can withstand the blow, from the Wu-Tang Clan I answer many questions of life, without asking Breath in the stench of death, without gasping Fasting and praying, while you laughing and playing I am fast in my mind, to attachment what we came in And go through the river of life, I stay floating Live a hundred twenty degrees without quoting
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[RZA]</i> I have no fascination with Satan, no relation to probation I'm the sun sitting still, while you trapped in rotation Every rebel's creation, every thought has been ovation One demonstration, we civilized a whole entire nation Attract a generation, who's built with elimination Of wickedness and sickness, we striving for the bliss We rising up our fists, five stage of consciousness Keeping our promises, master our circumference
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Outro: RZA]</i> Yeah, I'm back Sometimes, you think you bout to lose it all But it's actually, the point that you made it all It seems like life is gonna pass me by But now I'm reborn to a new chance, a new opportunity A life has just begun... And if we having a good time, but wasting your time Seven plains of energy must interlace and combine And all praises due to the Most High... I'm here forever!
[Intro: RZA] Round up, round up, round up, round up Round up, round up, round up, round up
[Chorus: The Whatnauts] No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
[RZA] The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up A few G's a week, my clique used to sum up Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up And cops flood the block, no way to eat So I dropped a half a G on a rented SP 1200 Sampler, and a Yamaha Four-Track The bass from the lab used to blow the fuckin' door back While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up Givin' grown ass women two vials for a dick suck When I was stressed I would head to the rest Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP We went platinum, yeah we flatten 'em Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zoo is bombin' 'em All around the world, Killa Bees start swarmin' 'em You can't stop us, you can't block us Rock us or mock us, knock us or top us Better sit back and watch us
[Chorus]
[Inspectah Deck] Can't stop me man No matter how hard, you better go hard So hard, if you gonna try and stop me now I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride Without a homicide, case and trial It's a long time comin', long nines bustin' Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin' Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin' The shit that I been through, things that I've seen The chicks that I ran through, places I've been I'm a victim of the very song I sing That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics I'm a hold my head, stay true to where my heart is Either you pay with your life, or you pay dues and homage
And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop
And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop
Yo, yo who got the biggest dick? Who got the phattest whip? Who got the baddest bitch? Who got the fullest clip? Crib in Paris, France, plus in Maryland In Baltimore, I bought the cabstand
Up in Burbank, the crib, I smiled at Hillary Bless the valley with the hundred dollar chivalry Got the UFC Bodog on my catalog Mayor Koch Records, they the landlord
It's the Digitech, you ain't get a check You better get a deal, better make a bet Get ya money right, what an appetite I see ya'll cats later, about to catch a flight
And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop
And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop
J m'appel??짤, Bobby Digital Comme ta le vous, mademoiselle La original, pouf e tranquille Ai ont pope ordinal, ladite
Baobabs, ??짧tre be on Savait, let's get it on Plus the yacht, we just docked Yo Kinetic, son, yeah, let 'em flop
A box of Belvedere, private stock My Karachi jacket, Gucci watch Yo, Rugged Monk, scotch on rocks Aiyo, Bobby D, what's up with Goldielocks?
And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop
And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan, Lon, London, Japan And I'm straight off the block and I'm straight off the block Lon, London, Japan to the top of the pop
Yeah, it's ya boy David Banner, south side to the day I die You know what I'm talkin' about? They weren't expectin' us to hook this one up You know what I'm talkin' about?
N.Y.C., straight to Mississippi You know what I'm talkin' about? Get your money pimpin'
It don't matter where you are You in London, you in Japan You know what I'm talkin' about You in Spain, you in Italy
Wherever the hell you are Get up on your money pimpin' You know what I'm talkin' about? And this beat is so fresh, watch this
<i>[RZA]</i> When I was young, I slept with a battery on my tongue So when I spit, the impact with the sting of a stun gun At full blast, rock your cradle, fatal razorblades graze you Split you open, stitch you back wit a staple I'm football head, I put your head Into a brook, all four, your momma wouldn't look at ya'll Gold from the Panama canal, Alabama gam' Got me laid up, on my nuts like kapow B-O-B-Boy's fast as Bruce Leroy Meet the rap Galactus, blow planets off his axis My glock is plastic, my dick *sniff* is magic Stretch up the Power U like Mr. Fantastic
<i>[Chorus: Dexter Wiggles]</i> Stop, it's a booby trap Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack? Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap
<i>[RZA]</i> Yo, when it comes to this mic device, you get ate Like the gingerbread man try'nna cross the lake Or the Winchester, call my white son, Lester Poindexter Tell 'em bring back the black mack, strapped with two extra Clips, where's the natural, words inside the apple Pot holes in the street, it cracks the Jeep axle Shrivel your heart to a raisin, shorty star gazing Yeah, he got steeper than dunce, once he start blazing blunts Beef, and get drown in Hunt's Your flame get toast, your best bet to punt I lounge like a hungry jaguar, into agua Trying to catch a fish that multiply like the magua Pocket fat be Jabba the Hutt, Clan gallops up Feel the Force of my steel, but you can't count the caliber Digi, Digi, Digi, all inside your city Microphone on the roam, like Capone and Frank Nitty
<i>[Chorus 2X]</i>
<i>[RZA]</i> I don't got a taste for blood or flesh skin My mind, like Professor X from the X-Men One line, cause MC's to write their albums down Devils only come amongst you, if you allow them now Do to trading, they infiltrate with persuasion That desire to rob and steel and make slaves of all Living luxury, destructively, conductively Improper nature, privately and publicly Man so stupid when confronted by something he don't Understand, he shoot it, the whole world's polluted My earth gave birth to a universal, change us Scribes reflect the child born in the Bethlehem manger Devils try to steal me of my intellect, rob me of my culture Like they white washing sculptures Like they snatching down my posters But it's been caught through the eyes of Minolta
<i>[Thea saying "try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya" throughout the whole song]</i>
<i>[Intro: RZA]</i> Digital... why...
<i>[Chorus: RZA]</i> You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed You moving fast, reduce your speed Weak producers, imitate my beat When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet You can't break me, you get deflected Can't remake me, already perfected Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected
<i>[RZA]</i> I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German lugers With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead Spread like plague, plus I wire taped the feds Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed Deflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biases True lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lioness Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight You should pay attention to the words I articulate
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Monk]</i> Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie... You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesse By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smoke Turning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down My morals, and my values, retire up on the richter Speak this vivid, so you clearly get the picture And description of a real one, standing in your mist I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete King of the jungle, still no one can compete With my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long
Ah, love is love honey, yeah Digi, Digi, bong, bong, bangin' you long Whop, pop, who pop, then bang bang boom Shabobalee, shabizzy
Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight
Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight
Your dynamite antics drove me to your magic Merrily down the stream, you got me goin' frantic Enchanted by your kiss, the apple's gigantic In your Atlantic abyss I'ma sink my Titanic
Granted your wish to be captured on candid camera Oh shit, I got to pamper you With this hand trick gambit, open handed Edible panties, no need for the hamper
We can spread out on the floor like Pampers Chantin' Karma Sutra, you got me speakin' Spanglish Mamacita, fuck semantics Goddamn it, you understand it?
I'm about to blow like somebody pushed the panic You fever the gene that Yaqub sub-planted Shape and mold ya body just like ceramics Big valley rodeo style, above to stand with
Dream, dream, cream, cream Legs open, I'm in between You squelch and scream, I split your gene My chi, my yi, my shit, my jig
My lee, my con, crown me Kong King Bottles of Ginseng, Jamaican ting Wood root, it's the ultra sheen Your flower bein' blossomed, pollinate like Spring
Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight
Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight
Love, love, love is in the air, fireplaces, winter time Bottles of wine, cuddled up with a friend of mine She a dime and in her physical prime So every time we grind, she get a chill up her spine
Sign is Virgo, she from Chicago She like my slow flow and like my turbo I'm like yo, we can burn the herbal I got the purple and you in my circle
By them hips I can tell she fertile So I'ma take my time and as slow as a turtle And I like her verbals, that wine she gurgle Got her actin' terrible
And that ass is durable Had her bent over in the Bentley convertible The girl was beautiful, my flow was surgical And now I'm preferable
Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight
Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight
When tonight chime, I taste your kiss I make a wish, for you When tonight chime, I feel your kiss I make your dreams come true
She was gorgeous, wit ass that make you cum fast like Porsches Face look like a portrait, body like a fortune Mills in small bills and tall heels, flexin' sex appeal Got my mind ponderin', wonderin' how the sex would feel
First to kill she'd be an assassin, main part of her attraction Was her sense of fashion, stopped her and asked her name Complimented her elegance, she blushed, respond with intelligence Her scent was heaven sent
Offered me a drink, beautiful with dead presidents A few drinks later, we back at her residence Surprised and 35, I was deep between her thighs When she came she cried, looked me deep in my eyes and said
Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight
Good night, here's your kiss Sleep well and make a wish Don't be scared, I won't bite I keep you warm and hold you tight
<i>[Intro: RZA]</i> Bodododododo... Killa Beez control the set, Shaolin Island where you at? Medina...
<i>[Chorus 2X: RZA]</i> East coast just hold your set West coast just hold your set Dirty south just hold your set Mid West just hold your set
<i>[RZA]</i> Nano nano, my fammo, pop more love than Soprano Carry ammo like Rambo, blow like Tony Montano Timberlands with no sandals, started off like black Sambo Talking ham bone, ham bone, having you heard, that we switched the channel On the neck is gray flannel, Gucci cheese wit the camouflage Haagen-Dazs Milano cookies, too hard to handle Pepperidge Farm distinctive, Godfather like Brando You, download my flow, on your iPod Nano Nano nano, from Austin, tea parties in Boston Spot that dot in your eye, you not a G til I cross 'em
<i>[Chorus: RZA]</i> Shaolin Island how your set East coast just hold your set West coast just hold your set Dirty south just hold your set
<i>[RZA]</i> There's no need to cry ya'll, I gauge out your eyeballs Your family's like 'why ya'll', there's blood on the white wall The streets wrapped in white sheets, be strapped to my right knee Twenty feet gorilla niggas, rolling, looking just like me The jakes came to ID, I don't carry I.D. You being fed through the vein wit the IV In your head you're like 'why me', in the bed is where I be Oh man, between the legs of a dime piece Tongue kiss her scented breast, her best friend is behind me Camcorder on WiFi, recorded in widescreen Sent it to the iJack, to the people on my team Killa Beez shine, I don't need no bling bling
<i>[Chorus: RZA]</i> East coast just hold your set West coast just hold your set Shaolin Island hold your set Medina hold your set East coast just hold your set Mid West just hold your set Dirty south just hold your set Medina, where you at?
<i>[Outro: RZA]</i> East coast just hold your set Killa Beez control the set Shaolin Island, where you at? Medina, where you at? Mid West just hold your set Dirty south just hold your set Shaolin just hold your set Medina, where you at? Boogie Down... Killa Beez control the set Shaolin Island, where you at? Medina, where you at?
<i>[Chorus: Tru James]</i> My woman, and my money, don't own me... I've got to, keep holding, my own
<i>[RZA]</i> Heaven, heaven... The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives Digital brain is the closest to Moses Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister Revitalize the game, the names on the poster The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent You can't still convent, don't have seven cents Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went? I told you these words are heaven sent
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Monk]</i> It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran Three six letterman, Monk's the name Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice
<i>[Christbearer]</i> Why yes, am I next to impress D-T-S, bless the best, no cess Stress, from guess to gold press The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds But this is the new improved shit '08 from the AMG, '92, bitch
<i>[Chorus: Thea]</i> Creep, creep, creep Catch them while they sleep Empty every shell from your clip Knock them off their feet
<i>[Crisis]</i> These streets that we maneuver through, ain't nothing you familiar too Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' Black Christmas, be all in your crib with my killas calling Even if you ain't street, then we creepin', it ain't no secret Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya Off whiskey, pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi Crisis the Sharpshooter, I'mma lay 'em down gently One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot That's why some keep they shit on safety, others keep they hammers cocked Ready to blow, ready to go, fire in the hole And if a nigga ready to retire, we retiring his soul
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Christbearer]</i> Aiyo, I woke up hungry every day (every day) Til I learn to do the hustle, every which and every way A couple niggas hit the Chevy wit the K And the candy apple tray, it gets heavy in L.A. When Track died, Mack cried Once we start banging again, then he did a back slide I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June The city's full of Crips AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips (Long Beach) Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips If any, not many, academic scholarships
<i>[Doc Doom]</i> Pulp Fiction, driving in your car without permission With a video vixen, giving me head like Bill Clinton Got a drug addiction, pop pills with no prescription Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions Truly, I'm the one the West is really missing Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence The rap apprentice, with a little sack of new inventions Don't listen, and I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman
<i>[Chorus]</i>
<i>[Chorus II: Thea]</i> Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze Make them Swiss cheese Empty every shell from your clip Knock them off their feet
<i>[RZA]</i> You wanna feel the heat? I pull the flame out Make a wish, boy, blow your brains out Watch me step out the cribby, with the heavy chain out Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck Get these wizes, get these digits, get my ninjas back in business All you suckas, get the scissors You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland I be, making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman Bobby, covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman You suckas is useless like old New York tokens Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed You ain't worth the weight of a grain, from a poppy seed Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure MC's tremble when they hear the name of us Puffin' Eastwood stogies, swinging Tiger Woods bogeys The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me King Tech scratch the beat, like he caught poison ivy
<i>[Monk]</i> Compton's where you can find me in the hood, so grimy Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact, you can time me Ready, set, go, I let the, tech blow Rugged Monk, kill a track at any, tempo It's simple, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment It's over, foreclosure, your shit is shut down Creep when you sleep and squeeze the four pound
<i>[Intro: RZA]</i> I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem The Genius... Digi... Sing it 'em to real quick, yo
<i>[Chorus: Thea]</i> Like to keep my head up to the sky And ask myself, why, it has to be this way I'd like to live my life in peace And have, not to worry about All the drama, I can't take Cuz we strive for luxury And try to feed our families It always seems that someone seen our way I'd like to live my life in peace And have, not to worry about All the drama, I can't take
<i>[RZA (Monk)]</i> I met a young brother, about 28 Who seemed intelligent and rather quite straight I greeted him, and struck a conversation To see if the youngster had some self motivation Peace brother, whats your name? How you be? (I'm Rugged Monk and I'm all about the currency) You mean gettin' paid?
<i>[Monk (RZA)]</i> Yeah like my man's brother Who has a condo, he shares with his baby mother You know a condo beats my apartment With no lights, no gas and backed up rent No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats That'll eat up the average alley cat (I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty, he's like) Word O.G. that bothers me Plus I'm about to be a new father, G (We need to wise up and change the hood policy)
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<i>[RZA (Monk) {both}]</i> Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man? Why you not out there trying to make your own plan? See we are a victim, of a situation Where a wicked man, separated the nation And got us killin' off one another Black on black, they pit brother on brother It's gettin' hot, hotter than July See the murder and crime rate is risin' to the sky (For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot I'm often woke up, from the alarming sounding of a shot, so I'm thinking what) Is your neighborhood a trap? {Could this be the place marked X on the map?} (And I'm spotted like a target in a shooting gallery So I strive to seek for a better salary So I can escape from where? From this ghetto life area {Cuz everyday it gets scarier}
<i>[RZA]</i> Dear momma, no need for the head drama I quit slinging that yac', don't need the feds on us I made a mil' off the deal, legit After I pay the tax, I'mma buy us a crib In the winter, I'mma buy us a whip So we can take long trips, just me and the kids I'm up again, I never let you down Nothings ever gonna stop me now I'm up from the gwop, don't gotta hide from the cops Plus homey's got a spot, they can stay off the block They can drop a few tracks, or spar a few minds The God home from the pen, he left the yard behind Got a brand new sampler, take the breaks and I loop it Got a license for the gat, in case the public is stupid Plus, I ain't afraid to shoot it A man with the family, is firmly rooted
<i>[Interlude: Talani Rabb]</i> We on top right now, we living Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us We killing, look at this, yo, just sweet in here We did it, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more We on top right now, we living Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us I always know you was gonna make it You was a dreamer, from day one
<i>[Beretta 9]</i> What shall I speak, about the brothers that passed? Make me weak about the knees, make me wanna bust ass Or should I kick knowledge, and I ain't even graduate But take it from me, it ain't cool to skip class, imagine it Five Gods, came to picture perfect, to ovulate to it Music and expression of freedom, escape to it Not much to it, we was born and conceived to it And me being the man that I am, the same could do it Surrounded by a civilized man, a weak woman Subconsciously be planting a fed, inside children Allow me to explain my cause, or who I B-E-R-E, Double T, A, N-I-N-E A/K/A K-I-N-E-T-I-C, my attribute B-O-R-N G-O-D Allah Searching for the truth in myself, I seen, I saw In order to achieve it all, must give my all
<i>[Interlude: Talani Rabb]</i> I always know you was gonna make it You was a dreamer, from day one Look at how you killing them right now Why don't you go get you a massage or something, daddy Ain't gotta worry bout none of that Matter fact, pass me the oil I got you all day, you know you did your thing Just sit back and relax
<i>[The Reverend William Burk]</i> Off up in the C-H-I, C-A to the G-O Where the winter time temperature be twenty below Knee deep up in the snow, the Reverend still get dough To pay the bills, feed his family and go get more Money, now we taking trips to Jamaica, just to relax My homey's came a long way since paper from g-packs But gone, they used to be pushing BP's and Zenax Now they wire us our paper back and forth like we fax We ask the lord and savior for guidance It's probably hard to hear us over gunshots and violence Figure when I'm in the casket it'll be plenty silence So in the end, when you add it up, it all balance The crew been up, staying higher than pallets On vacations in the islands, watching women with talents Fellowship and with the family members who be the wildest Now we live in mansions, castles and golden palaces
<i>[Interlude: Talani Rabb]</i> Into everything that you put your hard work into Look at the gold on the lamp, baby Look at the size of this TV Look at everything, just take up all the beauty in this room right now Look at how you did your thing, you did it We living right now, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more Yeah... hahahaha...
<i>[Hook 2X: El DeBarge]</i> Up again, I'll never let you down Nothing's ever gonna stop me now
<i>[George Clinton (El DeBarge)]</i> Up again, I'll never let you down (Nothing's ever gonna stop us now) Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down (Never let you down, never let you down) Up again, I'll never you down (Nothing's ever gonna stop us now) Up again, I'll never you down (Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now Up again, I'll never you down Nothing's ever gonna stop us now)
<i>[Outro: Talani Rabb (RZA) {Rakeem Diggs}]</i> Bobby, make this world digital... Bobby, your love is so digital... (Spell my name.. B-O-B-B-Y) {B, O, B, B, Y, Bobby) repeat after me B.. {B..} O.. {O..} B.. {B..} B.. {B..} Y.. {Y..} D.. {D..} I.. {I..} G.. {G..} I.. {I..} T.. {T..} A.. {A..} L.. {L..}
<i>[RZA]</i> Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me? You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie Culture this I God, all inside your iPod Cuz my squad, nigga is die hard
<i>[Chorus 2X: Startel]</i> Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier
<i>[RZA]</i> Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo Welcome to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car Niggas creep, half can't read or speak Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it Go home, lay on momma breast, nigga, drink about it So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs
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<i>[RZA]</i> Nobody understands me, not even my family Most important man on the planet, still they ban me Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy Hoping, I got smoked out and broke like Sammy Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy Never that, black, I got my act together How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever?
<i>[Chorus: Thea]</i> Your love so Digi, ahh You make me dizzy, ahh Your love so Digi, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
<i>[RZA]</i> Yo, heart pounding, chart bounded God astounded, well rounded Lost and founded, stay surrounded By these hoes, who can't count it Park the whip, then dismount it Forty ounce, yeah, I down 'em Shorties drowns in pools of love With these ounces, I be lounging Roof thugs, chew on slugs Maneuver through, hoods and clubs Purple kush, by the bush Dick is curved like Nike swoosh Push, push, in this bush Guaranteed to make her shush Red bone, head on tilt Six hundred cell phone bill Big trucks, shell toe wheels Velcro's loose, hell hold feels Sell no pills, sell no deals Niggas' styles, just no frills You best to chill, nigga Nigga, yea, you best to chill
<i>[Beretta 9]</i> Yo, women I love 'em, leave 'em Lust 'em, but I don't trust 'em The reason most men be bugging My lovin' Digi, you heard me? Might finger fuck 'em They sell me off in return Women I love 'em, they love me back in return I'm just a young man, head smart, cock strong Got my swag' on, throw a mean dart, fuck it, we on And got this fly talk, I kick that ass to the curb You on the sidewalk, you gon' respect the dons words
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<i>[Crisis]</i> Hypnotized by her hips and thighs Beasting on the bitch, I ain't gon' lie The H-E-Double N-E, Double S-Y Got me in the vibe, her ass is super sized I can see the future up in her eyes We'll be dumb high, keep her occupied Til the son rise, I beat it up right Then she can't deny, she heard the roosters cry Break her ass down with some crucial lines Nasty darts known to seduce the mind She all up in my world, she ain't even my girl But she knowing my world produce dollar signs Whispered in my ear, she'll swallow mine Like she don't do this freaky type of shit all the time Like she was the one, or her head was that bum I be dumb, sprung and just call her mine
<i>[Intro: RZA]</i> Hip hop is all about having fun, yo, yo
<i>[RZA]</i> Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me I got the rock stone from David's slingshot Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got? Watch for the cops, third eye like the Cyclops Red from the chronic, don't need no eye drops Swinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's Fiends in line like I, Robot Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots Tell my uncle that I know what he know not Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like raping coyotes Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote In an all black Toyota, W's on the grill, steering wheel and the motor Out to get the mills, til I'm paid like Bob DeNiro With seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's MC epitome, but these ducka sucka muthafuckas trying to get rid of me But if you decipher my lyrics, truthfully and not critically You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially Speak the truth, and tell you how it's supposed to be Zig Zag Zilla came, where's up the hilla man? Bododo, rewind that shit Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me I got the rock stone from David's slingshot Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got? Watch for the cops, my third eye like the Cyclops Red from the chronic, I don't need no eye drops Swinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's Fiends in line like I, Robot Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots Tell my uncle that I know what he know not Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like raping coyotes Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote In an all black Toyota, W's on the grill, wheel and the motor Heading to North Dakota With the cocaine, plus the baking soda MC epitome, but these savages trying to get rid of me If you decipher my lyrics, truthfully not critically You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially Nigga, tell you how it's supposed to be Zig Zag Zilla came, bododododododo Where's up the hilla, man? Ya'll cowards know me, hahahahahahaha
<i>[Chorus: RZA]</i> D for Digital, I - Irresistible G be Graphical, I - Immeasurable T come Technical, A - Analytical L be that Lyrical, who? Bobby Digital D for Digital, I - Irresistible G be Graphical, I - Incredible T for Technical, A - Analytical L for Lyrical, who? Bobby Digital
<i>[Outro: RZA (Prodigal Sunn)]</i> (Yeah, we gon' take it back RZA) Who the fuck stepped on the wire? You stupid mutha - BRRR Hahahahaha, so you thought you was going to escape, didn't you? You thought you could escape? Aiyo, let the wolves in, aiyo, son Aiyo, G, yo, let the wolves in All the niggas in the back All the wolves in the back, come up front We gon' get savage real quick Fuck that, aiyo, hold on, hold on, hold on, nigga Man, get the fuck off my feet, man Fuck off nigga, I'm trying to do my shit Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, Happy New Year, nigga Merry Christmas, it's July, hahahahah So the mad scientist continued to drink the Digital Elixir Fighting with the good and evil inside himself Trying to be Bobby, trying to be RZA Trying to be one, trying to be real Trying to be unreal, trying to be super real, nigga Rest in peace to the ODB, greatest MC of all time, greatest performer One of the greatest performers of all times Aiyo, O, yo, O, happy birthday, nigga, hahahahaha
