Альбом Wu-Tang Clan

[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 x2]

[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: 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 I'll 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 fuck 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
Fuck 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]

[Intro: Method Man]
If you got it, light it up [x8]

[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 x2: 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 x2]

[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

[Intro: Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo, what up kid? Yo, these niggaz is back, son
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm telling you, spit that, done it nigga
Yeah... yeah... yeah, yeah, I seen it like a Zenith, man
You hear me man? Word up, man, ya'll know what it is
It's on again, man, for real, Top Gun, what what

[Raekwon]
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 it's 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

[GZA]
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 conceiled 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

[RZA]
Blitz 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

[Masta Killa]
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

[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]

(feat. Dhani Harrison and John Frusciante)

[Intro: Ghostface Killah whispering]
Wu, Wu, Wu, Tang, Tang, Tang

[Hook: Erykah Badu]
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...

[Raekwon:]
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, an Island nigga with the talent
Of six killas who just came home, from straight wilding
Robbing everything in Macy's, Lacy, short haircut
With long arms, who f**k niggas, got four babies
Yvette 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

[Ghostface Killah:]
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 f**king nephew gripping his gat, you'se a bitch...
You better kill me... you know you're booty...
You pulled your toolie out on me... motherf**ker!
First thought was to snatch the ratchet, said f**k it and f**king grabbed it
I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was f**king laughing
I wrestled him to the ground, tustle, scuffle, constantly kicked him
He wouldn't let go the joint so I f**king 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"

[Chorus: Erykah Badu]
I don't know whhhhhhhhhhhy... 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

[Method Man:]
Yo aiyo yo yo yo...
You on ya way to the store, nigga, grab me a Dutch
I'm mad as f**k, 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 motherf**ker 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 three hundred off a G-pack, it's cracking the spot

[Chorus]

(feat. 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

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)
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
Gza

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 xxx 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 xxxxx 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

(feat. Sunny Valentine)

[Intro: Method Man w/ sample (Sunny valentine)]
We got butter [8X]
(The gun'll go, the gun'll go...
The gun'll go...)

[Raekwon]
Aiyo, one thing for sure, keep you of all
Keep a nice crib, fly away, keep to the point
Keep niggaz outta ya face, who snakes
Keep bitches in they place, keep the mac in a special place,
Keep moving for papes, keep cool, keep doing what you doing
Keep it fly, keep me in the crates
Cuz I will erase shit, on the real, note, you'se a waste
It's right here for you, I will lace you
Rip you and brace you, put a nice W up on ya face
Word to mother, you could get chased
It's nothing to taste, blood on a thug if he gotta go
All I know is, we be giving grace
This is a place, from where we make tapes
We make 'em everywhere, still in all, we be making base
Y'all be making paste, these little niggaz, they be making shapes
Our shit is art, yours is traced

[Chorus: Sunny Valentine]
This is the way that we rolling in the streets
You know when we roll we be packing that heat
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go...

[Method Man]
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 something, ask him where he getting that coke from
My dudes hug blocks like, samurai shogun
Cuz no V and no ones, equalling no fun
Who want a treat they know, huh? Body to go numb
My woman need funds, plus her hair and her toes done
It is what it is though, you fuck with the kid flow
That make it hard to get dough, the harder to get gold
Harder the piff blow, harder when it snow
The pinky and the wrist glow, this here, what we live for
Get gwop, then get low, but first thought
We gotta get the work off, the gift and the curse, boss
Yeah, see I'm the shit yo, the dirt in the fit, no
Hustling from the get-go, the motto is get more

[Chorus]

[Masta Killa]
We was quiet flashy brothers, strapped all along
With the dirty .38 long, twelve hour shift gate
Took case, state to state, you think he won't hold his weight?
Put ya money on the plate and watch it get scrapped
We get ape up in that club, off that juice and Henn
And it's a no win situation fucking with them
You mean like Ewing at the front at the rim, finger roll a Dutch
Million dollar stages touched, techs, gauges bust
Trust no one, the lone shogun, rugged Timb boot stomper
Damaging lyrical mass destruction launcher
Nothing can calm the quakeage when I break, kid
Peace to my brothers up north, doing state bids

[Chorus]

[Chorus 2: Sunny Valentine]
Whoa... this is the way we be rolling in the club
You know when we roll we be packing .32 snubs
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go
The gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go, the gun'll go

[Outro: sample to fade]
We got butter...

[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

[Singing: Gerald Alston]
See I was raised up on these mean streets
I'm from the projects, right where poverty and hell meets
I'm 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 don't care
Tired of eatin cheese sandwiches with no meat
Tired of watchin all the playas from the same street
So it's 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 can't 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 it's a cold world I dun held heat
And held myself down, lots of bodies and shells found
And niggas takin anything that ain't nailed down
We fell down, ain't hard to tell now
I ain't tryin ta see the cell now
Or see momma put the house up for sale now
So I'm a give all I got, to try and get that guap
Nigga, I'm 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 can't take it, but I'm gonna make it

[Verse 2: Inspectah Deck]

[Chorus: Sunny Valentine (Tash Mahogany)]
She's my number one gangsta chick (my starter) She's my number one starter chick
She's my number one drafted pick, she's my number one line on the hit
I only wanna see it (my starter) It's truly needed, When the ball drops...
Anything she say, you know I'm gonna do (my starter)
Watch out, watch out, when that ball drops...

[Streetlife:]
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
All-star 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, yeah, that's mine, that's mine...

[Chorus]

[GZA:]
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

[Chorus]

[Inspectah Deck:]
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

[U-God:]
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 cause 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?

[Chorus]

[Outro: kung fu sample]
You've learned how to kill
Every moved you've learned is trained to that end
Yet, we wish to preserve life
The first thing to learn, is that difference
Then you can start training with us, from the beginning

[Intro: Raekwon (samples)]
(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his fucking 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
Cause if things change, you know it ain't against Wu

[Chorus x1.5: 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 muthafucker 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 fuck 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 fucked up, it's Africa Island
We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent

[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 Jägermeister, 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 muthafuckin' face
Muthafucka, you know, well, you know muthafuckin' 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 fucking with the worst
I be sticking pins ya head, like a fucking 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: Over Chorus]
[Smoking noises]
[Raekwon:] Yeah. Yeah.
[Method Man:] Ayo, how much for a fifth of vodka?
[Raekwon:] Peace, one love.
[Inspectah Deck:] Can't change the end.
[Method Man:] Word? Well Lemme get that. Early, yeah yeah.
[Inspectah Deck:] Sometimes, we all gotta go.
[Raekwon:] Bring that bucket in here. Get some ice, man. Two more bottles of brew man.

[Verse 1: Method Man]
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 I'm a swallow this whole bottle for Ol' Dirty
Damn it hurts me, I hate it when brothers go early.

[Chorus: x2]
I'll go through life pretending,
That time will change the ending

[Verse 2: Raekwon]
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.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: The GZA]
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.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
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.

[Chorus x2]

[Inspectah Deck:] Can't Pretend. Someday it got to come to an end. But I'm a keep right here dog. Real close to my heart

[Verse 5: Inspectah Deck]
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, cause 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.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 6: U-God]
Yo. Yo, yo, yo
? 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,
I'm a see you my nigga, on the other side

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 6: The RZA]
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 ... .

[Chorus]

Mistakes behind me, cast shadows to remind me.

[Some Asian language]

(feat. Cappadonna, George Clinton, Streetlife)

[Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)

[U-God]
Blood money mercenaries, think you can muscle Wu?
It's a foot race, who can out-hustle who?
Hip hop junkie flunky, monkey see, monkey do
Great minds connect like mobster rings
Sit back, let me do my, Sinatra thing
I'm in the Hip Hop Hall of Fame, on the wall is the plaques
Old ball and chain, I named her Madam X
She love big cannons, sex unprotected
You better respect it, kid, we 'bout to set trip
You get ya neck ripped, eyeballs are scoping
I don't sell crack, I sell dopium
Catch him at the podium, nah, he moving too fast
Professor X, behind the bulletproof glass
You need a Wu pass, a bag of that high
Easy with the flicks, baby, I'm camera shy

[Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)

[Cappadonna]
We might have to 8 Diagram one of y'all MC's
We grind everyday and we hustle for cheese
Got our face on the front of CD's, we off the hook
W.T.C. y'all soft and shook
Y'all not built like the Cuban Linx Clan that get CREAM
And back heads down every time we sing
Give us a hundred grand for a show, let us rock
For more money, more chicks, more private stock

[Streetlife]
They call me Streetlife, slap the taste
Out ya mug, know ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya face
Throw a slug, catch a case
Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cow
Getting CREAM, however, a street brother know how
Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got bank
Pass the rock, my hand's hot, hit 'em with the showshotter
Peace to my ala mater, Wu-Tang block scholars
Never settle for less, promoters pay us top dollar

[Hook: Method Man (George Clinton)]
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (Eastside, Westside)
Get that money, God, keep your sword sharp (1-2-3-4)

[Outro: George Clinton]
The Clan'll talk, Calabama niggaz all'll quit
Talking that short dick shit, we was s'posed to be cool
Only the clue's on the other end of the stick
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackrock hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Barney here is down to a feeding dreadlock
Armpit like two Buckwheat's in a headlock
Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
[coughs] This shit is strong, god damn, what you got in there?
Over-crowded police blood bamboo bimbo
Chickenhead skeezer crackhead hoodrat
Somebody let the monkeys out the cage
Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears roll down her back
Calabama niggaz all'll quit
Talking that short dick shit
Speak up, no loud speaker but I'm speaking loud
Venacular ass kicking, truth got there in crowd
Shit, they call me the lethal lip
The linguistic, full metal jacket of venacular ballistic
Shooting out at the mouth without Chap or Blistec
Here's a mothafucka, I didn't flunk diaper rash
I'm verbally toxic, metal-piercing, forked, hollow point tongue
Dum dum, pow, shot from gattling gums
Hooked on phonics, packing a vicious vocabulary
Malicious, with malice and mayhem
Fuck a dictionary, give me the mic and I'll slay
Them and literally poetic symptoms
Pissing me the fuck off, missing me with that shit
I stick a venacular foot so far up in ya ass
You won't be able to pass verbal gas
So far in ya ass that one of my knees will rise so far above ya head
And you drown of a poetic ass kicking
Leaving lyrical lacerations on your lungs, from a verbal hangnail
That hung on my big toe, as I flow upward
Kicking yo on ya eardrum, you wanna hear some?
Tap dance on ya tonsils, leaving kiwi shoe polish on ya breath
Cavity in ya best rhyme, and I'm the access on the rest
Call me the proverbial verbal menacing dentist
With the drill, I got lyrical skills
I could perform oral root canals
It's unwise to fuck with me
Kick ya wisdom teeth down ya throat
Leaving you to choke
On where it hurts, unspoken vocals
Tying down ya vocal cord and windpipe tight
With toe jamming and ya mothafucking hemmoroids
Fuck the dumb shit...

[Intro: Method Man]
16th Chamber, temple number five

[Method Man]
Somebody said it's on, if it is then I'll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can't cope
For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit's gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
It's about to hit the fan, hit the flo'
That's all I can stands, and I can't stands no mo'
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don't want the hassle
Thought they trying to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple, I'm comin to your town
Black down, the rental, car, the pistol
YAH! If you don't want a burn from glock
Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it's being made by who... the 1-6-Ooh

[Interlude: Raekwon (Method Man)]
Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four
Temple number nine, temple number nine

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream is my specialty
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol' mad rugged flow
Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco
Or a disco duck, I'm strictly hip hop
Yo, Ason, what's up? I can't stop...
Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and
You could test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin
Coked up from sniffin, you're the one who's riffin
I'm not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you're slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show
Strip or rip a hoe, ready like Bo
Jackson while I'm still taxin, I'm maxin
Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and
Again and again when I rock this jam
I wanna see 'em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducin, the one-man band
A child that's wild, now with the style, couldn't stand
Niggaz wanna jump, then stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor
You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map
I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey
The Ol' Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
That I lay down like tile
Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down...