Yo (yeah) Check it out son, check it out son
Yo, (Wu, can I get a soo) live in the place to be
You got the capital G
G to the A-M-C
Givin' a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school
And we gonna take why'all back, know what I'm sayin'?
Lyrical sorcerers right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son
(Yo check it)
Well if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we don't handle em
So we blast em, alright, well OK
Well if you like the wicked sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
(Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it)
My rhyme gross weight be into combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the station
Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it and
Gassed up, fucking with some regular unleaded shit
Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
Bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope
Heavenly art, military is necessary, it's a gamble
Emcees bet they best at every
Power move, parable ditties might harm
If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic
Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive
Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
Now who could ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin' style is mad murderous
Well what you know about emceeing?
Yo, I know a lot
Well can you demonstrate somethin' nigga?
Huh, I'd rather not
I'm talkin' 'bout stacks cousin
Nigga that's what I got
Cash rules over all
Well cash rules the spot
My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed
Of niggaz who think it ain't like that
Emcees are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
then God struck, religious niggas call it bad luck
Raps of led, you got caught up in the web
now bees are stingin', yo that niggas them singin'
I'll be swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
Emcees be out like bank robbers
Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
DJ the getaway driver
Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
for fat tapes and then played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
And from that point, the God made a statement
Draftin' tracements, replacements in basements
Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box
And microscopic optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchlines, that's unstoppable
Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops
Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only increase if everything is peace
Father you see King the police
Well if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we don't handle em
So we blast em, alright, well OK
Well if you like the wicked sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
(Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it)
Well if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
Niggaz that front we don't handle em
So we blast em, alright, well OK
Well if you like the wicked sound then clap man
And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
(Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it)
