Dinn-dnn-ta-dnn, dinn dnn dah
To analytical analogy, insurance policies why
No doubt, it took time searchin', eventually
Captivated by a saga that go untold, like Goldfinger
The ways these rhymes keep comin', at cha splash ya
Dis next drink is a toast to your memory
Now it's tactical warfare, it's all here
(Come on in, come on, come on, come on in)
Just like black shoe fit
Peace to Tang, gettin' high on your physical
MC, inferiorities they froze up, ice cold
Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar
As high as Wu-Tang get
Prone to drops ya, slash ya, rip shit up
This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical
Yo, INS another code red, danger, break out the vest
Allah allow us pop this shit
Said he know that sounds define the note
A fugitive bass playin' rap czar
Come with your shield and hardware, it be on here
Allah allow us pop this shit
Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it
If you can't wear it, well, don't fuck with it
Got this whole thing Tang mastered, sho nuff
When I go how many niggaz gon' remember me
You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
(Come on, come on, come on in)
Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights
An MC too good to be touched, John John
Allah allow us pop this shit
As high as Wu-Tang get
Whether in Amsterdam smokin' seven grams of green
As high as Wu-Tang get
It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant
Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
Don't ever roam, in the naked city
Caught up in a cliffhanger
RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
Get your head piece fractured, with killer cuts
Make it brief son, half short and twice strong
(Come on in)
Bomb 'em wit' the Witty Unpredictable, conditionin' be critical
Too many dope niggaz I see starvin'
Deep in the dirty dungeon, buggin, lovin'
You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President
Just like black shoe fit
Dnn-da-duh-duh-dah, you bitch ass niggaz
As we move on, saga unfold
Tical got a hold on ya, doin' exactly
What the fuck I mariju-wanta, dis nigga nasty
Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
Just like black shoe fit
Couldn't recognize, blast him the fuck behind the ropes
Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics five nights
Then you pack, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
Bring the phenomenon, I cold crush
Eight Fingers stories none pretty
