Deck and Meth beasted on the whole album. They were the MVPs to me.
My rap style swing like Willie Mays
My eyes Purple Haze, my solar rays’ll burn through shades
Rhyme grenades raid the airwaves,
catch this rap page
I glide like, hovercrafts on the Everglades
Boom master, with the faster blade, track slasher
Manufacture poems to microphones, bones fracture
Limited edition composition spark friction
Non-fiction, the calm bomb, keep your arm distant
Zero tolerance,
dominant intelligence
Wu original, true colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke, with they hopes up high
I circulate the tri-state and vibrate beyond the Richter
Fly sistas flock when they spot this live nikka
The crowd seducer black your third eye before I lose ya
Verbal high, leave styes in the eyes of Medusa
Top ten, poly like Cochran, and Sharpton
Narrow margin, of your odds to dodge the marksman
Murder rap, kill you soft like Roberta Flack
Words attack like a British Bulldog, observe the stacks
Apocalypse Now,
mind over matter
Next batter be
Tical,
put it on a platter
How much uncut raw shyt we dealing with?
Murder track what? Slang killing it, touched
You feeling it in your bloodstream
Deadly Venomous elixir hammer like Sledge that be Sister
All In Together Now,
follow me the Mister
Mef Candyman:
Farewell to the Flesh
Death come in the scripture, 2001
Bring the rap Armageddeon, let it be known
When you walk up in this Dead Zone, with all that wack shyt
Now you know you dead wrong, one thousand lashes
And then Gza on As High as Wu Tang Gets...
Yo, too many songs, weak rhymes that's mad long
Make it brief Son, half short and twice strong
No doubt, it took time searchin, eventually
It was prime urgent, for you to examine the rhyme merchant
Lace MC's with styles when they rhyme drunk
On a label hunt, until twenty thou, out the trunk
Eight Diagram sword swinga armored tank force
RZA throw in the disc but then change the bank source
You can't flow, must be the speech impediment
You got lost off the snare off Impeach the President
Whether in Amsterdam smokin seven grams of green
Venue packed, a thousand white teens in tight jeans
This Witty Unpredictable shot is critical
To analytical analogy, insurance policies why
Said he know that sounds define the note
Couldn't recognize, blast him the fukk behind the ropes
Too many dope nikkas I see starvin
Catch a single deal, a possible plea bargain
Wu slay regardless to whom or what, five mics five nights
Hang him from the balcony, drop twenty-five flights
A fugitive bass playin rap czar
Smoke the cigars, his prints on the strings of his guitar
Rza's verse on Duck Seazon hard as fukk, too...
You want a pound crab? Nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the .44 reflecting off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang nikka, ain't nothing changed nikka
Still Shame on a nikka who tried to run game
Your version of perversion, fukking bytches on Persian rugs
Washing nikkas like detergent, it's the surgeon
Slugs propels from Bobby Steele's 12 gauge front page Daily Chronicle reads:
"Hell up in Gotham, take heed and protect your seeds"
You fall like autumn leaves
You lack tranquillity in your rap utilities to fukk with the abilities
Race like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone, ancient poems of poetry
Old scrolls, explosive head bullets, black hooded, Timberland footed ninjas
With 'Full Metal Jacket' clips and know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise for no purchase price
I'm certainly a heist for your ice and curtains and vice
Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary, ya Irie?
I need 18 points on my next joint
This high anointed king to make a deal, I be the one to appoint
Steve Rifkind must have been sniffing
To catch something so dope it left Monica Lynch p*ssy dripping
I fukk hundreds of bytches and split millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the hill to the harbor, legal 'caine grind like Nicaragua
I gave birth to MCs, thieves and bank robbers
We drove expensive whips and took worldwide trips
And my dikk's been sucked by the finest lips
Fancy delicatessens and the world's best refreshment
But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seed and the home that I rest in
Enter my zone get blown in 99 sections
