da mystery of chessboxin'
Singer:wu-tang clan
toad style is immensely strong
and immune to nearly any weapon
raw i'm gonna give it to you
raw like cocaine straight from bolivia
my hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
like the emancipation proclamation
weak mc's approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
i'm makin' devils cower to the caucus mountains
i set the microphone on fire
i come from the shaolin slum
is coming through with nuff niggas and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweating
you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
if you can't walk the walk
phony niggas are outlined in chalk
is what the projects made me
rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver driving
rough like timberland wear
and you're the landcruisers out there
all the niggas with bad looks
drug dealing styles in phat stacks
i've only been a good nigga for a minute though
'cause i got to get my props
i got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
lampin in a lexus eating beef
straight up and down don't even bother
i got forty niggas up in here now
my peoples are you with me
in the back killer-bees on attack
my people are you with me
smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
jacque cousteau could never get this low. i'm cherry bombing shits. boom
just warming up a little bit
rappinin is what's happening
keep the pockets stacked and then
at the party when i move my body
grab the microphone go straight to the phone
duh-duh-duh.enter the wu-tang zone
sure enough when i rock that stuff
guff puff? i'm gonna catch your bluff tough
kicking rhymes like jim kelly
or alex haley i'm a mi-.beetle bailey rhymes
niggas be coming to the hip-hop store
coming to buy grocery from me
trying to be a hip-hop mc
in order to enter the wu-tang
you must bring the ol' dirty bastard type slang
dirty hoe getting low with his flow
speaking of the devil psych
and you're i killed you in a past life
on the mic while you was kicking that fast shit
half mastered ass style mad ruff task
when i struck i had on timbs and a black mask
remember that shit? i know you don't remember jack
that night yo i was hitting like a spiked bat
and then you thought i was bugged out
nobody budge while i shot slugs
i'm running with thugs that flood mugs
so grab your eight plus one
start flipping and tripping
niggas is jetting i'm licking off son
homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
what justifies the homicide
in his own iniquity it's the
master of the mantis rapture coming at you
we have an apb on an mc killer
looks like the work of a master
evidence indicates that's it's stature
merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger
this technique attacks the immune system
disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim
you scream as it enters your bloodstream
erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
moving on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure - any motherfucking contender