1.260
Cat i got to take him off of here, that's right
I got to take him off of here
Cause there's only one, and that's me
You understand？ for all that fighting, you understand
That sucka think he good, that sucka think he can whoop me
And i know he can't whoop me, i...
Ay boy, the nigga whole style is chump
You understand？
Let me get mines first
Then after i get mines, you can do what you want to do...
Yeah, scandalous
Yeah miraculous, the arsonists
Yo, kicked down the door on the spot, 260
2l, i heard they had o's for sale
I heard the same shit, money drive a burgundy whip
Keep it low, faded licenses plates and great plate
Where's the cat from, think he's from new jerusalem
Pretty rick did his thing for him, but he was usin him
Power sun, jungle, physical, you know the god
He go with tim, the one who called lover of god
While equality sell, i know the master law now
It's time to get the god jewel and blow like mines
But on the iow i heard he got born original sin
Back in a drive-through kentucky fried shot up his ac
We got to get him dunn, aliens is snatchin our bread
U.f.o.'s movin in with bigger plans than fed, yo
Knock on daddy-o's door get the scope
He's not home, he took ishmael to park slope
There go the the dreads yo, swindle two bags of that stuff
That get you crashed out had you laid out like bums
Peace keana, what's up with your girlfriend wanda
She drive a green honda, with legs like jane fonda
I just left her, she took rashean to pathmark then
Jetted to canal to get her man some cloth
She said be back in ninety minutes, ghostface god forbid
She say, peace to w, who's watchin the kids？
Two hours later, scheamin like deniro in casino
Son better have more coke than al pacino
Keana ain't tellin no lies, last year she did a sting and a half
And tymeek bought her a aircraft
But anyway, yo, daddy-o home, we need the shotties nidow
When we get back, throw you a bit out
Later that night, stay mesmerized yo
Go get the green 5, meet you on the corner of marriot
You ready, you got the e＆j and the machete？
We goin upstairs, i hope one nigga is empty
We walked in, both of us, looked like terrorists
Masks on, second floor, dunn yo, i handle this
Kick in the crib, the whole shit looked graphical
Natural, fuckin a white bitch, actual
Fiends chanting, ＂do your thing chef, handle it＂
I shot him in the neck, it ricocheted and hit carolyn
Ran to the back analyzin, much disguisin
Surprise we comin and their eyes were tranquilized
And buggin, throwin her twin cousins at his nugget, fuck it
Meet shottie waddy slug body hobby
Where the drugs, where the ounces you be bouncin
Fake cats announcin on the block, you loungin
Where the blow at, i ain't got shit, stop frontin
(yo chef, throw the joint in his mouth, money'll start stuntin
Bitch, show that bit, before i push your wig back
Chef stop wavin that, show him where the paper at)
Come here valerie, you know the god he need a salary
Put down the pipe here's two tickets to a coke gallery
It's in the kitchen in the ceiling
(baby girl kept squealing
Only found a white block of cheese from new zealand
Ohhh shit! yo, yo where that shit at yo？
Yo chef, where that shit？ what？ what？ aiyyo...)
2.After The Smoke Is Clear
Intro：ghostface killah, the delphonics ()
(after the smoke is done) yo
Yeah (tang-o-phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what
(number one)
Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas
(after the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house
Whaddup, bench press these cats
(tang-o-phonics number one) yo
Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
Like keyon, got his wig pushed back,
Five-thirty
Yo they gotta hit
Placed on my head, what should the god do？
Max out in spain and do business with the jews
Never that
Them never look angry out of synch
The imperial, industrial king got weight
Don't give a fuck
Like the poor part, we watch heart to heart
They used to push me in shuffel cards
Now i'm writing books like ebinezzer
The porno teaser
Sayin words like sheeba
Educated rapper fouling the teaser
My team got rocks like six flags, plus the wu lab
Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags
Don't touch this
Cracklin hot shit
I snap ya shoulder blade in half,
Laugh, and pop shit
Reader's digest, passed my book to l. ron hubbard
Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it
But devils love it
Movie trap raps cover the tracks
Like ajax
Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientel
My cartel
Willie star passed,
Shit his piece, where's the nobel？
Oh, well,
Siginin off as usual,
The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell
Break： ghostface killah, the delphonics ()
(tang-o-phonics number one) yeah, yo, yo
Represent my projects stapelton (after the smoke is done)
He represent that project park hill (tang-o-phonics number one)
You represent that project murder west brighton now born
Arm bangin into that will (ahhhhh)
Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, stapelton
(tang-o-phonics and wu-tang still here)
Park hill, word up, yeah, yeah, new york
The greatest story ever told by me, precisely
Roman numeral i be
Plus three describe me
My son move like the toad
Get drunk
Speak in codes
Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
Got beef with the cold
Met my comrad
Go half on this lamp down in baghdad
Flippin like a mex tab
Get money like an a-rab
The type niggas snapped
Six legs on the crab
Now, hush, who wanna do what
My click better bust
Underprivileged,
Grew up in a stapelton house village,
Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage
When the water was flowin (tang-o-phonics number one)
I spot a fifty-five borough
A nigga was still flowin,
Voice was echoin
I rise high like an opera's
Procter wouldn't gamble
The sample, it shocked her
My ninjas run wilder than shaka zulu
Some play peace like donny the guru
Others live to be wise and old like desmond dutchu
Undisputed champion
Bell holders
Shape and mold us
Sole controler of the moon
I, solar and polar
I blow half smoke through my nasal
Bust my ways with thirty words
Wu-tang wasn't for children like
Cannibals raidin sicilians
Outro： the delphonics
After the smoke is done
Wu-tang-o-phonics number one
After the smoke is done
Wu-tang-o-phonics number one
After the smoke is clear
Tang-o-phonics and wu-tang still here
After the smoke is done
Wu-tang-o-phonics number one
Ahhhhh (wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)
3.All That I Got Is You
What dey gives you blood？
Three months man
Whatchu doin in here anyway？ you oughta be home with your momma
How old are you boy？
Thirteen
Thirteen？ damn, the bastards must be runnin outta niggaz to
arrest
Intro： ghostface
Yeah, ohh yeah, this goes out
To all the families that went through the struggle
Yeah, from the heart
It was from the heart, everything was real
And i'm so thankful i made it through
Verse one：
Yo, dwellin in the past, flashbacks when i was young
Whoever thought that i'd have a baby girl and three sons
I'm goin through this difficult stage i find it hard to believe
Why my old earth had so many seeds
But she's an old woman, and due to me i respect that
I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back
Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball
Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor
Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the tv
Rockin each others pants to school wasn't easy
We survived winters, snotty nosed with no coats
We kept it real, but the older brother still had jokes
Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six
I didn't know nuttin but mommy neatly packed his shit
She cried, and grandma held the family down
I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down
Check it, fifteen of us in a three bedroom apartment
Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there
Four in the bed, two at the foot, two at the head
I didn't like to sleep with jon-jon he peed the bed
Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box
Some shared the same spoon, watchin saturday cartoons
Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill
In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel
And there was days i had to go to tex house with a note
Stating ＂gloria can i borrow some food i'm dead broke＂
So embarrasin i couldn't stand to knock on they door
My friends might be laughin, i spent stamps in stores
Mommy where's the toilet paper, use the newspaper
Look ms. rose gave us a couch, she's the neighbor
Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats
Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it killed me
But i remember this, mom's would lick her finger tips
To wipe the cold out my eye before school wit her spit
Case worker had her runnin back to face to face
I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place
Sometimes i look up at the stars and analyze the sky
And ask myself was i meant to be here... why？
Yeah, yo
Chorus： mary j. blige
All that i got is you
And i'm so thankful i made it through
(repeat 4x)
Word up mommy, i love you
Word up
It was all you, word, you brought me in like this
Verse two： mary j. blige, poppa wu
I sit and think about
All the times we did without, yeah
I always said i woudn't cry
When i saw tears in your eyes
I understand that daddy's not here now
But some way or somehow, i will always be around, yeah
All things that i did from this to them
Oh from drugs to being there
Being down and out and i love you always
Yeah, you say
You see the universe, which consists of the sun moon and star
And them planets, that exist in my space
Like man woman and child
You understand？
We got to keep it real, and what reality and reality will keep
it real with us
I remember them good ol days
Because see, that's the child i was
What made me the man i am today
See cause if you forget where you come from, heheh
You're never gonna make it where you're goin, aheh
Because you lost the reality of yourself
So take one stroll through your mind
And see what you will find
And you'll see a whole universe all over again
And again and again and again and again
Heheheh, yeah heheheheh ahaheheheh
4.Assassination Day
(raekwon：what？ hey yo!)
There's no coke!
What？
You heard me you dumb fuck, there's no coke!
What the fuck do you mean, there's no coke？
I've been up and down this ship. i've been in every fuckin room!
There's gotta be coke!
There is nothing! nothing!
Huh, uh, uh, help please!
Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, help me! ＊gunshot＊
Intro two： master killer
It's assassi, it's assination day, i stalk...
It's assassination, i sta...
It's assassination day...
It's assassination day, i
Verse one： inspector deck
Ryzarector, madman, uh, uhh, yo, uhh
I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light
Invite the fight, we all die tonight
The life i lived, a 25 to life bid
Parole reneged, i stroll the globe fugitive
Cream is short, c-cypher power stalk plus the fiend talk
Three g's accost in supreme court
White lies and blackmail land me back in jail
We're all for sale, a stolen gold but it fail
Stranded on the front line, i shine to the dumb and blind
It comes time i take back what was once mine
Crunch time in the first quarter, from the worst slaughter
Devil's poisonin the birth water
The earth daughter rest her head on my chest
Through the struggle we cuddle under half-moon crest
While the press plant fear and exploit the gun blastin
Central broadcasting is shackling, nerves are unfastened, shhhh
Trapped in deep-water gaspin
I clash with the titans from my half on the action
Verse two： rza
I stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears
Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver
spears
You're bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
Devils still peeled it still they're living built tilted
Mc's upon their axis, their body has a tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
You can never master, it's invincible, wu-tang indispensabe
One nation under god, indivisible
With liberty and justice, the mike is in my clutches
Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches
Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to
swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable
Interchangable, caution flameable
My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles
And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal
Retrieve through your doors
Seep out like sweat through the pores
Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare
Verse three： raekwon
(assassination day)
First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a yukon
Don, spread it out like grey poupon
Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb
Action word, flowing like a blackbird
God came in, aimin like terry bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed god, his shit is smashed pah
You handle this just like algebra, ufo spot 'em like galaga
Hold on like bullet-proof acuras
You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high
Yo bobby, you hear how i'm shootin it like they blew top snow
You won't play me like your lady
Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby
Final destination haiti
Verse four： master killer
War is extremely serious and it saddens me
To have to take tings to deadly measures
And have you measured and shot for no pay
It's assassination day i stalk my enemy like prey
Tranked by deceptional sounds that deceives
And lures mc's to the lair
With a mic-like bait, then awaits to be bitten by greed
Temptation tempts my victim to proceed
Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
You'd rather pursue death than admit defeat
Now who's best to describe for what i specialize in
Murdereous rhymin, constantly in climbin
My mind spits with an enormous kickback
Your brain didn't absorb the impact
Disorderly conduct from the crowd is the feedback...
It's assassination day, i
It's assassination day
It's assassination day
It's assassination day, i stalk my enemy
It's assassination day, i stalk my enemy
5.Black Jesus
Raekwon：
Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me
I don't wanna here nuttin'
Word up, got to pay
Yeah, its like that right
Blow his back out, make his shoes work
Aye yo, this shit be off the knock it rock
Whatever cock block it
Cat get blown, who own this
Street corner,
Foreigner hesitate to rock a hummer
Navy seal top runner, rhyme this summer
For real, marinatin' nigga's skatin'
Debatin' waitin' style flowinly relatin'
Fine line switch it on ya like venetian blinds
The mission is mine, fabulous king i devine
Titanium hydro collado, yo dunn dunn polly dis conjunction
Son what, slang doctor, medicaid the kids pay it
Say if these niggas in affect dunn, stay rap related
Cassette rhymer, 5-g co-signer, line for liner
Poet designer, sharp like liners
Mic of the year award, fly gear award
Them niggas over there be analyzing for one sword
Get bent, pay the rent, plus still we invent
Nuff shit to get your whole team
Crazily sent
Now all i need is a half gallon of weed
Proceed, to bust as mike ditka made three seeds
Then max out like two ack's inside the parking lot
Son bark a lot and get seen hit in that dark a lot
What now blow, clickin' like a calico
Gold maxmillion, one love keep it real yo
Ghostface killah：
Yo, hit me for these tommy hill, ice rockin niggas
Peace, the summers mine, i blow the biggest
Back up off me, while i grab my dick and hold the heini
Park the blue 600, wally kings is right behind me
Tackle clubs, never rock lugz, i'm way above
This mic is like golden gloves verses spark plug
Its like the pennant, seminars the play-off
Start the j off like cochran got oj off
The specialist who eyeballed the mistress necklace
Perpetuous, this curly head kid's treturous
Leggo the eggo, so we can dip dip dive the gleego
Throwin' can-can, eat that plus this instrumental
Awwww shit say stark-aligist, starks-aligist
Fried fish halibut
Pull out the bull horn
And celebrate like kunta was born
We elbowed our way inside loud and got on
I played the building, burn a branch and get filled in
Like pilgrims g-in' pepridge farms from out a million
Who wanna rhyme？ who wanna challenge the swordsman？
That rock that fisherman hat like gorden's
U-god：
I hose down the place
No shots to the face
Elite special force no religion style faith
The meltin' pot boil gun shot drama soil
Gamble when i scramble handle hot pots of oil
Man handle brain killin' erect my hidden
Streets may be potent put your 9-6 bid in
Vampire curse disperse on each verse
Swim in black water, act slaughter through my earth
You're hit by my element great wall of china
Mountain peak hold the globe like vagina
Measure on my mic stand, molecule and strand
Finger rollin' rhythm ride the horse one hand
Golden eye, spy vs. spy, guilty of suspicion
Chess boxer, mic in dead body position
40 oz. ciga-art, three verse invented
Divine universal black man representin'
Similar the pure, rhyme blowin out the pore
Battery in the back, keep it charged for the raw
I'm bred type thorough, pistol lyro gun hero
Renaissance rebel shadow boxin your barrel
Fully woven beethoven, hit you on a humble
Hard enough to hurt you, chastise my rap styles
Lock down, for this curfew
6.Box In Hand
Intro：＊sung＊
Wu tang will survive, no no no-no no no
Wu tang will survive
Cause every time they flip a party
You know the party screams and shouts
Cause you... damn! aw, tc that was the bomb...
Get all my peoples,get all my peoples headphones
All of em
Lay em a death warrant
Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what
Let em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo
Verse one： raekwon
Blend wine, who want to win mine
Shorty get a ten-round for floatin
With the richest, huh
Flexed out, flinstone style
Your crimi-nal pen pal kidnapped loud, jetted the
Mosyin, posin for them niggaz up in poland
Rollin wax style museum, g 'em
Them richest niggaz bless this
Like russian cut vvs's
Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this
Them niggaz over there know, gazelle goggles
And them lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles (bottles)
Scenario rap, rap imperial, material (uh, yo yo, yo, yo)
Murderin' cats is like that real
Verse two： ghostface
Yo come do me somethin word to michelob peep the land rov'
Sleeper hold club faggots lay your dome on a stove
It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap
Dough got smaller famous team, walked up in photomat
Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown
Getaway driver, this white bitch from out of town
We love horse races shakin jakes and high-speed chases
Porno stations, drinkin violations, god relations
90 minute maxell tapes, instrumental breaks
Bangin earaches, lay my verse down in two takes
The speaker pops, the winchester rifle's in the kitchen
Murder the dj's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin
Interlude： raekwon
Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggaz, scrapin niggaz
Takin play from niggaz, hate fakin niggaz, yo you hear me？
The whole shit's like wrestling
What you dare me？ back the fuck up kid, we flexin
Verse three： method man
This rap shit bust yo' gums, and leave you stunned
Pull your plug, now you can't function
There's no to-tal or sum to this equa-tion, you fro-zen
Many may come but few are cho-sen
Pretty niggaz want to play the war po-sin
When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine
stolen
Do or die, it be i, meta-physical man
Holding court from my wu, indivisible clan
I see your thoughts and your hand reachin
It's getting deep in this mud
Cats heat seekin, for one blood
Nameless thugs with aimless slugs, shootin at these stank
bitches
Less he gon' bring this above, i make switches
From the lamp i grant three wishes
Johnny be parlayin, i blaze britches, then i roll
One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body
One hundred percent soul, individual
Assholes tend to run
From this plo extortion to the one
The next chamber, you fuckin with the star spangler
To the dawn's early light with this head-banger
Boogie, represent this shit fully
Like i'm constantly at war with the town bully
Who want that pressure, about to get smacked silly
Like a fat bitch in spandex, free willy!
We on some milli, check the joint, engine number nine
Niggaz wastin time worryin about me and mine
Get your own shit
7.Camay
Intro：ghostface (sample is teddy pendergrass)
happenin
(smokin？) yeah.
＊cappadon＊ you know how we do!
Verse one： raekwon the chef
Yo, what's the deal goldielochs？
Ain't buttin i'm just hibernatin love that watch
Pour me some scotch and cold courvesoir out
No doubt, have a chair boo lets get to prolly in
Who you wit？ me and molly and some trick from yugoslavia
What fabric is that？ it's only woolen rayon
Lipstick crayon fly, vere on ice spray on
I'm gettin tipsy, i hope she read cocks like a gypsy
And transport bricks steal in many fifties
Fuck negociatin is you wit me is you waitin
Sweet as carrot cake, fakin plus you don't eat turkey bacon
I don't get down like that, i don't get down neither
Cuban linx skeezer, why you actin like a rap teaser
I'm like the jury exchanged plus arranged
Nigga you small change i only fuck with figaro chains
Analyzin miss clairol, fendi down mascara on
Assistant manager in paragon
Chorus： teddy pendergrass
Say goodbye...
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Love was never born...
Verse two： cappadonna
Socializin, vibin with my eyes on dot
She this book cover lady that be blowin up the spot
While my heart was racin, like the hands on the clock
I step live i think she see me puttin out the pot
Peace dot, i'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous
How's life today your hands are softer than camay
Too your hairdo way more class than halle berry
Caught visions of me and you ridin on the ferry
Plus your daughter kiki talk to my man merry
I order me a sex on the beach with the cherry
I order her a vermidi on ice, sounds nice
She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, inteligent
Whispered in my ear that she's celibate
Whispered back to her ear we don't have to go there
As i grab the hand set her politely in the chair
As we stopped to stare at one another
Black sister, the brother
I'm thinkin all the time how she could be my lover
Chorus： teddy pendergrass
Just another helpless
Fool in love is what i am
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Love was never born to say, goodbye
Just another helpless
Fool in love is what i...
Verse three： ghostface killah
What's happenin brown sugar？ say you look so good today
Ankle bracelet rapt around your leg
Here have a seat, complementary drinks is on me
Bartender chevalier chateaux at table three
Luxurious rings, eyes sparkling
What's your name sugar？ juanita cash hawkins
Your complexion gives a reflection of
Sometime a black woman just need to be loved
Quiet and shy, baby girl my gift got you high
Made you wanna hit me with the keys to that file
Just jokin baby, i have a sharp sense of humor
Wish i woulda bumped into your frame a lot sooner
What's your physical degree, thirty one, thirty three
Half hawaiian with a slight touch of chinese
Seen you workin at a law firm, on fifth avenue
Three blocks from the gucci spot is where i trapped you
Yo, i'm all into older woman, who's happy livin
Love kids and, keep all up and this in the crib and
Not afraid to doubt need a god on your side
We holdin hands til death do us apart and then we slide
Earring in the left side of your nose love my combo
Should have left wizard thousand times maybe tonight though
But you sexy mothafucka damn whats the recipe
You make a nigga wanna god damn
Can you cook darlin, at the stove you're revolvin
Bake macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga starvin
Here take my number let me pull the chair from under
I had fun plus your backyard speak with thunder
Chorus： teddy pendergrass
Love was never born to say, goodbye (5x)
Just another helpless fool in love is what i am (repeat to fade)
8.Daytona 500
We are the g, o-d's
And we came to rock, the spot
Like ironman starks
They be the illest mc's, in the world today
Cappa raekwon and the r-z-a
So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down your beers
Cause you could never fuck with wu-tang killer beez...
Verse one： raekwon the chef
Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street astrologists
Light up the mic god, knowledge this
Fly joints that carried your points
Corolla motorola holder
Play it god, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Rapel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like drake
Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit
It's the same style, rza trainable, jump the turnstyle
On the alley tried to challenge god for the new vials
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
The mac-10 flex white cats like windex
Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts
The wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
Layin with my bitches and my mans in lex lands
We losin em, jet to the stash and now jerusalem
Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock polar
Roll with the older god, build with the son and the star
Chorus：
All these mc's start realizing
That ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
The wu is here to bring, you shaolin's finest
But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us
Verse two： ghostface killer
Mercury raps is roughed then god just shown like taps
Red and white wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes
Voice be metal like von harper radio bubble
Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings
Body chemical cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
I slapbox with jesus, lick shots at joseph
Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's rolex, with sparkles, chef ragtop is spotless
I'm iron man no cheap cash metal i'm steel alloy
True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostling these cats while little j be deli-ing
Sip irish moss out of widelians
Chorus
Verse three： cappadonna
Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
My gold plate, my slang kills
My benz spills, whattup lils
Murder one dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who back home son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the gods build, pull up the grill
Check out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang
Sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter
Spoil the rotten don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot
Get yourself shot
Chorus
9.Fish
Interlude-
(, you know they're killers themselves,people die
For them. you know, guys that i fooled with were killers
themselvesWant it？, how you want it？ stop that!, stop that!＞
These are the men who lead the crime families of america. i
control 26,000
Men. except for dope, we operate in all aspects of organized
crime. and if
There's one thing i'm sure of, it's that drugs destroy your
mind. and destroy
Your home. in the end it'll only lead our country into
ruin).....
Ghostface killah-
We eat fish, tossed salads and make rap ballads
The biochemical slang lord'll throw the arrows in the dope fiend
Vocal chords switch laser beams my triple sevens
Broke the slot machines out in queens, grey poupon is rebel on
rap
Smack on, swing like batons, most want niggas smoked like
hilshire farms
Check the gun we sew, underneath my shoe lies the tap
That attract bow-legged bitches with wide horse gaps
In steel mills iron he'll smoke the blow on duns
You run heroins, primatine mist is afraid of my lungs
Turn my channel, it'll blow your whole bench off the panel
Like 80 roman candles that backfired then slammed you
Every day is like a video shoot, check this shit
I take you back to playboy, stash guns and whips
Picture afro, big shish-ka-bobs and daishikis
1000 civil marched blazed their fists in early sixties
Cappadonna-
Now check this one, you must have been stupid to miss this one
'donna shogunnin' flip a ton of fashion
Destination be the cash when i step past one
Don't make me blast one, i'm cold like eskimo flow
Cappadonna stay chillin' take shots of penicillin
Clean out and let the steam out, she fiend to blow out
But i'm equipped with mad white, morris the rap got nine lives
I'll take a few hundred-thousand dollar dives
And then i still never go down
Until the last round i shine,
When rza do his thing motherfucka, i'ma do mine
Raekwon-
Now, where i come from cats be carryin' marryin' drug money
Fuck up your wife, get four to life, claim we handling
Midtown niggers scramblin', moving examine the fly shit
Plus quick to buy shit chef, yeah, you know the whole gods
Asterick, fidel castro suits plus depositin' cash rule big time
Play it like canadian wine, rza 's the rhyme now, the sacredness
of
One's true mind now let's get colorful like money green
High roller coaster, sosa, million dollar nigger roaster
Yeah, god, be havin' my whole steez laced
Now let's wrap our tapes, connect dots
Aim glocks train style, figaro fly jewel
Tri-color cubans swervin we'll pow with germans in suburbans
24 niggas with vests's on, my own restaurant
Dons sendin' my sons membership forms
They still gettin' this paper scraper
Fake haters from jamaica, wizards be passin like lakers
And if you comin' from lex, lewis, rich liberace
Fetus style and block your goals like hockey....
10.Iron Maiden
[what you doin' on our turf, punk？
Got a message for smokey.
Give it.
You smokey, man？
Give it!
If you ain't smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message
Motherfucker, i said gimme the message!
It's from willie, in the slam.
Nigga, you been busted？
Yeah, the man picked me up.
Well, i ain't got no fuckin' time to play witchu! now gimme the
message.
Willie's in warwick, doin' 1-3. told me to tell y'all
motherfuckers to
Keep cool. he be out one way or another. quick. maybe i could
stick
Around for awhile.
Naw, that's out, man. you know？ what can we, the lords, do with
a punk like
You？
Kiss my ass, motherfucker! (burn 'em) just me and you,
motherfucker, just
Me and you. i put trademarks around your fuckin' eye!]
[yeah, no doubt, no doubt, this wally champ cat. yeah, it's on
this one]
Raekwon：
Yo, gambino niggas who swipe theirs
Deluxe rap cavaliers
Midgets who steal beers, give 'em theirs
Chorus： raekwon
Sit back jollyin'
My team be gamin' like three card rolly an'
Drug somalians pollyin'
Verse one： raekwon
Many raps they crochetin'
Ay yo iron, these niggas portrayin'
But haven't been payin'
For real, slide on these niggas like flesh fear
Caesar fade style, usually tough grenade
Throw a blade, fuck gettin' laid
Guzzle this shit like gatorade
Big-dick wallies have never half-suede
Connectin' with the hot style is done
Light up a chalis
I run with nuttin' but the wildest, foulest
Come on now, long-dick style
Niggas on the hit out, ay yo iron bite my shit out
Eventually, bust a rap gun mentally
Been doin' this century kid, just meant to be
Get on your knees and bless me with a gem in the caribbean
Skiin' off by p.m.
Snatch canadian cream with scandinavians
Fellatium style, play it like thirty-two arabians
The greatest lesson is don't owe, you might get stole on
When i go bury me wit valow on
[they come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first.
then after i
Get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. fuck 'em up bad]
Verse two： ghostface
'sho 'nuff, hit the bank and thrust
Cool nauticas jamie summer got trained on the tour bus
We upgrade, swallow raw eggs, read the label
Hittin' white-label, left the winnebago unstable
Smooth sailin', walked in, my earth started kneelin'
Started stealin', i'm too ill, see we're bellin' at the parlay
Kicked up, mack, max motion
Michael bolton magazine call, i'm too potent
Louisville mix pain kill rap, fuck benadryl
The violin in 'knowledge god' sounded ill
Tremendously obnoxious, no blotches
My telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless
Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
Me and my girl'll run like luke and laura
We sit back on malayan islands
Sippin' mix drinks out of boat coconut bowls, we whylin'
(break) raekwon：
Sit back jollyin', uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh, sit back jollyin'
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
(chorus) x 2
Sit back
Verse three： cappadonna
Deep meditation sound orientated, war the blizzard
Rap para-medical the wizard
Cappadonna, never caterin' to none
My microphone and three verse weigh a ton of slaughter
You oughta five thousand back across the water
My laboratory story keep me flowin' with the glory
Acapella or deep dirty instrumental
I could blow the sky like the stormy wind blew
One gallon of whylin', park hill profilin'
I cut your face up rough fifty sure while you're smilin'
For violatin' my position,
I leave you smoked like a crackhead on a mission
Two tokes of mic dope, one stroke of elegance
Rated like the movie graphic told intelligence
Person to person, it'd be hard for you to take a trophy
You better off to get somebody out to try to smoke me
'cause i'm p-l-o t-k-o every day
Dancehall general, party fanatic colonel
Cappadonna son'a old school just go infernal
Veteran for rappin' with the new set of rule of hard rappin'
Ninety-six jive, i keep the live crowd clappin'
When i bow, all praises due to staten isle
I spark the mic and shaolin spark the methtical
Every evenin', i have a by myself meetin'
Thinkin' who's gonna be the next to catch a beatin'
From my mental slangin', bitchin' rap twist the point of warfare
I brutalize, all competition catch ill hair
Chance him, that's what they said, threw up a ransom
I jacked it, stripped the beat naked and packed it
Gimme my rewards
[the way i, the way i wanna get 'em. i want 'em gotten. i want
'em layin'
Out. i want 'em gotten. 'cause niggas need to be gotten. he need
to be
Taken off of here. that's right.]
11.Marvel
Reason why ain't got nuttin to do with nuttin
We back up in this joint! what？
Check the fly shit... yeah
Don't black out on me
Verse one： ghostface
Yo, black man watch out, she salt-water trout
Al deuce dug her back out, inside the dugout
Heard the pussy was good, big niggaz fell victim
Mentally stripped em one god turned christian
She know magic, soakin wet pussy on the matress
Skin like cleopatra's, the leading actress
She been fuckin since we went to fourteen, look at miss thing
With a ponytail kept a jar of vasoline
She's a big girl now, with a body that growl
Likewise murder trial, smile attract crowds
Most niggaz, would light the lord over this broad
Big niggaz in they drawers pose one knee on the floor
Little kids daydream of humping wildflower
Hanna barbera faint i'm riding no rivera
Verse two： rza
Fat-ass whips big asses, colorful lips
Wide hips, baller kits, chrome dipped wearing
Blue kicks, plus jeans boomin beats
Loud horn beeps, crowded streets, the fusion yo
The heat is on, never too black or too strong
In one hour wu-tang clan is about to perform
Police barricade, sidewalk crowded like parades
The arena now present, de event of the decade
Long braids and fades, baldheads, spangle waves
Extensions, nails friday, just got paid
Headliner or marquee is the prime time rhyme crime family
That shines godly light
Upon this hip-hop artform, yo dunn
We can't be measured by no chart, the god brung
Never bust premature for sure
You want it raw, let me plant my dynamite bitch
Deep inside your core, the explosion stops the menstration
Causes stomach inflation
Patiently waiting nine months for deportation
Of the earth from the moon, black woman stay in tune
Yo god, let me pour y'all the science about the womb
It's a black hole for those who lose control
Fertile soil before you are wise
And spoiled many men and took many lives
And all you brothers changed sides
Only worth a decimal compared to those who died inside
12.Motherless Child ＊
＊ originally appear on the sunset park soundtrack
(yo yo guzzlin forties, let's get it on fella, no doubt)
The wiley wu-tang comes back, iron man strikes back
(lou diamonds, tony starks) raid your whole empire
No doubt!
Verse one： raekwon the chef, aka lou diamonds
Rich man, poor man, read the headlines
Nigga getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes
Jobs and drug wars
Living by gun law
Jailcats come home and want to take yours
As the young one, growing up broke me and my people
As the self, huh, i guess we all in the same boat
Think it, plus drinkin that 90-proof
Playin' on the roof sayin'
We need a next man to shoot...
Verse two： ghostface killer, aka tony starks
Yo, i know a rich kid, who got hit for three bricks
Showin off his 850 plus, what a nice whip
Young blood guzzlin' fourties hussled in a rain
Old earth, shootin' dope in her veins
He never had it all, the kid loved basketball
Had a favorite song, ＂i miss you＂ written by aaron hall
Now back to the original, neighborhood, criminals
Clocking dollars, by the hour like his digital
Styrofoam silencers, he rolled around with the
Wildest niggaz peeling caps known as the islanders
From staten, where crazy clips be clappin
Slept in his principal spreads, threads, made of satin
Labeled as the cow he had crazy beef
Seen him at the flicks, he pulled out on duke, hez and latief
But he fucked up, he shoulda kept it real and went for kill
Cuz if he don't, these niggaz with black barrels will
But, shit will never calm down, one day downtown
He dropped an ounce off
Money had slept like a nightgown
He rolled up in the albee square, relax like he lived in there
Two kids was beamin him, them niggaz from the movie theatre
One had all guess on, lookin like he had a vest on
The other felly pell tucked with a firearm
Movin slow, baseball hats, crazy down low
Word life god, this bull kag nigga gotta go
Oh shit! bookhead, just bought a 5, g headed king tudpea
About the size of little maurice
We got to get up baby, no cousin, count to ten
I'm runnin in my first instance, is to return em the time is now
Warfare and pull delf
Remember me, the nigga from the ua and you pulled out
Don't move don't even flinch
Fix em up, drop the head, don't want to get blood in the tux
He burped, i shot him, bitch screamed out i'm robbin him
Had to hit him ten more times make sure i got him
Told the owner lay on the floor, shake the comedy
Randy came out wacked out with a half a shotty
I laughed, grab the king tud head and the cash
Then he shot my man in the ass and broke mega glass
Damn, had to go out with a blast
I shot my way up out of the albee fast
Oh shit, what the fuck？
This shit is horrible.
13.Poisonous Darts ＊
＊ also known as water technique
＂let's see you try the water technique! hai! ha, ha!
(sounds of fists and a whoosh of air followed by a punch)
The sky is high, the cloud is low
But my water technique is hard to think
That the earth, can absorb water, hai! hai!＂
Yeah... word up... gotta zip my coat
Yeah...
＂the sky is high, the cloud is low＂ (fuck him)
＂but my water technique is hard to think＂ (yeah, check the live
shit)
＂that the earth, can absorb water, hai! hai!＂ (uhh)
Verse one： ghostface
What the fuck i got the moonshine, word to god let's get it on
Clap your heels two times, grab the magic wand
Nameless, these stonewashed cats leave him brainless
Showin out of this world, stranded on uranus
With coke and a dollar bill stems and crack capsules
Take a blast fool but we trap up crews it's natural
Like soybean, burn like a laser beam
My vaccine i shoot it firm and it connects like sideburns
The segment, rare fragment comes together
Like magnets, attract heads capture like dragnet
Goin through mad phases, of all ages
Killa beez locked the fuck up behind cages
The genovese swallow this line and caught a freeze
Press call id for me to quote more degrees
The fortune teller tucker sleepin gas umbrella
A war where they're gunnin in the back of armanbella
Now who, don't believe that cash must rule
I don't eat beef, i slap blood out of purdue
Keep a wallace mic, mics on strike the session
It's over, i file this and glow like flourescent
＊raekwon sings some shit over water technique samples＊
Verse two： ghostface
Yo yo, methods of blow like snow constant cashflow
Rockin a shaft afro, tony got mad glow
With hoes, mega powder drippin from they nose
Fuckin jet magazine bitches with, wild pussy pose
Send em for the whole night, daily venom horror snake bites
Only built 4 cuban link kings who shoot dice
Holdin money that's convertable, beds with feathered bags
With the mongoose your man's got two seeds down in bagdad
You onionhead niggaz spread out and parlay
Yo rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays
I pull stings like, guitar strings down in spain
I'm so hyped jakes label god ＂crack cocaine＂
Why equality self god, yeah yeah you know it kid
Ricki fucked up, and g-pac, blow his wig
He's rockin wu wear, the latest in fleece uniform
He's a newborn, look at money swearin like he's on
But anyway back to furry kangols jamaican wallabees
My back is on the wall, bombin devils with trick-knowledgy
My heart is cold like russia, got jerked at the source awards
Next year two hundred niggaz comin with swords!
14.The Faster Blade
Raekwon：
[yaknowhatimsayin'？ you on the corners and shit. ya know？ just
gotta be on
Something. hands down shit. yaknowhatimean？ just keepin' ya eyes
and ears open
At all times while we rhyme and shine. for my dedicated niggas
who love this
Shit. doin' this like this. word up. what's the phenomenon？
carry on don.
Tranquilizin'.]
Verse one： raekwon
Ay yo, movin' on these niggas like they old soul, bro
You know how we go, we go shift 'em out like paleco
Fine, proteges off top connectin' like a buildin'
Four dollar whylin' niggas buildin', savin' the children
Come on now, check out the view like a oceanfront
Slow motion in cunt, takin' what we want
You know a kid asiatic, holdin' power like a craftmatic
You like your fish fried or battered, that day he ratted
Check out the movies from guyana, just eatin' in atlanta
Makin' some pirate moves out of savannah
Yeah, rock them niggas like jewelry
Arabics movin' blow like aerobics
That's when his nose itch, yeah
That means it's all in effect
I'm hittin' you, i'm hittin' buddha
Island bermuda, send that twenty-shot ruger
Continue to slam and mend you like a venue
Get all up in you, oh yeah your friend too, respect wu
Yeah, keep the faggot niggas watery
Rhyme for rich niggas who supported me, shorty pussy extorted me
So it's a science now, rza, cuttin' they pockets like scissors
Cindafella found him a wally slipper
Splashin' ends in the glass benz in nevada
Flashin' gems, eight-and-a-half tim state robber
All my life been on some foul shit besides kidnap a child shit
Get on some foul and proud shit
Cheatin' many koreans bein' all that i can be an'
Put down on thirty keys an' get to fleein'
Light up a tree an'
Don't be breezin' like a blowdryer
Yo, you's a liar like jeremiah gamin' on the flyer
Yo, but buryin' niggas is carryin'
Thug drug marryin', hittin' marion off at the clarion
All my spanish niggas love us
We movin' like rush ya, bone crush ya
At the flick, stick to usher
Broke niggas, spot 'em like cascade
In the street masquerade
Faster blade
15.The Soul Controller
Intro：the force md's
Whoaahhhoahhh, oahhhohhhhh
It's been a long, long
A long time coming
A change gon' come
Verse one： ghostface
Yo, yo these streets got me backed down how can i escape？
How can i survive without bubblin weight？
It's prepared for the stand off, once you hand off
That white rock, and then give birth to a knot
Your biggest dream was to rock your 850 and beam
You and the gods buy a crib in the white part of queens
But at the same time, niggaz on the block is ill
Some'll rock you to sleep, hap, for selling cross pills
Being watched all day like enemy's prey
Faces, you never seen before is in your hallway
Brothers you knew for years is mad pussy and scared
Back in the days u.f.o.'s couldn't walk up in here
It's time to motor, travel like a foul order
Clear my head, stay sober, the soul controller
Chorus： the force md's
Oahhhh, it's been a long, long
A long time coming
A change gon' come
Oh, yes it will
Said i'm too, tired of livin
But i'm, but i'm afraid to die
Cause i don't know what's up there
In that great big ol' sky
Verse two： ghostface
Sink deep into the fog, big buffalo large
Taj mahal just got banged, shanked for eighty dollars
It's hard to keep up, with these key-ons, that smoke dust
In the u.s. mint they want to rock the place and call the rush
All these shameless niggaz armed with cherry-red bally's
On the twenty-fifth, everybody rich is gettin married
Killed for power beans, your brother own schools in medina
Vaseline lips is cracked cause they all had dreams
They overdue, these gods own a mosque in peru
Tropical trees and weaves where they grew bamboo
Olympic minds quick flash like a leak on
A hundred shares short to own nissan, watch em get they feast on
Royal blue lies inside the eyes of heaven
Curse the head, who speak foul and jinx number seven (seven)
Clear my head and stay sober, the soul controller...
(stay sober, the soul controller)
Chorus： the force md's
Oahhh, been a long time comin
Oh yeah
A change gon' come
Woooaahh, yes it will
Verse three： ghostface
Yo, yo we sit and play the wall like nine super heroes
Late for the man choose and hit socks and stereos
The kid's nice, warnin you twice, run your garmets
Jet to providence, switch up and back down your parliament
Ironman is laced with a plate inside the dome piece
Go off in airports, biographies, prophecies
Watch me set it, real key-ons hold down the desert
And walk with a famous name like supreme magnetic
Carbon copy, i love my car, it's near choppy
Melachi off the funky pain with the wax poppy on instrumentals
Niggaz get lost like s.s. minnows
Turned out like rentals, keep gold around the denim
Outro part one： the force md's
A change gon come
Yes it will
It's been a long, long
A long time coming
A change gon come
Wooo, yes it will
Said i'm so
Tired of living
But i'm, but i'm afraid to die
Cause i don't know what's up there
In that great, big ol sky
Oh my, oh my, oh my
It's been a long, long time
A long time coming
Change gonna come
Wooo, yes it will
Sorry boys,
All the stitches in the world can't sew me together again
Lay down, lay down
Gonna stretch me out in fernandez funeral home on hun and ninth
street
Always knew i'd make a stop there
But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought
Last of the mohicans
Well, maybe not the last
Can't come with me on this trip, loaf
Gettin the shakes now
Last call for drinks
Bar's closin down
Sun's out
Where we goin for breakfast？
Don't wanna go far
Rough night
Tired, baby
Tired...
Greatest trick the devil ever pulled
Was convincing the world he didn't exist
And like that, he's gone
16.Wildflower
That was the best fuckin i ever had.
That's because you been dealin with dasheese
You gotta leave？ where you goin sugar？
I got business to take care of
Shit that's my old man, shit!
Ya better go talk to him
I'm mind shockin, body rockin, earth shakin, money makin
Sittin high, lookin fly, drinkin on the best wine...
Yo bitch i fucked your friend, yeah you stank hoe
I seen her on the elevator, honey grabbed my kangol
She put me on to mega-shit, bout to slap the bitch
She shot crazy verbal, i leaned back like i'm rich
It took place late night on february 17th
Hands flooded like ink, my face on her magazine
Just got back from honolulu, pockets stackin boucoup cash
Girlfriend sipped the yoo-hoo and laughed, yo
While i was on tour, whore, you went to work
Quick fast, had a nigga dick in the dirt
You couldn't wait just to kidnap the bait of my sperm
Where's you at, hoe？ 'pinky house, she put in my perm'
That's all you ever said to me, thought that could hold me
Remember when i long-dicked you and broke your ovary？
You crab bitch, chickenhead hoe, eatin' heros
I'm the first nigga that had you watchin flicks by deniro
You gained crazy points, baby, just bein with god
Taught you how to eat the right foods, fast, and don't eat lard
I gave you earth lessons, i came to you as a blessin
You didn't do the knowledge what the god was manifestin
You sneaky fuck bitch, your ways and actions told it all
I fucked you while you was bleedin, held you down in malls
Sexually you worshipped my di-dick like a cross
I had you fiend out, broke out, for a month you fell off
You was my main shit, my peeps showed you love on the strength
You saw how i got down, the way i thought had you tranked
But you had to fuck this rasta-head ass nigga
I shoulda slapped ya but the gods said chilllllllll
That's your wiz fault, god, handle that in the lab＂
I'm wonderin how many times your hot ass got stabbed
You dumb bitch, horny hot fuck from out the mountains
Your clientele is low hoe, catch you next show, bro
I got jerked, gave away my pussy, that shit hurt
It feel like somebody died or shot your old earth
But fuck it, i fucked you on a chair with three legs
Broken tables, had you screamin while you was bitin on my cables
Whistlin to the washing machine, i threw it on spin
If your pussy dry, spit on my dick and put it in
My dick's the bomb baby, marvelous hot steak
Plus i'm conceited starks make the biggest so-called rape
I'm god, cipher divine love my pussy real fine
That means clean the fds smell with a shine
Word up, respect that hoe
17.Winter Warz
＊ originally appeared on the don't be a menace soundtrack
Intro：method man
It's on...
(where your sparkle at kid)
Ryzarector
Break： raekwon the chef
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 (and plus the cold war)
Verse one： u-god
This rhyme you digest through the rza console
Ask why i slam, non-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(ious) hand held 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
Break： (first two lines)
Verse two： ghostface killer
More than 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, slides and attacks like a vulture
Ghostface and madison square is on your poster
Break
Verse three： masta killa
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
That throws more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy shows, it was a shaolin blow
Put on by my family brought to the academy
Of the wu and learned how to
Fuck up your 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 mentail
Devils worship this like an icon
They're huggin mics with the grips of a python
Break
Verse four： cappadonna (cappachino)
You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting
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 niggaz, beware of the fearsome
Lebanon don, malcolm x beat threat
Cd massacre, murder to casette
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothin yet
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me i'm comin
Into your chamber like freddy enter dreams
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 because 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 can 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 blown out the car
And run 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 abbot
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
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