[U-God:] Time to knock 'em out, cut 'em with the glass hand Time to shut 'em down, I'm coming out the badland Oscar the Grouch, kid, jumping out the trashcan The last man that violated, got chopped with the sword Send him a one way express ticket to see the Lord You think we falling off, the beef's internal All that bullshit we going through, it don't concern you I'll thermonuclear burn you, you'se a human sacrifice Cuz I be smashing mics with the Passion of Christ Stay fully loaded, equipped with action devices Kid, stashing these stripes, join the force Honey, take ya flick, lift and point to the boss, soon As you blink, your coins is tossed It only takes four bars to get my point accross And I'm coldest with the frost, on top of the mountain Elijah, was the prophet, along came Malcolm And I'm scalping niggaz, taking devil's heads Money generated niggaz, taking heavy bread
[RZA:] I was born in a barrel of razor blades Right next door to haze, I used to be afraid Of the devil, as a boy, but now as a grown man I have realized, he is just a toy A graphic image, I'm that magnificent splendid Dominant, prominate, Islamic I was here before the dinosaurs, shine & defining law Measure every inch of the Earth, combining more Elements and chemicals, find space in minerals Trap devils on the run, like Monk-Monk the General Appear in a gang attire, slept in a ring of fire I, got a bigger beat than Billy Squire Dirty Dick Dastard' dart, straight out the dungeon Transform on niggaz like the rail whip from London Paul Bunyan ax tracks, get peeled, caps back Hard to get out, nigga, head like naps Parental advisory, no M.C. is wisin' me Me and the mic, like, ebony and ivory We go together, like, cheese and cheddar, like Jeans and sweater, like, Mo' and better, like Who could take a sun ray, twist it to a rainbow Darts sit upon your head like the Kangol V is for Victory, I mastered your trickery Try'nna clock like dickory, get smoked like hickory So please stop the bickery, you can't get rid of me Wu Killa Bee, from now to infinity
[Method Man:] Look at this bitch ass, snitch ass, about to get a kicked ass Get mad, get smashed, and get another zip bag of 'dro For these hoe niggaz, slow niggaz, told niggaz Fucking with the cold miner's daughter, she a gold digger Killa, I'm back iller, been realer, chinchilla Coat, ex-crack dealer, cap peeler, dope Uncut coke, cut throat, niggaz had enough dough What up, though? My nigga, I don't trust no bitches That's real shit, feel this, vanilla Dutch, and steel lick Forensics is still try'nna figure how I killed it Wu-Tang, my crew bang, let our nuts hang Like that piece on a new chain, mami, pop the poontang Your party, find me where the stars be, or probably Walk into the corner store on Targhee Smokin' Bob Marley's, I'm hardly, a nigga to be fucked with And you try'nna 'ketchup', but you barely cut the mustard, aight then
[Masta Killa:] Just another spine chiller, U-G, RZA M-A-S-T, A-K-Illa, M-E-T-H, O-D gorilla, straight from the Killa Brownsvillah, do or die Bedstuy Murderer, East terrorist, we clap gun thunderist Land of the Iron Gods, swords can't live Medina stay warrior, how can I escape the block From being boxed off, lost in the shuffle of life Living right cost, legendary crime boss Fresh kicks drip in the street, beautiful unique Freestyle, be so wild, fresh out the Penal Track it on the Pro Tools, foul, smooth as blue nile Wave spin, water blend, dart flow, sun glow Kool Moe Dee roll, gang up on a power show Snoop never love a hoe, bang it on in your vehicle slow You don't know how the God be flipping the style And keep it so, Witty Unpredictable Truth or Natural, the Gods is actual It's a fact, I was destined, to grab the mic and bless themTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
