I know you want to diss me, but I can read your mind
Devils worship this like an icon
Cords, dope swords, five star general
Through the fully operational, hand held tote
Juvenile freestyle, civilize the mentail
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
And ran over, by the Method Man jeep
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
(And plus the cold war)
My culture, slides and attacks like a vulture
Bitch, you ain't got nothin' on the rich
Put on by my family brought to the academy
That throws more body bags than apartments in projects
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
MC's submit to the will as I kill your
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed when you get touched
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen
Four course applause, like a black dat to dat
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard
Entertainin' motherfuckers can't stop O
I damage any MC who step in my direction
In battlin', you don't want me to start tattlin'
Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind
Ghostface and Madison Square is on your poster
I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your transmit
Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome
You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this
CD massacre, murder to casette
No propaganda, be wary of the skill
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame
Prepare for mic fights
And his name, black attack's the nerve like migraines
Put your bifocal on, watch me I'm comin'
Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA edge
Discombumberate your technique and your scheme
Yes, the hour's four, I told you before
So sit back and let the king explore
It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme
'Cuz you weak in the knees like SWV
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
This rhyme you digest through the RZA console
My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum
They're huggin mics with the grips of a python
like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Gun POW to the dome
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd
And split the bone, wig blown off the ledge
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattlin'
Yes, the hour's four, I told you before
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong, extravaganza, time sits still
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Me and RZA ridin name printed in the tablet
Ask why I slam, non-diagram pole
And critical, mic cords, hangin' like umbilical
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear
Be on the lookout for this mass murderous suspect
Slick majestic, broke mics are left infected
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy this
Every other day my whole dress code switch
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
And as far as the coroners know
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothin' yet
Fuck up your anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
Put all the other LP's back on the shelf
Tryin' to get a title like Wu Killa Bee
Hibernate the sound, and now we out like beers
Raw be the quote rap style sore throat
With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
P.L.O. style got blown out the car
(And plus the cold war)
And you can long dick hip-hop affection
Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Of the Wu and learned how to
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve
Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
My repotoire is U.S.S.R.
The fat LP with Cappachino on the wax
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat
Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
You asked for it, shot up the jams like syringes
I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
One dose of my feroc hand held trigga cuts
Supreme team, America's CREAM team, redeemed
Ryzarector
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbot
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit Qu'ran
The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin blow
More than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done
For the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your door
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
Prepare for mic fights
And blunt power, born physically power speakin'
See my face on the twenty dollar bill
You heard of the rasp before but kept waiting
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an epic
