winter warz

it's on. where your sparkle at kid?

ryzarector. yes the shit is raw

comin at your door

start to scream out loud

wu-tang's back for more

yes the hour's four

i told you before

prepare for mic fights

this rhyme you digest through the rza console

ask why i slam nine diagram pole

raekwon dropped the bomb

hunchback

norte dame

golden arms is bronze

buddah palm hit qu'ran

it blows extreme

mean stream be the theme

supreme team

america's cream team

redeemed

vidal sassoon

chrome tones hear the moans of al capone

gun pow to the dome

and split the bone

wig blown off the ledge

by the alledged

full-fledged

sledge rza edge

one dose of my feroc handheld trigga cuts

acapella spittin shell paralyzed when you get touched

and critical mic cords

hangin like umbilical

cords

dope swords

five star general

raw be the quote rap style sore throat

through the fully operational

hand held tote mm-hmm

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more than a thousand times one

snatch up my styles get done

i hold a title

enhanced how my belt was won

check it

slick majestic

broke mics are left infected

germs start to spread through your crew

drew like an epic

you asked for it

shot up the jams like syringes

my technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges

masked avenger

i appear to blow your ear like wind

with a freestyle

sharper than the indian spear

so sit back and let the king explore

describe me

the kid's nice and he holds swords

and his name

black attack's the nerve like migraines

with more games than beggars on trains

livid sharp pains

poisonous rebel like deck

you can't destroy this

you get ambushed

skate

try to avoid this

side effects of

hot raps and hot tracks

a duffle bag full of guns son

dipped in black

my culture

glides and attacks just like a vulture

ghostface in madison square is on your poster

be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect

that fills more body bags than apartments in projects

and as far as the coroners know

the autopsy show

it was a shaolin blow

put on by my family brought to the academy

of the wu and learned how to

fuck up yo' anatomy

steadily

calm and deadly

spatter-head lyrics i lick through your transmit

mc's submit to the will as i kill your

juvenile freestyle

civilize the men-tal

devils worship this like an icon

bear-huggin mics with the grips of a python

you heard of the rasp before but kept waitin

for the sun of song

i keep dancehalls strong

beats never worthy of my cause

i prolong

extravangza

time sits still

no propoganda

be wary of the skill

as i bring forth the music

make love to your eardrum

dedicated to rap nigga beware of the fearsome

lebanon don

malcolm x beat threat

cd massacre

murder to cassette

i blow the shop up

you ain't seen nuttin yet

one man ran

tryin to get away from it

put your bifocal on

watch me a-cometh

into your chamber like freddy enter dream

discombumberate your technique and your scheme

four course applause

like a black dat to dat

you're stuck on stupid like i'm stuck on the map

nowhere to go except next show bro

entertainin motherfuckers can't stop o

in battlin

you don't want me to start tattlin

all upon the stage cause y'all snakes keep rattlin

bitch

you ain't got nothin on the rich

every other day my whole dress code switch

so just in case you want to clock me like sherry

all y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry

can't get a nigga like don dime a dozen

even if i'm smoked out i can't be scoped out

i'm too ill

i represent park hill

see my face on the twenty dollar bill

cash it in

and get ten dollars back

the fat lp with cappachino on the wax

pass it in your think

put valve up to twelve

put all the other lp's back on the shelf

and smoke a blunt

and dial 9-1-7

1-6-0-4-9-3-11

and you could get long dick hip-hop affection

i damage any mc who step in my direction

i'm staten island's best son fuck what you heard

niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd

my repotoire

is u.s.s.r. p.l.o. style got thrown out the car

and ran over

by the method man jeep

divine can't define my style is so deep

like pussy

my low cut fade stay bushy

like a porcupine

i part backs like a spine

cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design

i know you want to diss me

but i can read your mind

cuz you weak in the knees

like swv

tryin to get a title like wu killa bee

kid change your habit

you know i'm friends with the abbott

me and rza ridin name printed in the tablet

under vets

we paid our debts for mad years

hibernate the sound

and now we out like beers

and blunt power

born physically power speakin

the truth in the song be the pro-black teachin