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1. _ The Riddler
Intro:
Dead crosswords, puzzling your delf
(get yourrrrrrrr headpiece strapped on tight)
See, that's what i'm talkin bout
When you take the johnny blaze (you're dealing with johnny blaze)
(the johnny blaze)
And you take that game and you plug that here into bobby steels
(ohh yeahhhhh)
Nowwwww you are playing with power
(yeahhhhh get that mouthpiece screwed on right dude)
(you're dealing with the bobby steels) with power
(the bobby steels) now you are playing with power
Verse one:
I got your mind twisted
Unrealistic wavelength draining on your brain-strip inflicted
Crosswords puzzling your delf
Questioning your own mental health (yeah) it's like a maze within itself
(yeah) check the grimey, slimey, slimey
Crim-inim-inal indivi-dual i be
Searching for the dark knight
Lurking in the shadows of the city (the city) he roll with jiggy
My crime committee, robbing every gotham piggy bank blinnnnnnnd
Take a journey through the mind of a riddler
Chorus:
Tax free money not a problem (that's no problem)
A price to get the ice not a problem (that's no problem)
A body for a price not a problem (that's no problem)
Hmm -- the riddler
Verse two:
Once again it's the mind bender, three-time felony offender
Demented, brain cemented, mixed in the blender
I lose ya, mass-confusion, question mark clues in
What where why whose-in, quiz
Time to ask yourself who it is
Sheisty p.l.o. underhanded biz, invading brothers wigs
(wigs) can i live
Corrupt and bringing all the misery and suffering
Pain, you couldn't cure with a bufferin
Rotating, ridiculous, rapid-fire riddle
Bat get trapped in the middle of the riddler
Chorus:
Murder for the evil not a problem (not a problem)
To the gen there ain't no sequel not a problem (it's not a problem)
Big up to all my people not a problem (that's no problem)
Hah-hah, the riddler
Verse three:
Observe if you will
I'm in my hide-out in the back of the hill (yeah)
I crack a wall then i caught about a mil
Co-defendant johnny blaze and bobby steels
We was blazing hardware (hardware)
Turn the corner you can hear the wheels squeel *rehrrarrrr*
On that ass fast was the batmobile (batmobile)
I can tell by the demon on the grill, this was real
Alley-cat screaming *ahhh*, i hit a trash can
Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags and
Trying to escape, code nine with the cape
Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's the riddler
Chorus:
Talkin suicide, not a problem (that's no problem)
If you're speaking homicide not a problem (that's no problem)
You want to talk genocide not a problem (that's no problem)
It's the riddler
Outro:
Word up, that's no problem
Stim-ulim-uli, stim-ulim-uli
Feel good don't it
And you know it
Got ta, hotter
You're playing... with... power
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2. _ The Riddler (hide-out Remix)
Intro:
Yo...
Who's afraid, of the big, bad, bat
Who issss, the batman kid?
It's me *heh* (i ain't afraid of nuttin)
Word up, let's do it (of nuttin)
Verse one:
I got your mind twisted (twisted)
Unrealistic wavelength draining on your brain-strip inflicted
Crossword puzzling your delf
Questioning your own mental health (yeah) it's like a maze within itself
(yeah) check the grimey, slimey, crimey
Crim-inim-inal indivi-dual i be
Searching for the dark knight
Lurking in the shadows of the city, he roll with jiggy
My rhyme committee, robbing every gotham piggy bank blinnnnnnnd
Take a journey through the mind of a riddler
Chorus:
Tax free money not a problem
A heist to get the ice not a problem
A body for a price not a problem
Hmmmmmmm.... it's the riddler
Verse two:
Once again it's the mind bender, three-time felony offender
Demented, brain cemented, mixed in the blender
I lose ya, mass-confusion, question mark clues in
What where why whose-it, quizzz
Time to ask yourself who it is
Sheisty p.l.o. underhanded biz, invading brothers wigs
Can i live
Corrupt and bringing all the misery and suffering
Pain, you couldn't cure with a bufferin
Rotating, ridiculous, rapid-fire riddles
Bat get trapped in the middle of the riddler
Chorus:
Murder for the evil not a problem
To the gen there is no sequel not a problem (not a problem)
Big up to all my people not a problem (not a problem)
Hmmmmmmm... it's the riddler
Verse three:
Observe if you will
I'm in my hide-out in the back of the hill (of the hill)
I crack a wall then i caught about a mil (bout a millll)
Co-defendant johnny blaze and bobby steels (bobby steels)
We was blazing hardware (hardware)
Turn the corner you can hear the wheels squeel *rehrrarrrr*
On that ass fast was the batmobile (batmobile)
I could tell by the demon on the grill, this was real
Alley-cat screaming, i hit a trash can
Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags and
Trying to escape, jiggy with the cape
Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's the riddler
Chorus:
Talkin homicide, not a problem (that's no problem)
You want to talk genocide not a problem (that's no problem)
Now if you're speaking genocide not a problem (that's no problem)
Hmmmmmmm.... for the riddler
Verse four:
Johnny blaze, i invest in crime cuz it pays
Mad scams, let me count the ways, a crime wave
I make a killing, on the first one to point his finger at the villian
Who be i, the priiimmmmmme
Suspect, crim-inim-inal intellect
Robbing banks hah down to grand theft what we want
Is it all, every seal on every door, every wallllll
Until the jig is called on the riddler
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3. _ Wu-wear: The Garment Renaissance
Intro: method man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you neeeeeeeed
Verse one: rza
Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
Nickel plated pistols, official wu-wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos
Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier
Or wu say boulder head flower
You can detect the true and living god from the scorer
Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides
And this bitch advertised her breast size
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
Then he became highly civilized
And spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance
And stopped wearing benetton
Tommy hill, perry ellis, nautica, or liz claiborne
Ocean pacific, fila, bill blass and leave fitted
Quit the armani sweaters with the gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, kani's, cross colours, shabazz brothers
Mecca, pelly pell, 88, north q, bear and a few others
For the new year, strictly wu-wear
Chorus: method man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you waaaaaant
Verse two: cappadonna
Pele egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the london fog casual hog
Biere denim with the cash wu nike and kangol king
Everyday, dlo jacket he gripped with the drawstring
Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby
Master tommy hil advil
Double button woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this like macy's or bloomingdale's
The century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
Now it's my time, asian wu-wear, cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the don will hold the best for all wear
Plus blue wear, wu-wear, what's going on
We're the best of this year, wu-wear and fleece wear
Verse three: method man
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Just come see me
Satisfaction guaranteed baby
Just hold your own baby
And just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
It goes
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
Hard time and killer tactics
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
It go
Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know, how low, it go
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4. _ The Rock's Theme - 'know Your Role'
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
I smell it
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
I smell it
Come on, come on
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
Yo, finally the rock has come back
Layin down the smack on your monkey crap candy coated ass
Enter the squared circle with the great one
Most electrifying moves, don't change the station
Children and their children, they all chant
With the millions upon millions of rock's fans
Get ready for the square dance, here's your chance
For a can of ass whooping, from the people's champ
If you smell what the rock's cooking
If you smell what the rock's cooking
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
If you smell what the rock's cooking
If you smell what the rock's cooking
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
Jabroni, check yourself, you don't know me
Jabroni, go back to the gym, you're too bony
So you want a piece of the rock? make you crumble
In these wrestlemanias, kid, we royal rumble
Telling us that raw is war, what the hell you think we came for?
Just to play with these whips and chainsaws? and sharp glass
I'll shine them up real nice, turn them sideways,
And shove them up your candy ass
If you smell what the rock's cooking
If you smell what the rock's cooking
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
If you smell what the rock's cooking
If you smell what the rock's cooking
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
Yo, yo, this is it y'all, summer slam, summer sam'd out
It's thursday night smackdown, there's no way out
Now you got a problem, with the brahma bull
Time to throw rock bottom
Ain't no way to stop him
See the people's eyebrow, ignite the crowd
Into a feeding frenzy, they want blood now
Chinlock and chair shots, suplexes, legdrops
Finish with the people's elbow and sign it rock
If you smell what the rock's cooking
If you smell what the rock's cooking
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
If you smell what the rock's cooking
If you smell what the rock's cooking
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
If you smell what the rock's cooking
If you smell what the rock's cooking
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
[method man]
If you smell what the rock's cooking
If you smell what the rock's cooking
[the rock]
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
Do you smell what the rock is cooking?
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5. _ It's In The Game
You know i'm bout it bout it
What? huh?
You know
Huh?
It's like, you don't limit yourself to one thing
Your mama
Got to broaden your horizons
Broaden your joints
Keep your eyes on the prize
The struggle goes on
Eryday (ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Eryday
And i'ma live it through my music
(ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
You know how we do
Choose or lose from it
Verse one: method man
Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck
Or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin
Hittin like mack trucks, head splittin paper written
In windy cities like chicago, no bullshhhh
You see me spittin at the kitten with the lost mitten
As we engage in cold war gettin frostbitten
Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen
One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin
The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus
In pursuit of gold lines, can a n---a touch it
If i can't see ya can't truss it
A shady character like buzz buzzard
Lay him out like a plush rug-ged
*mimicking brand nubian* now you can love it, or leave it alone
We drink death and puff bone
Draggin your body out the end zone
And any way the wind blow that's where you flow
That's why you be the first one caught, last to know
Body layin out on the flo', substitute
Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do'
Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on
I go deep he drop bombs, *whistle* that's when i touch-down
Six points, what now?
Once again who comin through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous
Ever since i came with this, and wrecked a body
You convinced like lombardi, that johnny dangerous
Offensive shotgun
Calm in the pocket i got one, in the milli gun
Deep threats to chose from, that's how it goes son
You win some you lose some, it's in the game
You win some you lose some (uhh!) that's how it goes son (yeah)
You win some you lose some (uhh!) it's in the game ... (yeah)
You win some you lose some, that's how it goes son
You win some you lose some, it's in the game
Verse two: ricky watters
From the football field
(it's in the game
You win some you lose some, it's in the game)
To the mountain, yaknowhati'msayin?
(that's how it goes son, that's how it goes
You win some you lose some, it's in the game)
Freestylin, profilin, won't catch me smilin
Straight from fema island, buckwhylin, i'm stylin
A funky type of style with the lyrical incision
S--t locked down, like my n----z out in prison
Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack
Sippin cognac, while i vibe off this funky track
Yo bring it back, or make it hit harder
Infiltrate your mind like nino at the carter, but smarter
So drop harder, if you wanna conjugate
Verbs and nouns, make it profound as i pound
In your earpiece i'm the beast
To say the least, we must increase, the peace
But keep it real, so i can feel, the skills
Funky fresh rhymes i will build so i kill
And thrill, lyrics spittin, through my lips
Doin backflips, it's another hit
Come take a sip, of the running watters
Lyrically i slaughter, mentally i author
The rhymes that you feel to the map
Crushin double barrels, sing em out like carols
Who it be? it be i, the n---a with the chinky eyes
From ny, city we committee we gets busy
With killa beez on the swarm
Lyrically we storm, mentally a lord
Verbally i bomb (boom!), guard your grill
It's the man that chill, run for the hills from grassvile
Drillin rhymes straight on tracks and double cuff
Another tv, and they loved it
(you win some you lose some, that's how it go son
You win some you lose some, that's in the game
You win some you lose some, that's how it go son
You win some you lose some, that's in the game
It's in the game
You win some you lose some, it's in the game
It's in the game, it's in the game, it's in the game, it's in the game)
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6. _ Bring The Pain (alternative Mix)
(he keeps talks to the class)
Basically (fuck you) can't fuck with me
Verse one:
I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
Records hey, so i could write monumental
Methods, i'm not the king
But niggaz is decaf i stick em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad just accept it
In your cross colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got totally crossed out like kris kross
Who da boss? niggaz get tossed to the side
And i'm the dark side of the force
Of course it's the method, man from the wu-tang clan
I be hectic, and coming for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me punk now bust it
Styles, i gets buckwild
Method man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane crazy, drivin miss daisy
Out her fuckin mind now i got mine i'm swayze
Chorus:
Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something i could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real
Interlude: booster
(the booster!)
And when i was a lil stereo
I listened to some champion
I always wondered
Will now i be the numba one?
Now you listen to de gargon
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me
Me gwanna lick out dem brains
Verse two:
Brothers want to hang with the meth bring the rope
The only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
Off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey i bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to god
It's the wu comin through vickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son i'm the gun that won that old wild west
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
Nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause i think not when it's hip-hop like proper
Rhymes be the proof when i'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no oj, no straw
When you give it to me yeah, give it to me raw
I've learned that when you drink absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All i need is chemical bank to pay the mo
Outro:
Basically you're left with meth-tical
{northern spicy brown mustard hoes} coming with tical
And when you see it happen, you stick em
Puttin def jam's on my records, it's on
I'll fuckin, slide you down a rusty razor-blade
Into a pool of alcohol
(alright bring it back)
I'll fuckin, i'll fuckin, cut your kneecaps off
And make you kneel in some staircase piss
I'll fuckin (that nigga got his but cut)
Cut your eyelids off (and served by the cube)
And feed you nothing but sleeping pills (like a cool cuban
Out this motherfucker... he got a half a joint, and one eyebrow)
(yeah and rae got a shell-toe)
You motherfucker
(one shell-toe adidas on his feet)
(sooooo????) so fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe
Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin, shoe-lookin
Baby spicy mustard, shoe-lookin!
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7. _ You're All I Need (all That I Need Remix)
Intro: method man
Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile
Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- check tical
Chorus: mary j. blige [sample: notorious b.i.g.]
You're all, i need
[lie together, cry together, i swear to god i hope we fuckin die together]
To get by, ahhhhh
You're all, i need
[lie together, cry together, i swear to god i hope we fuckin die together]
To get by, ahhhhh
Verse one:
Shorty i'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when i was nothin
You made a brother feel like he was somethin
That's why i'm with you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me baby
Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
And i'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me and i'ma make sure we
Be livin in the effin lap of luxury
I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me
But you did, now i'm going all out kid
And i got mad love to give, you my nigga
Chorus 2x
Interlude: mary j. blige
Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my destiny
With you i'll spend my time
I'll dedicate my life
I'll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my life for you
Verse two:
I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone i'm already on the bone
Plus i love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home
Even if i'm locked up north you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you that's how it is
I be your noah, you be my wiz
I'm your mister, you my mrs. with hugs and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday wishes? please
Be on another level of planning, of understanding
The bond between man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, cuz we above
All that romance crap, just show your love
Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, repeats until end)
Outro: method man
I'm sick of police
Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
And you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, tical
Mary j. raw, and meth-tical
{like sweet morning dew} yeah yeah
{i took one look at you} cootie in the chair, tical
{and it was plain to see} cheeba cheeba y'all
{you were my destiny, baby} cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah
What's that shit that they be smoking?
No romance without finance for now
Baby, please, ninety-five
Ticallion stallion, ha ha, ha ha
Man woman and child, yeah
{anything you need, anything you need}
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8. _ Hit 'em High (the Monstar's Anthem)
(intro)
Greetings, earthlings
We have now taken over your radioooo.....
(b-real)
Goin' straight through the hole
You ain't got no game
I'm breakin' ya out the frame
Coming through like a train
Looking to take over the world is my goal
With my unstoppable crew takin' all control
You can't get none of this, we're runnin' this
Well taker, earth shaker, 3 point gunnin' this
Get out the lane, i'm comin' through
And if you don't wanna move then i'm comin' right through you
(coolio)
It's like inch by inch and step by step
I'm closing in on your position and destruction is my mission
Though eight is not enough, your whole squad better duck
It's like switch when i bust
Now you're whole crew is dust
Comin' through my area, i'ma have to bury ya
The real scream team on your scream scene
It's like showdown on the range
Go tell me who wanna tangle with the
Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood superhero?
Chorus:
(b-real)
We want it all (want it all!)
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor!)
You can't take none of this hardcore (hardcore!)
In the game we take you to war (war!)
You ain't seen nothin' like this before
(all)
If i hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
If i hit 'em high, hit 'em high, hit 'em high
And you hit 'em low, hit 'em low, hit 'em low
(method man)
Insane like a runaway train i'm in your lane
Like it's only 3 seconds to score to win the game
Came to bring the ultimate pain upon the brain
Untamed, you won't like it when i change
And you are type strange
Make room, manaical monster in the game
And i got my eye on you
Deadshot aim, as free throws keep comin' down like rain
You feelin' me, i'm feelin' you
The monstar again, i'm tellin' you
Pass me the rock, now i'm headed to the basket
Get up out my way is what you better do
My tactics is unsportsmanlike conduct
You better ask it
Don't get no better than this, you catch my drift?
You get stripped by ballhandlers ruled by swackhammer
Danger, you're dealin' with offical hoop-bangers
With hang time like a coat hanger
Jump, with thunderous 360-degree type dunks
What up doc? the monstar funk
(ll cool j)
Lightning strikes and the court lights get dim
Supreme competition is about to begin
Above the rim, finessin' and moves is animated
Once i get to ballin', i can't be deflated
I'm rugged raw, my monstars is gettin' money
When clicks get to buggin', i'm snatchin' up their bunnies (uhh!)
Every step i take shakes the ground
I'll make you break your ankles, son, shakes you down
This is my planet, i'm bout business
The best that ever done it, can i get a witness? (uhhh!)
Cumulus clouds bring darkness up above
You in it for the money?
Or in it for the love, m.j.?
23 ways to make a pay
Loungin' in the mothership back around my way (uhh!)
I'm 28 light years old
If the refs get political, dribble like bob dole
Am i gettin' lyrical?
Daddy, i think so
Monstar droppin' flavor fluid so drink slow
Chorus
(busta rhymes)
Yo, god bless!!
Pick up your chest
Here's an example of how i can stress your full court press
With finesse, i bench-press your stress whenever you test
We're speed ballin', on the fastbreak just like the pony express
I'm gonna mingle in your face and take the lid off
Just use your head and forfeit the game
You and your team just need to back off!!
Get off my block, gimmie the ball, i said it's my rock!!
I'm startin' a line-up by gettin' y'all to bring the livestock
Throw all your money in the pot
And make sure you bet all your money on my bank shot
When we come right through tell me what you really gonna do?
We'll leave your team name in shame and take your talent from you
While you abandon your ship, we take your championship
With nothing left for you to see except the instant replay clip
Money spending, goal tending, stay-bending teams like crash cars
Who do they be?
They be the monstars!!!!!!
Chorus
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9. _ And Justice For All
***chorus*** (x2)
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
[killa sin]
We move on m.c.'s mechanically
Strike nerve like ghost vs. a canopy
Hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
Respect this
Specialist
Black
Testing this will get ya necklace jacked
And named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak
Unless you spoken to
We throw a cold screw
And sober up when im approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do what they supposed to do
The limelight
Snatched away from you because its my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight
You better get ya lines right
Half of thease crabs cant even rhyme right
Which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
What you want i already got
And after i controll i keep head high, head pon-cocked
And pockets rollin'
You foldin'
You fagot ass fuck
[dom pachino]
Yo farotion never fails
Shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
Inhale life
Exhale strive anxiety's trife
Blowin' smoke out my peice pipe
Ducking the snipe
Shot off the top of the white house and cop 4's
War never does and many causes
My offense is my defense extreme precautious
Moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
Ya forcing it
Parishly extortionists
Aborting this
Space ship thats spacious face it
Im on contain shit
Pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
The case is
If not ya basic
Way to make shit
Embrace it
Knowing some day you'll have to face it
***chorus***
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
(so fuck yall, so fuck yall niggas)
[bobby digital]
Yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scaple
Technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip
Blunts cherry bomb
Very calm
First bursts like a shot from the berry homes
You'd be most wise to pay close attention
To willy lynchin'
Its stupid to fuck wit' bobby steel's henchmen
I step into presidential
Credentials, evident my potential
Be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
Only ones can know me
Swore me before the dolby
Alexis colby broads try to control me
Pussy whip me like toby
Fuck the local
I move global
Economical
Ship sea promise fool
My info glow
And the dark wu-tang logo
Sparks the attention, look listen observe
Killa bee swerv
Slam like dr. julias erv
Still strike the vital nerve
Charter through the magna carta
Trapped like otis and carter
Wild like the shaolin style or manos harbor
King devine forced to shine
Head burst open like a bottle of pine
Use penmenship
When i write my script
Blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless
Killa hill syndrome
Peace to two tone
He must know me to understand me from what you do
To realize im you
Everything i do honey bee from the bee hive
Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke killa priest from the tribe
Of levi smoke out and not steal
Or blunt spill
The indestructable bobby steel's is here
[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa john m.d.
Full metal jackets
Cuz' some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And i drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know its real son if its really real
Understandable
Self explainable
Caution john blaze flamable
When under pressure, interchangable and still
Coming down like precipitation as i reign undesputed
How johnny do it
Dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
Two and off
Stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
Bottom line be this high, explosive
Not for the average joseph
Come and get some
Hol' it, keep one
Up in the chamber
Blast wit' my middle finger
Now i toss men
Attack like the four horsemen
See me dog walkin'
Strickly getty-o slang talkin'
All up in thease guts, soften
Thease rap niggas, official
We slap niggas
Wit' mak' charges
Dope shit regardless
We usually take another niggas garments (what)
[killarmy]
Straight up and down i got this rap shit locked in '98
Niggas cant escape the laws that i enforce like top notch politicians
Who be pola-tickin'
Slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software
Placed in the rear of ya ear
As i sit the next year
All yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
Shit is critical
Like the hallways in my projects
Similar to the streets in tibet
Fuck that i aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)
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