Strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
I only been a good nigga for a minute though
Duh-duh-duh enter the Wu-Tang zone
My peoples are you with me where you at?
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible
Gotta get up, and be somebody
My peoples are you with me where you at?
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
Rough, kickin' rhymes like Jim Kelly
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
Niggaz is jettin' I'm lickin' off son
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Wu-Tang
Rappinin' is what's happenin'
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at cha
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
In his own iniquity it's the
Steamrollin' niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin' contestin'
Smokin' meth hittin' caps on the block with the gats
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Disguised like a lie paralyzin' the victim
Wu-Tang
We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
And injure any motherfucking contender
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Comin' raw style, hardcore
That night yo I was hittin' like a spiked bat
Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin' and
Is comin' through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
Wu-Tang
Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
Niggaz be comin' to the hip-hop store
My peoples are you with me where you at?
So grab your eight plus one, start flippin' and trippin'
My peoples are you with me where you at?
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
Guff puff I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
With the drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin'
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
I got forty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers
Dirty Hoe gettin' low wit his flow
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi Beetle Bailey rhymes
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth
Straight up and down don't even bother
Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Lampin' in a Lexus eating beef
The immune to nearly any weapon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
At the party when I move my body
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Comin' to buy gro-cery from me
Wu-Tang
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
This technique attacks the immune system
Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains
Like the Emancipation Proclamation
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
On the mic while you was kickin' that fast shit
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
A man vexed, is what the projects made me
Jacquie Cousteau could never get this low, I'm
Here I go, deep type flow
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
'Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible
In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
No one could get illa
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Novin' on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember Jack
Me and the Clan, and yo the Land cruisers out there
Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
Black Axe, drug dealin' styles in phat stacks
Speakin' of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
Tryin' to be a hip-hop MC
Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Cherry bombin' shits boom
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin' with thugs that flood mugs
My peoples are you with me where you at?
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
Smokin' meth hittin' caps on the block with the gats
Introducing, the Ghost face Killah
Just warmin' up a little bit, vroom vroom
And then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
You might as well run into the wall and bang your head
Smokin' meth hittin' caps on the block with the gats
Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
