Pure flames. I remember when I first heard this beauty






.
"We starting showing our asses, committing burglaries
One got caught, threw us all off
Threw us in the hell section near the boardwalk
Wondering how the sword talk
Did he fall off? Did he stand like the hawk that he was in New York?
Kept the waves spinning on the cross, of course
Come back a little cutty endorse
Risked it for his kids the pain is lost
We sitting back on a better note
Yelling "Peace god, I love you love you to death, you thoroughbredable"
The Robbin Hood of the hood
Sit back, it's all good, won't spoil it if we call it, we all hood"
"Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing to deliver this lesson
While traveling the planet, extending development
And vote for the mind, never ended
We now send it long winded, descended
Infital, Bobby Digital, Abbot of the Shaolin 'Isle
With knowledge and wisdom
The original sword style begin, birth of the Wu-Tang Clan"



Poetry sun!