"The game of chess, is like a swordfight.
You must think first, before you move.
Wu style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon.
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible."
Raw me give it to ya, we're no trivia
raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia.
My hip hop will rock and shock the nation
like the Emancipation, Proclamation,
weak MCs approach with slang that's dead
you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower through the Caucus Mountains.
Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns.
So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin' contesting
you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection.
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
phoney niggaz are outlined in chalk
a man vexed, is what the projects made me.
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me.
Steamrollin' niggas with the eighteen wheeler
with the drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin'
Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there
peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks,
bald heads, braids, blow this hook.
We got chrome tecs, nickel-plated macs
black axe, drug dealin' styles in phat stacks.
I only been a good nigga for a minute though,
cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo.
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth
lampin in a Lexus eatin' beef.
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers.
My peoples are you with me? Where you at?
In the front, in the back, killa-bees on attack.
My peoples are you with me? Where you at?
Smokin' meth hittin' caps on the block with the Gats.
Here I go, deep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low, I'm
cherry bombin' shits . . . BOOM
just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
rappinin' is what's happenin'
keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
at the party when I move my body
gotta get up, and be somebody.
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DEN-DEN-DERN . . . enter the Wu-Tang zone.
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
huff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
rough, kickin' rhymes like Jim Kelly
or Alex Haley im a Muh . . . Beetle Bailey rhymes.
Comin raw style, hardcore
niggas be comin' to the hip-hop store.
Comin' to buy grocery from me,
tryin to be a hip-hop MC.
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
you must bring the Ol Dirty Bastard-type slang.
Represent the Gza, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan, Inspecta Deck
dirty hoe gettin' low wit his flow
introducin' the Ghostface Killer,
no one could get iller.
My peoples are you with me? Where you at?
In the front, in the back, killa-bees on attack.
My peoples are you with me? Where you at?
Smokin' meth hittin' caps on the block with the Gats.s
Speakin' of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
on the mike while you was kickin' that fast shit
you reneged, tried again, and got blasted
half mastered ass style mad ruff task
when I struck I had on Tims and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you don't remember Jack.
That night yo I wuz hittin' like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was brought down, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs.
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin' with thugs that flood mugs.
So grab your eight plus one, start flippin' and trippin',
niggas is jettin' I'm lickin' off Son
Wu, Tang! Wu, Tang! Wu, Tang! Wu, Tang!
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity, it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at ya
we have an APB on an MC Killer,
look like the work of a Master,
evidence indicates that's it's stature
merciless like a terrorist, hard to capture.
The flow changes like a chameleon
plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger.
This technique attacks the immune system
disguised like a lie paralyzin' the victim.
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
movin' on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure any motherfuckin' contender.
My peoples are you with me? Where you at?
In the front, in the back, killa-bees on attack.
My peoples are you with me? Where you at?
Smokin' meth hittin' caps on the block with the Gats.
"Wu style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon.
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible."
"Wu style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon.
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible."
"When it's properly used."
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