This is God school, make sure the lobby ain't jammed up
Aiyyo, we came through thumping like elephants
So when you see me, you gon' say he gets down
Duck when the axe is swinging, wild Apache drum
He ain't flexing, microphone ripping, heat holding
Neck burning from eight karats of sunlight
It's on again man, for real man, Top Gun, what what?
To rip something down, The Billboard holders is back
Is he still that nucca? Is he in the hood like that?
True holding my flag, it's all engraved in my blade
Get you on the floor, whore tried to double team
With torture, from moving with work that's restricted
Who testing? Rope-a-dope his black Lotus
The new Range is supercharged, I remains intelligent
Her big booty cousin, nasty Nadine
Can't tell 'em nothing, he grown, give the man room
Polo campus, sicker lances, the crisp
Can't quote this, chat with the sword tongue
Lord of the Wu-Tang sword, know what that means?
Back to the formula, Lord, hard grammar
With explosiveness that'll make the deaf listen
That had started in the lobby and was quickly fashioned
Shorty try to buck back and knock me off the saddle
Word up, man, y'all know what it is
Down the dangerous slopes of an active volcano
We criticize producers 'til they joints are right
And we resonate, energy that shifts in colors
Duck low behind the car, my tech burning
This is my man, Chef, auto, like Grand Theft Auto
Absorbed, in the grill Big Pun like
Voice, heat seek missile, guided at the listener
Plump breasts, was filled with saline
The meter leave way on the fast break, I run with it
Hazardous and powerful enough to have your block hurt
Back to the dormitory, where niggas
We in the lunchroom, weed and veggies for breakfast
So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad
I seen it like a Zenith man, you hear me man?
I thought you said he rap? Pull up in the yard, ten sets
Excalibur swords, T-Rexes, Bibles of rhymes
Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
Every line to line, bar for bar is clockwork
Hundred dollar kick niggas, that be showing you hand steps
Plus A, not for apple but I pack an apple
Space was demanded, beat banging through the speaker
It's blood in my eye, I might get amped
Swing to the gospel, catch up and wet at the brothel
Drastic, pyroclastic, connected with the same old
Like J.R. Tolkien, it's the 'Lord of the Rings'
Crazy Horse kicking his thoughts, he won't quit
Bringing MCs punishment, then I'm done with it
Is he really strapped? Will he really split yo' shit?
The 18th letter, followed by the mark of Zorro
Check the total amount of MCs inflicted
Broke my forearm and index finger, now you write glory
Hitting them from well concealed firing positions
Strangle cold bottles of Beck's like a vexed German
Blitz like the Green Bay Packers, sack like the linebackers
Unstoppable, direction of my flow, optional
From darkness to DNA, I move with my brother
Then acupuncture the track with pinpoints of light
It was not a hobby but a childhood passion
Hang with niggas like redneck crackers
Caramel, pecan, sundae, Pregline
