I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speakingScud missileheat seeking
Johnny Blazing,nightmares like Wes Craven
nikkas gunning, my third eye seen it coming before it happen
You know about them fukking Staten kids, they smashing
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion
Now everybody talking bout they blasting, hmmm
Is you busting steel or is you flashing, hmmm
Talking out your a$$hole
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion,chinky-eye and snot-nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe
I keeps it moving, know just what the fukk I'm doing
Rap insomniac,fiend to catch a nikka snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, exorcist hip-hop possess me
Crunch a nikka like a Nestle,you know my STEEZ
Burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it dikk up in you fukk ya
When my mind start to clicking and the strategy
Is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shyt
I don't give a cotton-pickin' fukk
About a brother tryin to size a nikka up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at Mama baby boy acting like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holding down hishoneycomb,lounging son
Wu brother number one,protect your neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody b*stards
Hard times and killer tactics, spitting words plus
Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
Shift the gear now, full throttle,time to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nut sack, and spitting lunghies
At a wack nikka dat, don't understand the fact
When it come to RZA tracks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, Killa Hill Projects
How to be exact, break it down
All in together now
Things are getting good looking better now
forgive me cus i aint too familiar with the wu tang. im too young for all that
