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+**************************************************
+Biochemical Equation[Verse 1: RZA]
+Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
+With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
+Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
+It's a daily conflict between man and beast
+We strive for God and a better tomorrow
+Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow
+Repent from thy sins, son and walk ye straight
+Stop talking all that trash boy and talk ye straight
+Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
+Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
+Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch
+Off the pie or every try to try your wench
+Confronted by the devil himself and stay strong
+You think you can take the King now meet Kong
+Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting
+How many MCs have sprung from our fountain
+Fifty thousand year process to make this combination
+I'm not giving mine away to Satan
+Although I know that he's awaiting
+To get a hold of my biochemical equation
+I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son
+When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
+Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination
+99 elements, biochemical manifestation
+I'm not giving mines away to Satan
+Although, I know that he's awaiting
+I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son
+When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
+
+[Verse 2: MF Doom]
+Bet ahk, straight to the head with the pet rock
+At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box
+Trade a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack
+Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin bonus pack
+Invest in the first B-boy kid show
+Live off skid row with jive talking negros
+He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly
+And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
+Is he in the backyard or on your front porch
+Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched
+You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving
+And sold odds and bodkins to old gods and goblins
+Golly, I'm just a pest and your worst best friend
+Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend
+Not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men
+Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure
+Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi'
+Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'
+Israeli issued automatic black pistol
+The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle
+Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast
+License, registration, address to your lab
+They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over
+Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober
+Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer
+Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir
+Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe
+Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road
+My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato
+Or cartwheels and then spin out like a tornado
+They used to chase him, right; but son, he would always shake em
+Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement
+Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
+Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers
+If you can't understand, then come closer
+We civilized the uncivilized like we supposed to
+Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
+Mic in your hand, black man stand as a soldier
+Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers
+If you can't understand, then come closer
+**************************************************
+The Baddest Man Alive[Verse 1: Dan Auerbach]
+I could take the pitchfork from the Devil
+Keep a super-suit like I'm Incredible
+From the deep blue sea to the dark blue sky
+I'm the baddest man alive
+I'll grab a crocodile by its tail
+Handcuff the judge and throw the cops in jail
+Make the meanest woman breakdown and cry
+I'm the baddest man alive
+
+[Chorus: Dan Auerbach]
+I'm the baddest man alive
+I'll take no mess and I'll take no jive
+Sometimes I feel like I can fly
+I'm the baddest man alive
+I'm the baddest man alive
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Not bad meaning bad, but I'm bad meaning good
+Say my name three times and you knock on wood
+Candy man hooks, I terrorize your hood
+Flashing Mac's on a cop the way a gangsta should
+I snatch food from the mouth of a tiger
+Take a gasoline bath then I walk through fire
+Bear-hug a grizzly, suck milk from her titty
+Take the Sergeant's hat from his head and use it for a frisbee
+Spit in the crocodile face
+Have a ménage à trois with two female apes
+Then sleep in a barrel of butcher knives
+I drank honey straight from the beehive
+Bungee jumping off the Empire State, butt naked!
+Rollerblade across the Golden Gate, butt naked!
+With the baddest man alive, and I don't plan to die
+When the Grim Reaper come, I'll look him right in his eye
+I'll bust in the face of the witch of the east
+Tell a great white shark to go and brush his teeth, (ha ha ha)
+I'm the man who stole the golden fleece
+And I date-raped beauty right in front of the beast
+The baddest man alive, and I don't plan to die
+
+[Chorus: Dan Auerbach]
+I'm the baddest man alive
+I'll take no mess and I'll take no jive
+Sometimes I feel like I can fly
+I'm the baddest man alive
+I'm the baddest man alive
+**************************************************
+Tragedy[Intro: RZA & Tha Truth]
+Word up, Wu-Tang up in this joint
+Wu-Tang Forever, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
+Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Forever
+(Here comes the rain)
+Word, Wu-Tang Forever, Wu-Tang Forever
+(Here comes the rain)
+The RZArector in your sector
+(Here comes the rain)
+From Shaolin to the holy city of Mecca
+(Here comes the rain)
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Yo, yo, assassination, vaccination, poor education
+Infatuation with Satan with global nation taxation
+Fiber-optic, microscopic biological germ
+Mad Cow burger on the market, Captain of your starship
+I never departed once I started to explore these regions
+That was uncharted, leave your heart broken
+Yo, I stand tall like buildings on Van Dyke’s, all mics
+Beats strike like a noisy four train late night
+Chase got New York for the Life, we out of state
+Can’t smoke a bone in the staircase without getting chased
+Penny candy poisonous rappers, best to chill or get your head gashed
+Lemonhead, sour patch kids, best to grab
+A Life Savor, I’ll Jawbreak ya, Boston Bake ya
+Then plant my sunflower seed on every square acre
+The beauty of my nature shown through Shaquasia I Mecca
+When I made myself Equality, known to my reflector
+Stay in your playpen boy, and babble for your formula and cried
+You pacified, this lullaby from the black butterfly
+
+[Chorus: Tha Truth]
+Here comes the rain again
+Falling on your head like a tragedy
+Falling on your head causing new emotions
+Not even
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Yo, yo, absorb this metamorph-is as the King takes his office
+Keep my planets in orbit, never forfeit, or quit
+Move forward, I talk with the awkward slang
+I walk with, the Wu-Tang, yo
+Heavy thoughts can’t be held down by the laws of gravity
+Watch for the lama in the temple trying to plot your tragedy
+And gain rank with, the high officials at the banquet
+For attempting to hijack the Wu-Tang Manual under his blanket
+Can’t interpret cause your brain is short circuit
+His dumbness led body numbness try to come amongst us
+What’s your angle? Rectangle or triangle?
+As my truth of square drains you of your power from the death angel
+Strangles you like a weed, choking the helpless flower, you cower
+You feel the power of the final shower!
+
+[Chorus: Tha Truth & RZA]
+Here comes the rain again
+Falling on your head like a tragedy
+Falling on your head causing new emotions
+Not even the naked eye, can see
+Not e-even the naked eye, can see (Tragedy)
+Here comes the rain again (The reign of terror)
+Falling on your head like a tragedy
+(Falling on your head like a tragedy)
+Falling on your head causing new emotions
+Not even eye can see
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Word up, word up
+Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
+That’s right, ’97 February
+Wu-Tang coming at you, word up
+**************************************************
+Destiny Bends (Paul Walker Tribute)[Intro: RZA]
+Yea, I wanna dedicate this song to my friend Paul Walker
+Up in the studio last night
+Writing for myself
+I decided to write a song for you
+Peace brother
+
+[Verse 1: Will Wells]
+Every time I think about you all I see is your smile
+And your bright blue eyes
+Thanks for the time and the smiles
+You shared with me
+How you equally respected my art and talked to me
+A young father just learning what it takes to be… a man
+Sharing time with your daughter, you had a plan
+To drive in the wind, surf on the seas
+Realizing the love for a woman who becomes
+A mother exists… and I see
+How can this be? You were set free from your worries
+Now you are gone in the breeze
+Gone in the trees
+I thought we had another day to smile and laugh
+In the wind, how can it end?
+I’m grateful to meet you, may we meet again
+Paul, my friend
+
+[Hook: Will Wells]
+On that highway
+Where heaven
+Begins
+I lost a friend…
+
+[Bridge: Will Wells]
+But destiny
+Bends, bends
+But destiny bends
+Yea, it bends
+I lost a friend
+Friend…
+On that highway to heaven
+
+[Verse 2: Will Wells]
+You will drive in the wind
+And you’ll surf in the seas
+Oh how can this be?
+You were set free from your worries
+Now you are gone in the breeze
+Gone in the trees
+Your soul is set free
+I thought we had another day to smile and to laugh
+In the wind, how can it end?
+I’m thankful to meet you, may we meet again
+Paul, my friend
+Paul, my friend
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Domestic Violence[Intro: Tiffany]
+You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
+Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
+Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
+Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
+Your kicks ain't shit, nigga, your whips ain't shit
+Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit
+You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
+Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
+Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
+Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
+Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
+Bobby, you ain't shit, nigga I'm the shit
+You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
+Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
+Your lab ain't shit, Bobby you ain't shit
+Your rings ain't shit, your gear ain't shit
+Your jewels ain't shit, your kicks ain't shit
+Your whips ain't shit, nigga, I'm the shit
+You ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
+Your brother ain't shit, your money ain't shit
+Your lab ain't shit, your rings ain't shit
+Your gear ain't shit, your jewels ain't shit
+Your kicks ain't shit, your whips ain't shit
+Nigga, I'm the shit...
+
+[Verse 1: RZA (Jamie Sommers)]
+What the fuck y'all birds talking about?
+Get the fuck out my house
+'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
+Bob Digi, yeah, you know who is he
+Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass like Kizzy Kinte
+(But wait, fuck you motherfucker)
+You wish you could fuck
+Bitch, all you can do is dick suck
+(Your ass can't fuck, that's why your wife left your monkey ass)
+Fuck that, you don't cook, you don't clean, or press my jeans
+You don't scrub or wash clothes
+Or buy food or make cream in this bitch
+You don't read to the seeds
+All you do is watch TV and smoke weed
+Get your nails done and feet, scrub the hair-weave
+Sleep all day, eat, gain weight, can't breathe
+Talking about you're going to leave?
+Then bitch leave! What the fuck you're waiting for?
+Hit the door, I ain't taking this shit no more!
+Spending all my cream on Gucci, Phillies and Coach
+Before you moved to my lab, bitch, I ain't never seen a roach
+Stains on my carpet, bathroom's more like a fish market
+Take all the space in my closet, where the fuck's your logic?
+Disrespecting my old earth, aborted my child birth
+And every day I catch my credit card inside your purse
+You can't speak a sentence without a curse
+Talking 'bout you're going to be a nurse
+Bitch, to be a nurse you got to go to school first!
+When I first met you, you was a ho
+I tried to reform you, bomb you, warn you and teach you
+But couldn't reach you, and you're still a ho
+Your father said you was a ho
+And when you leave me, bitch, you're gonna be a ho
+Cellulite and gargoyle feet, I'd rather beat my meat
+That raggy ass pussy a starving dog wouldn't eat
+Started with the body of a model
+Pussy tight as a pharmaceutical bottle
+And you could swallow a whole avocado
+And two forty ounce bottles
+To the end of the world, which to I would follow
+Now, when I fuck you, the shit echos cause you pussy is so hollow
+Turn your fat ass sideways
+Your stretch marks look like the US highways
+Fuck a new nigga every Friday
+Talking 'bout bust a nut, bitch I'll bust yo guts!
+(You come so quick, nigga)
+Wonder why I come so quick?
+With that wide ass pussy and soggy tits?
+I'm trying to get the shit over with, and go to sleep!
+But when I'm with my real freak on the weekend
+Bet that baby we fuck for two and a half hours to three
+You'd better study the 1-14 knowledge culture degree
+About M-G-T, and G-C-C
+
+[Interlude]
+Cause you ain't shit, and your mother ain't shit
+And your sister ain't shit, and your pussy ain't shit
+That weave ain't shit, your ass ain't shit
+Girl you ain't shit, your daddy ain't shit
+
+[Outro: RZA (Jamie Sommers)]
+But fuck it, yo, let me get this fucking phone
+(Yeah, get the motherfucking phone
+Quit motherfuckers in our fucking
+Business. End the fuck, or I'll pull
+The motherfucking chord out of the
+Man, fuck that motherfucking socket
+Yo God, this bitch is bugging I'm sick of this shit motherfucker
+Get the fuck out, I'm throwing
+All the shit on the motherfucking
+Terrace, right now. I'm sick of)
+I'm on the phone! this shit, you and you shit out the
+I'm on the phone! motherfucking closet right now. My
+Well fuck you! name's on the motherfucking [?] too
+(Bitch, get the fuck out my nigga, I don't give a fuck, fuck that
+House man shit, you get the fuck out my lab, all
+These motherfuckers sleeping in the
+Fucking living room. My seeds run into
+These motherfuckers, these niggas are)
+Yo, hey Hewey, hey Hewey in their dirty motherfucking socks and
+Fuck you, yo God, my bitch... shit. (Fucking dirty toilet seats and
+This bitch is stupid man shit. My seeds gotta sit on this shit
+Get these motherfuckers out this
+Give this fucking crab ass motherfucking lab now.) Get the fuck
+Girl the gas yo out. (Every lat one of y'all mother-
+You's a ho bitch! fuckers. Get the fuck out my lab)
+Come on you's a ho!
+You'se a ho Motherfucker don't make me pick up
+You'se a ho this bottle. Don't make me pick up
+You'se a ho this motherfucking bottle
+You'se a ho
+Ho! ho!
+Ho! ho! (Bastard! bastard!)
+Ho! ho! (Bastard!)
+Fuck you!
+Ho! (You fucking bastard!)
+Ho! (Bastard! Bastard!)
+Fuck you
+Yo, yo, dunn, yo, yo, God
+(Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!
+She's stupid dunn you're fucking dirty dick nigga
+Yeah you're fucking stupid nigga
+You're fucking stupid
+You're fucking stupid)
+Call me back son (Now that's right, tell that motherfucker to call you back)
+Call me back
+(Cause you ain't going to steal this motherfucking phone)
+**************************************************
+Holocaust (Silkworm)[Intro: Holocaust, (Ms. Roxy)]
+(Bobby Digital) Wu-Tang Killa Beez
+(It's all about Bobby, I'm floating in your galaxy)
+
+[Verse 1: Holocaust]
+You falling down an endless tunnel of doom reality
+Graphically my Killa Bee family stings the galaxy
+Insanity, titanium stomach devouring Guinness
+My flesh is solid stone despite my outer appearance
+Still disease kills viruses, planets and racial creatures
+Made MCs sprout tumors so bad, lost facial features
+Waste your peoples left out in the rain, fountains of pain
+Eighty shots to the mouth and the brain, shouting my name
+Holocaust, black man whose veins littered with thorns
+Back smack you so hard, all your seeds will be born deformed
+Swarm dorms, sting birds, fling verbs like mean curves
+Strike three, mics flee, I infect 'em with green germs
+Ringworm cause I'm filthy and guilty, dastardly mastery
+My felony melody has to be a bastard's masterpiece
+Stop grafting me, chump-ass niggas eyeing me, tempt me
+I'll break it down simply, I'm horrifyingly empty
+Spitting darts on the tip of a glacier used for my hideout
+Rock crushin' German suplex, watch spines slide out
+The side route, forearm bash with twenty jabs
+On the ave or your lab, get stabbed and bloodied bad
+While I'm sipping herbal teas, verbal bees plant fertile seeds
+Bitches leave with broke backs, swollen palms and purple knees
+Circle thieves like vultures in deserts rest on a cactus
+Got Oscar nominee MCs stuck to my hatchet
+Drastic indescribable pain, I injure bars
+While Bobby's throwing razor CDs like ninja stars
+
+[Break: RZA]
+Chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chick-chhhhh
+Yo, yo, drop down a manhole, yo I rap ammo
+Blows out your candle, check, yo
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Drop down a manhole, I rap ammo, blows out your candle
+Have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Gano
+Release the info, .44 increase your heart tempo
+Scared your ass, you jumped through a closed window
+To a hundred beats per second, my mic's secret weapon
+Infuriate your style to that of Led Zeppelin
+Encyclopedia Britannica, Hanna-Barbera
+World of Super Adventure couldn't give a proper word
+Of the scripture of my manner
+You're just a flicker to my inferno, we burn for eternal
+MCs delight popcorn, we popping every kernel
+Jot this in your journal, reach hot like a thermal
+Nuclear explosion, undermine control of your country
+Like the Federal Enforcement Management Agency
+My technique be vocabulary freak
+C-cyphers say my divine is like Dante's Peak
+At most, you'll be trapped off in Patmos
+Get smacked in the back of your neck with the black toast
+King Cobra black brew pack and barefoot
+On the roof dusted out, waiting for chariots
+Popping like Orville Redenbacher or Betty Crocker
+The Pop Secret is the .45 Glock popper
+Control men like rats that's controlled by Ben or Willard
+American Express privileges, blood spillage
+We got more bars than billets, Star-Spangled Banner
+Soldier stand up, Cobra Commander stop the propaganda
+Thirty shot banana clip, full-loaded, radar scanners get decoded
+Digital warfare torments your head, eyes bloated
+Heads exploded, poison darts quoted
+American eagle stinging up Blue Beetle Bailey
+On the rocks mixed with Hennessey daily
+Keep these scaly Israeli niggas from the Clan
+We ride the Amistad & harness the promised land
+
+[Verse 3: Dr. Doom]
+You can't escape from the Doctor of Doom, my lyrics loom on buffoons
+And take flight like witches brooms at full moon
+On all you Dum-Dums, wash your filthy rhymes away like soap scum
+The warlord swing flaming swords just like a shogun
+Of the darkness, my scriptures cause arson like flaming arches
+My Killa Bee sting remains accurate like a marksman
+So take precaution, we attack like black Martians
+Corner the market by using digital strategies
+Reefer sparks my acid battery, y'all niggas flatter me
+With all that tough talk, I drop bombs like Mookie Blaylock
+From the outside or the inside, create intense rides
+When my pen glides all MCs will get their head fly
+For talking shit, lyrics always strike throughout my dungeon pit
+Killa Bees must reign supreme throughout the continent
+We conquered it, motherfuckers
+
+[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
+The beat terminal, exquisite young Cooley High production
+Caught up in the hollow head suction
+Ten pogo sticks, two black belts that break bricks
+Diet Coke meetings with the rich, I'm faithfully
+Married to Rap, we've been engaged for twelve years
+Tyson bit Holyfield's ear, we love the sport
+Look out your window, now see, pull up the shade
+Y'all be amazed, me Tony Starks spaceship
+Ran by a Duracell, the only man out walked through Hell
+Dick swinging like shit went well
+Call it the mighty Joe Young, double swirl slush
+Wonder Woman's sapphire shit with the pearls
+It looked real nice yo, heavy on the gravy
+Dirt bagged the secretary in the graze
+She typed eighty words from whirlwinds to whirlpools
+Openly sea, watch the Earth spin, Sunny dance with the serpent
+Who shot JJ it was Mudbone, the same nigga riding the train
+Same nigga with his name on his jacket
+Swift and changeable, inhaled the bad bag of that Jason
+Fell out twice in the basement, straight up and down y'all
+**************************************************
+U Can’t Stop Me Now[Intro: RZA]
+Round up, round up, round up, round up
+Round up, round up, round up, round up...
+
+[Hook]
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+
+[RZA]
+The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes
+While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes
+Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up
+A few G's a week, my clique used to sum up
+Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up
+My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up
+And cops flood the block, no way to eat
+So I dropped a half a G on a rented SP
+1200 Sampler, and a Yamaha Four-Track
+The bass from the lab used to blow the fuckin' door back
+While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up
+Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up
+Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up
+Givin' grown ass women two vials for a dick suck
+When I was stressed I would head to the rest
+Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed
+Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat
+In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP
+We went platinum, *whoo-peesh*, yeah we flatten 'em
+Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em
+Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zu is bombin' 'em
+All around the world, Killa Beez start swarmin' 'em
+You can't stop us, you can't block us
+Rock us or mock us, knock us or top us
+Better sit back and watch us...
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Inspectah Deck]
+Can't stop me man...
+No matter how hard, you better go hard
+So hard, if you gonna try and stop me now
+I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild
+Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down
+Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride
+Without a homicide, case and trial
+It's a long time comin', long nines bustin'
+Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin'
+Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin'
+The shit that I been through, things that I've seen
+The chicks that I ran through, places I've been
+I'm a victim of the very song I sing
+That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it
+Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics
+I'mma hold my head, stay true to where my heart is
+Either you pay with your life, or you pay dues and homage
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+A Word From RZA [Album Trailer][A Word From RZA]:
+Yo, peace and blessings
+My name is the RZA, from the all mighty Wu-Tang Clan
+I'm zonin' in with my home girl, SZA
+Self-savior, Zig-zag-zig, Allah
+Yeah, I think you can take it that far mama
+You know what I mean?
+Cut loose the drama
+No melodrama
+Rise to the top
+Claim yo karma
+And it's my honor
+To drop this lesson
+It's my honor
+To give this blessing
+
+[S (Self-savior)]:
+Self-savior
+Sophisticated syncopations
+Smokers several strands of high potency stimulation
+A soulful songstress
+See, sometimes a woman is the strongest one inside the cypher
+So why y'all niggas all getting hyper, huh?
+She could be stubborn born, yeah, but she could never be stupid
+You may think that she's being strange
+Nah, she's being wise and being studious
+
+[Z (Zig-Zag-Zig)]:
+Reverse the S, it's stress girl, return it back to a Z
+The zig-zag-zig, yeah
+So find a zig in me
+The Xena who could rise again
+Up on the ashes like a phoenix
+Usable zillionaires
+So fuck all y'all rap billionaires
+Haha, hey
+Self-savior boy, we told you, you better save yourself
+You stupid motherfuckers, you putting wealth before yo health
+In every drop of semen, there's a potential human being
+In every man that's born through the womb of a woman is born here as a free man
+In every womb will carry the chance for life and infinity
+In every woman she has inside her divine identity
+But y'all got it backwards boy
+So you need to get smacked backwards boy
+Back into the past
+Yo, let's backtrack their ass
+And zero out these zombies
+These weak ass Uncle Tommys
+My-
+
+[A (Allah)]:
+Yo, see Allah's the all I see and the all knowin', the all flowin'
+Over land, sea, sky and the ocean
+The controller of space, time, and motion
+From darkness of the universe to the first letter of this verse
+Amplified through your Apple device
+Appearing as a voice, her, SZA
+Cut through them, paper thin
+Open up their ears and let the melodies enter in
+And whether sober or drunk, smokin' bongs, or smokin' blunts
+Let's get it mama, they can't front
+With self-savior, zig-zag-zig through apex
+Nah, ain't nothin' change
+But yo, yo baby girl
+Do what the fuck you gon' do and shine on these niggas, aight
+So they can understand, yo
+**************************************************
+Ich kenne nichts (das so schön ist wie du)[Intro: RZA]
+You know they say
+In every mans life, there comes a time
+When you got struck by the arrow of cupid
+By the love of God, or the beauty of a woman
+And sometimes this love, brings thunder into your life
+And it brings the storm, sing about it
+
+[Verse 1: Xavier Naidoo]
+There is more to love like this
+Love is more then just a kiss
+Will we take you to that step
+Will we do more than just connect
+And will you, bring the thunder in my life
+And the fire in my eyes
+Cause then there, will be days of pleasure and
+Everything far will be so near
+
+[Refrain: Xavier Naidoo]
+I have never felt thunder (thunder)
+And lightning (lightning) like this
+I have never been strucked by (strucked by)
+A wonder (a wonder) like this
+
+[Verse 2: Xavier Naidoo]
+Ich könnte tagelang nur von dir erzählen
+Ohne deinen Namen auch nur einmal zu erwähnen
+Unter Schmerzen oder unter Tränen
+Würde dein Name als meine Linderung dienen
+Jede deiner Bewegungen sind erstrebenswert und
+Jede Stunde mit dir ist so lebenswert und
+Nichts ist vergleichbar mit dem, was du gibst
+Mit dem, was du zeigst, wie du lebst und wie du liebst
+
+[Chorus: Xavier Naidoo]
+Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts
+Das so schön ist wie du
+Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts
+Das so schön ist wie du
+Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts
+Das so schön ist wie du
+Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts
+Das so schön ist wie du
+
+[Verse 3: Xavier Naidoo]
+Schöne Tage mit dir sind kostbar
+So kostbar wie der Weg zum Morgenstern
+Ich zelebriere sie wie einen Festtag
+An dem ich immer wieder neues von dir lern'
+Im Moment ist es das Schönste, dich zu kennen
+Dich zu kennen, ist wie das Beste, das ich hab'
+Verzeih mir, aber dieses sag' ich nochmal
+Deinen Namen zu nennen, ist wohl das Schönste, was ich sag'
+
+[Chorus: Xavier Naidoo]
+Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts
+Das so schön ist wie du
+Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts
+Das so schön ist wie du
+Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts
+Das so schön ist wie du
+Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts
+Das so schön ist wie du
+**************************************************
+Fatal[Intro: Blade: Trinity Soundtrack [RZA]]
+Blade... Ready to die
+I was born ready, motherfucker
+Daywalker, daywalker
+Daywalker, daywalker
+
+[RZA]
+Yo... Yo, yo
+It's the feast of the blood with sin, unleash the beast within
+I walk around, with the strength of a hundred men
+You best be gone before I count to ten
+Blood dripping from my canine, like a fountain pen
+It seems I've been asleep for a thousand years
+The way my world has changed, it brings me a thousand tears
+Prince of darkness, they walk through the rays of light
+To this breed of vampire, I'm the prototype
+The shape shifting, mirror image, flash phototype
+To everlast, an original red blood O type
+"He was born perfect, and just like the great white shark, this guy has never had to evolve"
+
+Daywalker, daywalker
+Daywalker, daywalker
+Daywalker, daywalker
+Daywalker, daywalker
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Try to use my name, that's fatal
+Tried to claim my fame but that's fatal
+About to bring the pain, that's fatal
+Bite through your jugular vein, that's fatal
+
+Try to use my name, that's fatal
+Tried to claim my fame but that's fatal
+About to bring the pain, that's fatal
+Bite through your jugular vein, that's fatal
+
+Daywalker, daywalker
+Daywalker, daywalker
+
+[Bridge: RZA]
+Come on, walk with me
+Come on, walk with me
+Come on, walk with me
+Come on, walk with me
+Come on, walk with me
+Come on, walk with me
+Come on, walk with me
+Come on, walk with me
+Come on, walk with me
+
+"You're not immortal, I must of heard hundreds of rodents make the same claim, and each one of them tasted the bitter end of my sword"
+
+[RZA]
+I strike back with a vengeance, the father of descendents
+And I can't be deflected, by your silver cross pendants
+Blow the holy water, you make the false images
+One swing from the sickle, ahh, your life diminishes
+Sting like the scorpion, strike with the force of ten
+My blood is known to revitalize corpse of men
+In the last days, they said the dead would walk again
+The blind, deaf and the dumb will talk again
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+N.Y.C. Everything[Hook: Bobby Digital]
+From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
+Now Why See everything
+Niggas who sling, Shaolin cats thrown inside of bing
+Bobby Digital got the golden seal sting
+
+[Verse 1: Bobby Digital]
+Rhyme star, I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
+My ten strike combo deletes your power bar
+Dr. Octopus tentacle, sing a simple song
+Bob Digital instrumental, nothing's identical you biter
+Non-writer, Mr. Potato Head, Ore-Ida deep-fried crinkle cut
+One single cut fucks your whole LP up
+You must be stupid you liar, I'm the purifier, live wire
+Hip Hop reviver, a suicide mission you're committing
+Go against the Wu-Tang henchmen
+Perfect precision marksman, spit darts and rip charts and
+Archery, shots aimed at your heart and
+Daffy duck us, we still bring the motherfucking ruckus
+Project Killa Hill be the buckest
+Smoke blunts drink Bud Light beer with Buzz Lightyear
+Went from here to infinity but I'm right here
+Bobby Digital, overthrow your whole citadel
+Mister Pitiful, your whole rap stack is despicable
+Undernourished, your shit cannot flourish
+Cherish every moment of this love before you perish
+Bitch - ka-chich ka-chich - watch me switch
+Looking for a bird I can hitch
+Enter your atmosphere, dig your pussy out like a pap smear
+Make you smile, at the same time crack a tear, smack your rear
+Vagina saliva, Trojan wear, rough rider
+Up inside ya, dick applehead opens up your clit wider
+Taste the apple cider, you become strong, then become a bride of
+(Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi)
+Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's Secret wedgie
+
+[Hook x2]
+(replace "golden seal sting" with "killa bee sting")
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man]
+Drink a Heineken, as we go inside the mind again
+Never minding men, dropping gem, can he shine again
+Most definite, let this be my last will and testament
+For the pessimist, exercise for the Exorcist
+Johnny Treacherous, like Three
+I'm supposed to be perpetuous
+Decimate the poetry get everything that's close to me
+The lecherous, Jonathan
+King of the seven seas, battle with Leviathan, the Methodist
+Poly to your deficit, hit it up
+If I can't live it up somebody gotta give it up
+John J., blow em out the water Dr. Bombay
+Your bitch look like Strange, rubbing me the wrong way
+Burn one and saute, bringing you different ways of sword play
+They busting bullets over Broadway, deep cover
+I'm like Larry when the fish burn, I burn rubber
+Cause I'm not an easy lover
+Ten to midnight, butt naked with a knife
+Ask my A-alikes, I've been crazy all my life
+Hard time homicide, time fly, do or die
+Crooked S and crooked I, scripture from the darkside
+Johnny 5, I reside, in the killa bee hive
+Only the strong gon' survive
+
+[Outro: Method Man]
+From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born
+Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
+Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
+Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
+From the depths of the Killa to the top of Now Born
+Wildin' on Staten Island be the poet John John
+Can't forget Bobby, if I did I'd feel gyp
+Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
+**************************************************
+Insomnia[Hook girl]
+Bobby, come on baby
+Let's lay down and let's get some sleep (Word)
+Bobby.. come here baby
+Lay down, let's get some sleep
+
+[RZA]
+One two, yo, 280 grains of gun powder stuffed inside the cartridge
+Split ya wig, drive you off the Geothal's Bridge
+Wild like a fiend of Herkimer
+Scholastic type brain like Ivan van Sertima
+I've got wolves that'll murder ya for a veggie burger
+Spaghetti heads, meet the heavy burner
+I put a oodle up in ya noodle
+Then I head to the dread spot for a bag of that doodoo
+Black photographic, I don't know no magic
+But I know how to hold a 4 automatic
+Add a nickel to it son if you have to add it
+Better make sure ya kevlaar is steel padded
+One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, I've got beaucoup cess
+Get pupu from best bitches plus I shoot through vests
+Drive Fast Cars, crash bars at 5 AM
+Stash jars of hash inside the backyard
+
+[Hook]
+
+[RZA]
+I can't sleep like a child on Christmas Eve
+Like a tender head girl in a shop gettin' a weave
+Like a woman in labour about to produce the seed
+Or Method Man with PlayStation and an ounce of weed
+Some say it's hard to distinguish, my form of broken English
+When spoke, the light I provide it cannot be extinguished
+Or eclipsed by a 1000 moons, I stay in tune
+And praise the Most High past the day of the doom
+I squeeze black rubber grip 22 D's on the rims
+Squeal out, leavin' black rubber skids, other kids
+Couldn't match to the old Pistol Pete Rock, beat stop
+The heat pops, you better get your mother kid
+This is Bad News Bears, like Eddie Munster
+I keep a dragon under my stairs
+Plus a gun in my hat, ain't no runnin' from that
+Ain't no runnin' with that pack
+The Poison Apple, dunn, I crush Kings
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+B.O.B.B.Y.[Intro: RZA]
+Ultimate Breakbeats and shit right?
+Niggas still making money offa those shits
+Looping the same shits for a thousand years and shit, right?
+
+[Hook 1: RZA]
+The B, the O, the B, the B, the Y
+The D, the I, the G, the I, the T, the A, the L
+(Repeat x2)
+Digital
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+You know us to be robust, the greatest crew since Cold Crush
+This poisonous slang keep MCs avoiding us
+Can't think about the proper remedies for destroying us
+Your best bet black is sit back and start enjoying us
+And run your commissary, attack your coronary
+I'm with every revolutionary
+Honorary and sonic electronic brain like Johnny Mnemonic
+Get boosted from the sorrow and went Wu-tonic
+You be fickle, get your tongue thrown into a jar of pickle
+To serve to your bird with cheese and pumpernickel
+Beefsteak Charlie, a classic like Marley Marl
+Tie your ass down and run you over with a trolley car
+My nigga Lucky keep 'em Bucky like Dent
+Intent, read the fine print
+It says, "Do not enter or cross the lines
+You be tossed behind and forced to submit to the rhyme"
+
+[Hook 2: RZA]
+B-O-B-B-Y
+D-I-G-I-T-A-L
+(Repeat x3)
+Digital, Digital
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+.44 in the holster strapped tight by the Velcro
+Steel padded vest on the chest, arm knife on the elbow
+Pointed rings resemble Killa Bee stings
+Instrumental of slinging swords, taking a buck bring
+Rain, hail, snow, earthquakes, search your mental birth date
+50 straight push-ups keep the body in perfect shape
+Just got hit on the hip by this bird talking 'bout
+She got a blister on her lip, that comes from not gargling after sucking
+I'm toggling the buttons on my cell-phone
+Call my nigga Tone, the well known
+Bubble goose feathers made 'em think it's Carl Weathers
+Solid chrome Beretta 9s stuffed inside the Wu leather
+Hot shots melt through your pleather
+Never Ending Story not from the Land of Nether
+We fight for our rights to the death like Medgar Evers
+Wu-Tang Clan Forever, All In Together Now
+
+[Hook 2: RZA]
+B-O-B-B-Y
+D-I-G-I-T-A-L
+(Repeat x3)
+Digital, Digital
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Up from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
+Ol' Earth kept a nigga spoilt
+Though the reigns to my veins remain royal, burning up
+High speed dub, my CD spins like a hub-cap on a Ac'
+Tre-pound snub rap we might joust
+Fresh spring water from the Alps
+Stalked like a tomahawk, Indian bitch you get scalped
+Like a ticket sold in Cleveland, you feel me in
+And now I stream up your bone marrow
+Wu-Tang song last long as Christmas carols
+Niggas throw darts, I'm shooting flaming arrows
+Pierce through your physical faculties with pinpoint accuracy
+You don't wanna battle me
+
+[Hook 1]
+
+[Hook 2]
+**************************************************
+A Day to God Is 1,000 Years (Stay With Me)[Intro: Billie Holiday]
+I wanna stay with you, forever
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, yo, the A-1 sauce, the Divine Force
+My mind blind force is known to blow time off course
+Even, if I rode around the world on a blind horse
+Strapped down, I'd still get my point across
+Allah is father of all
+You debate whether big, whether small
+Whether short, whether tall
+Whether dense, whether length
+Whether strength, whether width
+Either man, animal, bird or fish
+Whether, black or white, more shapes than snowflakes
+Existin', everywhere but you still can't locate
+The man of steel couldn't bend me
+Time couldn't end me
+Even the great devil Satan that tried to befriend me
+Understand the equality, God in a bodily form
+Lettin' my knowledge be born
+Lettin' my knowledge be born
+
+[Break: Billie Holiday]
+I wanna stay with you, forever
+
+[Verse 2]
+Yo, yo, yo
+I be the fatal flyin', I'm like NATO flyin'
+Over your country and droppin' down forty tons of iron
+Filled with explosives, your chance is hopeless
+We have your head poppin' up like the blowfish
+I'm not talkin' Hootie, nigga pass the zootie
+I could bag the cootie, maybe smoke the ootie
+The runaway train with no track
+I got the heart of Faye Dunaway whippin' that child with the coatrack
+T.V. droppin' bombs or droppin' germs
+Baby moms in the courthouse, she's droppin' terms
+Guns go off, bustin' all directions
+D.J. choose, another fuckin' dope selection
+
+[Break: Gladys Knight & the Pips & Billie Holiday]
+Memories like the corners of my mind
+I wanna stay with you, forever
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yo, the pen is mightier than the sword, as I face my worldly challenge
+In the scale of justice and my heart remains balanced and neutral
+My respect for all men is mutual
+As my thoughts surpass a level to which you devils compute to
+You've been given the chance to hear the true and living
+So do the knowledge, son, before you do the wisdom
+So you can understand, how the thunder and
+Lightning above your head is caused by the Son of Man
+We experimentin' with high explosions
+That cause the place to quake and the surface erosions
+The earth produce lava like the mouth produce saliva
+This wisdom goes deeper than your scuba diver
+In search for the pearl jewels sold to Tiffany
+My verbal heart symphony will strike the epiphany
+Insight, ignite, and then men might, see love and hell
+Hell and right, then excel, to be masters of your circumference
+First, by obtainin' mastery of your common sense
+This supreme wisdom clears a man's vision
+You can see it through the lies and the phantasm
+Of the equivocal, two-faced political individual
+Who's only out for residual, fabricatin' lies
+To eradicate the wise
+But we come to civilize and gravitate to the skies
+Of the heavenly celestial sphere
+Trust me, son, it's dear, in between your ears
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+A day to God is a thousand years
+Men walk around with a thousand fears
+The true joy of love bring a thousand tears
+In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares
+
+[Outro: Billie Holiday]
+I wanna stay with you forever
+**************************************************
+The Birth[Intro: RZA & Daddy-O]
+Yeah, you know what I mean?
+'Cause yo, this right here this is called Knowledge of Self
+When you apply that to yourself, you know yourself
+You know what I'm saying?
+Yo; it's gonna get your third eye open
+You can see things for what they are
+And not what they appear to be
+When the God gave me the knowledge
+And pass this information to me, it's just-
+Whatever, the God right there
+Yo Peace, Born Knowledge, Peace God
+Peace what up Bobby?
+Yo, yo, don't even call me Bobby no more, man
+What I call you?
+My name is Prince Rakeem, you know what I'm saying?
+What's Today's Mathematics?
+I see Today's Mathematics is being wisdom
+Let me explain like this to you God, how I see it
+
+[Hook: sample]
+Ever since my Birth (don't worry!)
+I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!)
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+They say wisdom, is the wise words spoken
+By a brother attemptin' to open
+The graves, of these mentally dead slaves
+Who've been lost on a cross, for decades
+And centuries, lookin' for the liberty
+But receive nothin', but misery
+And hard times, and things of that nature
+By the devil in a genocide caper
+Little Boy Peep, has lost his sheep
+But I found 'em, in a deep long sleep
+Nine thousand miles away from home
+Livin' the life of a modern-day Flintstone
+We the people, supposed to be equal
+But the men who wrote that, they was evil
+Slave owners, who did not include us
+They just used us, and abused us
+First they trick you, then mentally kill you
+And use technologies, to rebuild you
+This whole plan was a perfect scam
+See that's why they called it, the Six Million Dollar Man
+Six is the limitation of the Devil
+In the Million square miles of land that he settles
+Put you in a three piece suit, give you loot
+Chemicals in your head to make you look cute
+They use you as a fool to deceive your own people
+And fillin' my children head with pins and needles
+But I'll take out the pins you inserted
+And I'll avenge all my mothers that you murdered
+And brutalized, by this modern form of slavery
+To speak the truth it takes bravery
+And no man could stop my flow
+Because I know what I speak and I speak what I know
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+What, becomes of a broken family?
+Dreams are crushed and there's no more family
+
+[Hook: sample + RZA]
+Ever since my Birth (don't worry!)
+I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!)
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Yo, as a life can be slowed down 20 frames per second
+Seen through Panavision
+The inner light inside my mind's shines expands the prism
+A man of wisdom, victorious and the glorious
+Sight beyond sight we stand up as Divine Warriors
+Who smite with the mighty right hand of God
+Yield the holy sword, swings the holy rod
+Then bathe in the pond of Nirvana, escape the realm of Karma
+Allow the true grace of God to shine through my persona
+And build the reconstructional terms that's constructive
+As we destroy the negative germs that's destructive
+Productively, sincerely, we uphold the righteous banner
+With the gold touch of Midas, mold the righteous hammer
+And anvil, to the sound of Man-drill
+Ignite to the speed of light cause time to stand still
+Rewrite the script of Egypt, who made the Holy Bible
+Or Koran, how long ago, who made the Holy Title?
+Of I Self Lord And Master, who control the vital
+Parts of your heart, who wrote the wise recitals?
+Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
+Still puzzled like the jigsaw
+
+[Hook: sample]
+Ever since my Birth (don't worry!)
+I've had no one to care (worried all I know... yeah!)
+**************************************************
+Grits[Chorus: Allah Real]
+When I was small
+We had nothing at all
+We used to eat Grits
+For dinner
+It was pain
+Almost drive a man insane
+What we could find for
+To survive another day
+But I said nah
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+An old killa bee once hummed me a tune
+Stay up at night, don't sleep on ya moon
+Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room
+Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon
+Old Earth in the kitchen yell, "It's time to eat"
+Across the floor, you hear a dozen stampeding feet
+One pound box of sugar and a stick of margarine
+A hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin'
+Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit' the gravy
+Used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby
+Steamy hot meal serve less than five minutes
+Big silver pot, boilin' water, salt in it
+House full of brothers and sisters, the pop's missin'
+Pilgrim on the box on the stove in the kitchen
+
+[Chorus: Allah Real]
+When I was small
+We had nothing at all
+We used to eat Grits
+For dinner
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+Yo, young shorties in my hood started hustlin'
+Packin' bags at the neighbourhood associate
+Growin' up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit
+I'm too young, no jobs'd hire me legit
+You walkin' down the street with ya gun in ya hand
+Drinkin, thinkin' of a masterplan
+Your Old Earth can't afford what ya friends got
+So you roll up to the spot, with ya thing 'pon cock
+And it seems worth the takin', stomach achin'
+MorningStar veggie bacon go good with the grits
+Now let's take it back for real; when we used to build
+At ghetto big wheels with the shoppin' cart wheels
+And wood to nail the seat on, girls skippin' rope in the street
+The Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet
+Skelly chief, flippin' baseball cards for keeps
+Momma said it's gettin' late, and it's time to come eat
+
+[Chorus: Allah Real]
+When I was small
+We had nothing at all
+We used to eat Grits
+For dinner
+It was pain
+Almost drive a man insane
+What we could find for
+To survive another day
+But I said nah
+**************************************************
+Drift[Verse 1-Blake Perlman]
+When the Earth collides
+Two hearts, two souls combine
+One love of humankind, in heaven's name
+No time for fear or blame
+Inside, we are the same
+
+[Hook-Blake Perlman]
+We feel it all, we feel the rise before the fall
+Although divided us, we feel it all, we feel it all
+
+[Verse 2-Blake Perlman
+We feel it all, the rise and fall
+We drift inside each other, all we have is one another
+United we can never fall
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3-RZA]
+The great scientist minds, militaries combined
+Formed the greatest weapons to defend mankind
+From the bottomless pit, it's the apocalypse
+Egypt, Okinowa, they threatened the populous
+Nations of man must stand its terror
+Two hearts ripped apart, they come together
+Some bonds rejoined they cannot be severed
+Brother, true to color, we all need each other
+We look beyond these borders just to see each other
+The fate of the world is upon our shoulders
+A soldier tell his father goodbye, you can see the proudness
+A gleam of hope appears in his eye
+No one knows for whom the bell tolls
+A strong might body, hundred tons of steel
+Kaiju, facing the enemy that stands before us
+We feel it all, they're trying to destroy us!
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro-Blake Perlman]
+We drift inside each other, all we have is one another
+United we can never fall
+**************************************************
+Why Why Why[Intro: Swnkah]
+A mi name Swnkah, comin' live
+Kingston fight, black roots, youths from [?]
+Big up RZA, Mathematics, all Wu-Tang Clan
+A we come for Chinatown to Babylon
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+If I put my fist through the face of a racist
+Smack 'em tasteless
+Would I face three cases in court, locked in places
+Or shackled to a seat of a bus, a hundred of us
+Life in America shouldn't be so tough
+We got western civilization got me fighting for my civil rights
+After fighting scores of war, we still fight for our civil rights
+To be equal citizens with equal opportunity
+Equal chance to advance and uplift our communities
+But instead we getting shot in the head
+Like a black man life ain't worth a loaf of bread
+"Stop or I shoot," you stop, they still shoot
+Buck, buck, buck they stomp you out with steel boots
+
+[Hook: Swnkah]
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+They trying to distract us from our practice
+And shackle us up, mentally retract us backwards
+Attack us like the prophet on the way to Damascus
+It's like we huddle up, had control of the ball, let 'em sack us
+Now they overtax us as if they want to collapse us
+Don't be diluted by this foolishness
+30 years old man still want nothing do with this
+Try to find career and a beer on the weekend
+And a freak he could take to the crib on the weekend
+SUV, XM, heat, only plays the Weeknd
+Only wanna fuck you 5 AM with no tweeting
+Honey's 25 should be working but she's twerking
+Nobodies tripping she could make money from stripping
+And I'm sitting in the back sipping my 'yac
+Can't help but thinking that "What does her father think of that?"
+Probably because I got a daughter
+I heard Money Mayweather, he makes it rain without water
+He dropped 50 G's at a strip club near the border
+A dozen women crawling on all fours up
+Woah, hey, you should've saw her
+You should've took that money to a college campus
+But then again, I guess momma needed some Pampers
+But from my view, these wizards need some pampering
+Not [?] stop looting and tamperin' with the essence
+Even with a lack of substance
+And she wonders why, why, why she can't keep her husband?
+
+[Interlude: Swnkah]
+We come to unite people
+Every color, every race
+Every shape, every face
+All around the nation
+No discrimination
+Peace and love [?]
+From generation to generation
+Jah, [?] not take it no more
+[?] RZA, Wu-Tang Clan, take it to there
+(Oh, why, why?)
+
+[Verse 3: Swnkah]
+It's getting realer
+Streets gettin' hotter, I could feel it
+Who am I to put a gun to another
+I'm just trying to show love to my brother
+Hands up, I just pray to God I make it out
+(Stop killin' [?])
+Is my life not enough, am I hard to love
+If it's America we trusted each other knock me down
+And I'm just trying to live it up
+Only one life to live and I ain't trying to give it up
+
+[Hook: Swnkah]
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why?
+
+[Outro]
+Oh, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why?
+Oh, why, why, why, why?
+**************************************************
+La Rhumba[Intro: Ndira]
+Here we are..
+Bobby, I was just wondering, you know
+About me and you, tonight
+If we could go do a little Rhumba
+Dance, you just think about it and let me know
+
+[Hook: Ndira]
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Rhumba? What's Rhumba?
+I'm sayin' though, what?
+I'm sayin'..
+Yo, what up Butter Pec'? Girl, you got me shy to speak
+You the same dime piece that I saw last week
+On the dancefloor, yo, the way you glide
+Make a club of thugs do the Electric Slide
+Pretty in pink, come here, let me buy you a drink
+Armaretta sour orders put us both in sync'
+My name is Bobby and I don't usually dance that much
+I play the wall, but girl, you got that magic touch
+That lured me in like a fly into the spider's web
+Not these everyday hoes sweatin' ghetto celebs
+Power Rule, I heard you got the good Power-U
+Let's slip to my crib for an hour or two
+
+[Hook]
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba
+
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba
+
+[Verse 2: Method Man + Killa Sin]
+Hey, hey, hey..
+Uh, uh, uh, uh..
+Eh eh eh eh eh..
+Hey, Butter Pecan what's that lingo you speakin'?
+It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend (True)
+I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in
+Your popi two-way beepin', let him know that you cheatin'
+Runnin' 'round indecent exposed without no clothes
+There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows
+You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose
+We can play doctor soon as I drop my Girbauds
+I don't wanna dance baby girl, it's like my legs is on strike
+Boogie that ass to the bar, snatch a Remi, no ice
+I'm in the corner, we can vibe all night
+Polite, I need a bag of that grass
+To blast me out of sight like a satellite
+Bigga what up? Yo, long time, good to see you
+Look at shorty ass shakin' like the system in my vehicle
+Clubbin', twenty deep, buggin', all types of funny freaks
+Mouths wide shut, we let our love for the money speak
+
+[Hook]
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Yo
+Open season, open fire, Beretta barbed wire
+First platoon strike soon, scud-missile on the whistle
+Up in the club with the pistol
+This chick bumped into me like, "You big joint official?"
+Indeed, so? Blow out your back, yo
+She was like, "Yo, negro, negro"
+Puffin' all that trash, you best to see so (so so)
+So I introduced her nightcap, she was like, "I like that"
+Later on tonight, you know, I gotta spit that
+Flow and a half, blow at her back
+I like it rough, and I hope she's rough back
+She was like say her name
+I was like, "Say mine back"
+She was like, "Yo, daddy, daddy, daddy"
+I love it like that, Beretta stay givin' it
+Power-U so good, I just might have to jizz in it
+
+[Hook]
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba
+
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba
+
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba
+
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo en esta Rhumba
+Esta bueno, porque esta es La Rhumba
+Ven bailar conmigo esta Rhumba
+**************************************************
+Just Blowin’ in the Wind[Hook: RZA]
+Blow, blow, blow, blowin' in the wind
+I'm, I'm, I'm, just, just, blowin' in the wind
+Wind, wind, I'm, I'm, just blowin' in the wind
+Wind, blowin' in, blowin' in, blowin' in the wind
+Wind, wind, wind
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Stronger then the locomotive, duffel bags of explosive
+Make a savage disappear, like it's magic, hocus pocus
+Auto focus memory, like the Canon 7D
+Sharing heaven with my brethren, laying up with seventy
+Persian virgins made for splurging, for deserving worthiest
+Swerving on the merging traffic, boy, I'm impervious
+The flack attack cat, on crack-a-lack
+And Real Steel, like Hugh Jackman, black man with two mac tens
+And two white bitches who's computer hacking, when they menstruate, great
+They take it through the back end
+You got your advance, but I doubt you got your back end
+They thought I was out, but they brought me back in
+I'm sick like Colombiana, only dick, understands that
+Keep a nickel plated hammer, bammer blast, bark fast
+Faster than a camera, grenades and a canister
+They fading these amateurs, Hip Hop, God body
+Superman stamina, you better come clean like Jeru the Damaja
+Who's your hype man, is he also your manager?
+When you get sprayed, does he get paid to bandage ya?
+Kid, I will vanish ya, you know I will challenge ya
+The God will banish ya, to land far beyond our star spangled banner's up
+Better get your manners up, you was just a fan of us
+And you could never fuck with the Wu-Tang Clan and us
+
+[Verse 2: Zombie Juice]
+Dead walk and leaving foes in coffins
+No man alive can bare the shit that I walked in
+A brass instrument, vibration from the Iron Fist
+Blood drip like rain, pouring amongst men
+Walk with God, swing the, sword of a marksmen
+Penetrate the seeds, exterminate and defeat
+I'm obsolete and you plead, fear the hate I bring
+Cremate like the steam of a kettle
+Inhale the breath of the devil, inevitable what we bring
+The pleasure, and the pain, the measures in the game
+Infecting the world with methods, the chosen unrespected
+The martyr, bomb the entire army of liars
+Settle down, took it down, bring it down, just a notch
+My pride over standing, your soul I'm demanding
+Your heart filled with fear, I see it in your eyes
+Zombie gang nigga, on the rise
+
+[Verse 3: Meechy Darko]
+Darkness, darkness, all I see is darkness
+Flesh made of bronze, although I bleed I am heartless
+Impenetrable, fucking, unbreakable
+Leave you fake, the humble, overcoming, this is incapable
+Cuz pain, is what I cater to, in war there are casualties
+And I bring death to anyone from the free to the shackled feet
+We rape and pillage, leave your town in ruins
+I don't understand your tears, hate to me is an illusion
+And so is fear as well, my reign will reach through different realms
+And we feared in hell
+Blood from the foes soak my tattered clothes
+Beneath my toes lies the mountain pile of those
+Who chose to go against the most, unstoppable foes
+Thinking you can stop the unstoppable, think you just froze
+I'm the light, I'm the dark, I'm the right, I'm the wrong
+Man of Bronze, meets the Iron Arm
+Premonition while I'm writing scriptures on the Iron Horse
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Blow, blow, blow, blowin' in the wind
+I'm, I'm, I'm, just, just, blowin' in the wind
+Wind, wind, I'm, I'm, just blowin' in the wind
+Wind, blowin' in, blowin' in, blowin' in the wind
+Wind, wind, wind
+**************************************************
+Afro Theme[RZA]
+A man with no friends, only live for revenge
+Live his life off the henge, cut, through a thousand men
+Blade swing with the force of a cyclone
+Cut crystal and bone, pistol and chrome
+Stand in my path, you're a dead man
+I cut the whole world in half for the Number One headband
+Quest of a lonely soul, on a lonely road
+**************************************************
+The Saga Continues Intro[Intro: Samples]
+He's taking the test
+Do you know the consequences if you should fail the test?
+And not get to Death Alley
+My advice is not to try it
+I've made up my mind, I won't fail
+Don't you know, the men in there, will be fighting to kill?
+I know, they're all my brothers there, but they all have their orders though: fight to kill, and show no mercy to anyone. That's why they call it, "Death Alley"
+What do you prove, if you're killed?
+It simply proves, that I'm not good
+
+Wu-Tang Clan rocks the world
+
+[Ad lib: RZA]
+You guys ready?
+Yo, y'all mother-motherfuckin' there?
+This shit on? Yo
+Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows
+No, no, no, no, no, no
+Check it out, Zig-Zag, 2017, another Wu saga
+Continue like Buck Rogers in the 21st century and we still gotta duck the fucking coppers?
+Take it back to this top of the beat that I'ma fuck with now
+It's already happening? This shit is happening already?
+**************************************************
+Combat (Afro Season II Open Theme)[Sample]
+The legendary number one headband
+It's promise is power, omnipotence
+Immortality, but at what cost?
+One that is greater than any man can imagine
+And heavier than any man can bare
+No soul who has ever wore it's tattered grace
+Has ever escaped the torment of it's infinite burden
+Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
+
+[Intro: P. Dot w/ RZA laughing]
+Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
+Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Afro!)
+
+[Hook 2X: P. Dot (RZA)]
+So many times I had sneak up on them quicker
+With my finger on the trigger, like
+Like I'm pulling out my sword
+This is combat, man, this is war (Afro!)
+
+[RZA]
+Brain stained with the harbor, sword stained with the blood of martyrs
+Revenge is a never ending story, Afro's the author
+Trying to bother, the bare site of my father
+So I'm living today, like there's tomorrow
+Sword, inside my sheet, my heart is filled with beef
+For all the dead souls, that I chopped into piece
+Return, of the Afro sheen, fatal mean guillotine
+Sword in my hand, I want the number one headband
+
+[P. Dot]
+Ay, ay, ay
+Ay, ay, ay
+Ay, ay, ay
+Ay, ay
+
+[Hook 2X w/o RZA]
+
+[Outro: P. Dot]
+Ay, ay, ay
+**************************************************
+Unspoken Word[Produced by RZA]
+
+[Intro: RZA]
+Yo, where the beat, where the buzzin' at?
+It took ten-thousand years to find you
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+It's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open
+Controlled emotions freewill as the same token
+Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
+We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Word's on the street Dunn Dunn Bobby's going Digital
+Hovering the city inside the Wonder Woman's invisible jet
+Clouded by the Meth we move undetected
+In secret society sects, NARC's radar
+Suspected us to be a cumulus cloud, ejecting lightning
+Striking like a wild knuckle fight, in New Brighton
+A million strands of spider webs weaved to make my vest
+Chi energy compacted deep within my inner chest
+One touch of my eagle claw clutch rips your guts
+Brass head kill you fast with a rapid head bust
+Ninjas spying, the ammo flying, the steel iron
+Blow a nigga neck from his head like dandelions
+My team is a magazine of M-16's
+But we calmly defeat your army by blowing steam
+Noisy as a thousand barkin dogs, rap's sweat hogs
+Welcome back to the catalogue, Hip-Hop cyborg
+Bobby Digital, keyboard clogged bitch you analog
+We blowin smoke creating Scooby Doo fogs
+Escape cell block eight's my tape on the rocks
+Sean Connery, calmly bombin MC's, who stuck on my phenomenon
+
+[Bridge: RZA]
+Word up, no hurry up, for the merrier
+You worry Duck, you get touched by the razor cut
+You feel the flurry huh, don't worry yo
+You get cut by the razor, yo, yo, yo yo
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+The Wu rag tied around your head like a doo rag
+Carry large black guns in small school bags
+Funeral date will be engraved on the wall in roman numerals
+The Looney Tune niggas I be rollin with be screwin you
+Quick to make a nigga shit in his pants with one glance
+Laid back like a fat Huffy bike on the kickstands
+My Clan'll make the most hardrock chump turn to glass and shatter
+Leave no traces of your matter
+You kids playin hot feet, wait til you go to sleep I pull your teeth
+I'm vegetarian bitch, I don't need the beef
+So how I spell relief? Ruler Z, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head
+B.O.B.B.Y, you don't qualify
+You don't have supply, it's a natural high
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+It's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open
+Controlled emotions freewill as the same token
+Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
+We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two
+
+[Bridge 2]
+It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
+We see a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
+(Bobby you be on that bullshit) All the time
+(With them big words and shit) I free y'all niggas minds
+(What the fuck you think you are some king or something?
+Motherfucker you ain't shit, high profilin)
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Yo, yo, my enemies of the Killa Bee Clan's founds their peers
+Buried for a thousand years, or drowned in tears
+My unpredictable lyric script, is spine tingling
+Like slime from a baby's mouth, bitch niggas you be lingerin
+Bobby bobs panties from bitches with big asses
+(Bobby you be bugging) Girl my mind flashes
+My seeds be royal, niggas sweat muslim oil
+My Earth gave birth to the fertile crescent soil
+No time for fragile planet for small wombs
+My dick bust a universe, my nuts weigh a moon, stay in tune
+Champagne thoughts with Bud Light money, blunts dipped in honey
+Digital, make the gloomiest day feel sunny
+Slang slides slashes for him plan record upon the Lord
+Confuse you like a forty-eight track mixboard
+Milli phaser blast a hole in your back the size of moon craters
+These anti-crucified on my Technic crossfader
+Fuck the bloodshed, you be leakin your soul
+Physical mental emotion we will control
+Infinite darts I apply to your back like horse brandin
+I clear a thousand men with a jaw of an assbone, black Samson
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+It's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open
+Controlled emotions freewill as the same token
+Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
+We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two
+
+[Bridge 3: RZA]
+It's Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
+See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
+Slimy savages, against the Digital
+Fuck you Analog, the shit is critical
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+It's the unspoken word, you not heard, get your brains open
+Controlled emotions freewill as the same token
+Keep a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
+We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two
+
+[Bridge 4: RZA]
+Bobby Digital, word you can't ridicule
+See a snake in the garden, we get rid of you
+You slimy savages, shit is gettin critical
+Fuck you Analog niggas we be Digital
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Bobby Digital
+Word up fuck that (Bobby Digital)
+**************************************************
+Ohh, We Love You Rakeem(Prince Rakeem & Girl Talking)
+Yes aoow
+Sexy Stuff
+Aoo, oh Yeah! Definetly, ph Yeah
+
+[Chorus]
+Rakeem: I got too many ladies, I got to learn to say no
+Woman: Ohh, We Love You Rakeem
+Rakeem: I got too many ladies, yo, I got to learn to say no
+Woman: Ohh, We Love You Rakeem, Ohh Rakeem
+
+[Verse 1]
+Time is moving slow, life is a drag
+This money to make ya, more girls to bag
+Fully aware, so I step upon the square
+Lookin for what? The cooty and the chair
+Flex and I flex on the opposite sex
+Hit 'em off quick and step to the next
+It seems I'm a fiend for a sex routine
+Love to hear them scream
+(Woman: Ohh Rakeem)
+And my response is "Oh"
+Always satisfy them, you know how I flow
+But since I'm not lazy, I'm buck wild and crazy
+I kiss the bosoms, but never eat the daisies
+And my ladies love me deeply
+Because I'm handsome, charming and freaky
+And when they need me, they won't go
+And now I'm stuck, I should've said no
+
+Chorus 2:
+Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem
+Rakeem: And I love you to
+Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem
+Rakeem: Thank you
+Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem
+Rakeem: Your far too kind
+Woman: Ohh Rakeem
+Rakeem: Gosh
+Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem
+Rakeem: You feeling mutual love
+Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem
+Rakeem: Oh do you?
+Woman: Ohh we love you Rakeem
+Rakeem: Hmmmmm
+Woman: Ohh Rakeem
+
+[Verse 2]
+When I walk down the block
+The girls stop and clock
+They hop on my jock, cause I got mad props
+Tall & slim with the brown skin conflection
+Half them sweating my love and affection
+As I collect them, I must want to protect them
+Love them deeply, but never disrespect them
+I keep a tab on the large amount
+But sometimes I find myself losing count
+Of Latika, Diane, Lisa
+Stephanie, Jackie, Teresa
+Sharonda, um um, Veronica
+Latasha, Sinthia & Monica
+Nevertheless, you must give respect
+To the femine queens that the God selects
+I love them all, but even though
+I'm rather happy, I should've said no
+But yet my ego gets in the way
+And always something that I'll never say
+I'd just bag them, keep 'em under my wing
+Put them in a posse, and let them all sing
+
+Chorus 2(Rakeem saying these lines instead)
+Do you?
+Say it again baby
+Yes I like it
+Come on you can say it louder
+Cuz I love you all
+Thank you
+Rakeem Allah the greatest baby
+
+Chorus 1(to the end)(Rakeem talking in the back)
+**************************************************
+Try Ya Ya Ya* Thea saying "try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya" throughout the whole song
+
+[Intro: RZA]
+Digital... why...
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed
+You moving fast, reduce your speed
+Weak producers, imitate my beat
+When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet
+You can't break me, you get deflected
+Can't remake me, already perfected
+Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it
+Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected
+
+[RZA]
+I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor
+Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German lugers
+With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it
+Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed
+Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead
+Spread like plague, plus I wire taped the feds
+Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head
+Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed
+Deflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biases
+True lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lioness
+Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight
+You should pay attention to the words I articulate
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Monk]
+Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie
+And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie...
+You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesse
+By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left
+West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat
+Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat
+Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smoke
+Turning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk
+But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground
+I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down
+My morals, and my values, retire up on the richter
+Speak this vivid, so you clearly get the picture
+And description of a real one, standing in your mist
+I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit
+Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete
+King of the jungle, still no one can compete
+With my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn
+Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Must Be BobbyBo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..
+Bo-bby..
+Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..
+Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby.. Bo-bby..
+
+[RZA]
+Psssh. Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo! {​*Bobby Digital sound*}​
+Yo.. Bobby
+Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
+Yo, yo, RZA Bobby
+B-Bobby, yo
+Hit the bodega for a 40 ounce son, Garcia Vega
+Two bags of chips, and one pack of Now & Laters
+Flame tucked down to my nuts, on my last buck
+Only thing keep a nigga calm is a good fuck
+Loose-leaf cigarettes be dipped in wet
+Chicken of the seas get trapped inside my net
+With their clothes off, son when the gun goes off
+I'm bound to play Napoleon, and blow a nose off -
+Your Sphinx; your stumble rap style, your flow's off
+Like Kunta, tryin to run with his chopped toes off
+Unchallenged sword I yield the storm rider
+Clip full of ruffled-tip fast-actin long fire
+Four hundred grain cartridge, with steel casin
+Those who can't draw the crowd is still tracin
+The mic is cast to the floor and shapeshifted
+Heavy as the hammer of Thor you can't lift it
+So tense, bitch there's no defense
+This four-four inch'll make you jump the fence
+Right eye squinted; I speak brok-len english
+Stumble off the cold four-oh of Olde English Wu brew
+Two-two inside the shoe
+No describin what this heat, in my jacket could do
+I teach, seeds to read, never reach for the weed indeed
+Bow down to the great Bob Digi Digi
+
+(Bo-bby..) Yo, it must be Bobby
+(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
+(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
+(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be..
+
+I keep rice soaked in coconut milk mixed with tofu
+Sit in the sun six hours then I charge up like Goku
+Dragonball Z; imagine you're raggin me
+That's like walkin through a Blood hood flaggin a C
+Not, tryin to tell you how much weight we carry
+It may get, every snake in the tri-state buried
+Plus, Feds had one add, sayin I gun traffed
+I sold twenty million records bitch; some laugh!
+Fresh shafts of morning dew on Nancy Drew
+Sherlock Holmes crime sleuth couldn't figure the Wu
+You loaf of bread head, keep a sober head
+One point five mill a year's my overhead
+
+(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
+(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be Bobby
+(Bo-bby..) Oh, no, it must be Bobby
+(Bo-bby..) Yo, check, yo
+
+I keep MC's puzzled keep my dogs in the muzzle
+Ice cold forty ounce drink 'em down with one guzzle
+Son might spit a word at a bird, see if she chirp back
+Tall chocolate deluxe buttercup, off the meat rack
+A chickenhead scratch the yard for worms
+And roosters walk around with their heads in the perm
+I be spreadin knowledge keepin my third eye polished
+Never, chase for dollars to fulfill the black wallet
+You must be Bellevue, son, I walk with twelve jewels
+Afford anything this world could sell you
+Beats that the change the style'll rearrange ya
+BZA-Bobby! I'm strikin' you like Beatlemania
+
+Yo, it must be Bobby
+Oh, no, it must be Bobby
+Yo, son, it must be Bobby
+BZA-buh, BZA-wha', BZA-Bobby
+(Bo-bby..) Fuckin' up the mic is still my hobby
+(Bo-bby..) F-fuckin' up the mic is still my hobby
+(Bo-bby..) Yo, yo, it must be.. doo doo!
+(Bo-bby..) Yeah, yeah
+
+(Bo-bby..) - {​*repeat to fade*}​
+**************************************************
+Mantis[Intro: 'Invincible Shaolin' sample]
+The technique depends mainly on arm and finger strength
+Once you've that, then the next step is to learn how to pierce stone
+Well you might as well start practicing now
+Do you-Do you-Do you-Do you, do you know mantis legends?
+How it was it all started?
+It was fighting off this blackbird
+Although it was only a tenth of the bird's size
+It was a very valiant insect
+And that's why the technique needs a brave man
+And a strong one who isn't afraid of odds
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Welcome back to the Temple of Hip Hop and Sword Kenpo
+Lyrical rhyme nympho, b-boy Bob Digital
+Diamond crystal ring, solid gold bone rituals
+We be the humble, most calmest individuals
+Hard to spot microdots, we Sasquatch
+Stomp MCs, third eye Cyclops laser beam shots
+Being fired once the father get raised up
+We John Blaze up, abrasive heat from a phaser gun
+Never left for a stun dunn, Atilla the Hun
+Type Killa Park Hilla, eighteen wheeler
+Macks in the truck lanes from the rugged grains of Shaolin soil
+You red wolves be prowling
+Howling over the shit that got the whole world bowing
+We spoiled, one thousand swordsmen
+One thousand recordings, one thousand Wu stores and
+One thousand rap tours and global insurance
+Not your everyday occurrence
+My rhyme torments MCs with the fear of God
+You'll be cursed like Farad and struck by the iron rod
+Tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka-tchka-POW
+
+[Chorus: Tekitha]
+Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Black Titans
+Niggas battling, sword swinging
+Cutthroat women, whirlwind given, save the children
+Escape the poverty for living
+Let live, die by the mic, shadow skill by night
+Hell's Wind Staff, the wrath of Black Titans
+Niggas battling, sword swinging
+Cutthroat women, whirlwind given, save the children
+Escape the poverty for living
+Let live, die by the mic, shadow skill by night
+
+[Break: 'Invincible Shaolin' sample]
+Man-Mantis style isn't easy to learn
+A mantis is small but powerful
+With it's arms it can lift up many times it's own weight
+
+[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
+On behalf of the Wu-Tang Clan I'll display the Hong Kong
+Shaolin King Kong poems
+Slaps niggas in half from Kwangtung
+Ten Tigers scratch like Allah Math, the Hell's Wind Staff
+Watch the Eight Diagram strike the diaphragm
+Pierced lung minute funk tongue double-edged, sound the drum
+Here I come as predicted
+Holding the raw seal, all heads kneel
+7th Degree black mic skill is ill, listen to the guns holler
+Swallow the shell, East New York terrorist
+Break fool to this, madness, crazy low-hand
+Grabs the mic stand, smooth as water
+Spat Seven Seas you've not yet mastered
+Breathe and lungs wheeze, Earth kills
+I'm wrecking MCs, blood spills, meadow is round
+The piercing sound of silence deafens ears
+Fires fears, wood sharp eagle claw tears
+Tree from bark, hard to maintain control
+When you leaking, I stand with the strength of Job
+And hold pressure that'll bust your head, while I'm teaching
+Civilization, one having Knowledge
+Wisdom Understanding, culture refinement
+Not a savage in pursuit of happiness
+Thunderous Mantis, all chant this
+**************************************************
+I’ve Never Seen...[Intro: RZA]
+You know they say
+In every man's life, there comes a time
+When you get struck by the arrow of cupid
+By the love of God, or the beauty of a woman
+Sometimes this love, brings thunder into your life
+And it brings the storm, sing about it
+
+[Xavier Naidoo]
+There was once a love in this
+Love is more than just a kiss
+Will we take you to that step
+Will we do more than just connect
+And will you, bring the thunder in my life
+And the fire in my eyes
+Cause then there, will be days of pleasure when
+Everything far will be so near
+
+[Hook: Xavier Naidoo (woman)]
+I have never felt thunder (thunder)
+And lighting (lightning) like this
+I have never been struck by (struck by)
+A wonder (a wonder) like this
+
+[Xavier Naidoo]
+There aren't days where I can, stop talking about you
+There aren't days I can't stop, saying your name
+And I'm looking for ways in never, to part from you, ha-ha
+And everything change and you, still stayed the same
+
+[Hook 4X: Xavier Naidoo]
+I've never seen, and there's never been
+Anything, with the beauty of you
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, yo, yo
+Aiyo, shorty, I've never met someone so beautiful
+From your hair follicle to your finger nail cuticle
+Struck by the arrow of cupid, this love is deep rooted
+Like someone, took my heart sampled it and looped it
+To a song that's endless, passion brings the tempest
+I'll slay a thousand dragons to save my little princess
+A walking gift from God, you are my shining star
+The diamonds and gold that most men be mining for
+
+[Xavier Naidoo]
+Days that we shared our light treasures
+The treasure light fire is to mankind
+My hands will try to carry you to heaven
+But since I've seen you, you've brought heaven to my mind
+
+[Hook 4X]
+**************************************************
+Samurai Showdown (Raise Your Sword)*Intro: The RZA*
+Yo, it's a samurai showdown
+Samurai showdown...
+(Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me?
+You will die from the tip of my sword today
+Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm
+Right, prepare to die
+
+***Chorus: The RZA (x2)***
+Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords
+
+[The RZA]
+Yo, yo
+Hailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw, talon twirlin'
+One swirl of the fatal sword splits your eyelid
+Wu Killa Bees' stingers back on the swarm again
+BZZZZZZ, the alarm again, six direction weapon deflectin
+Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets
+Steel fragments bein chipped off a slingin sword slash
+With the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag
+He drove a ninety-nine Jaguar
+Quick to pick a lock, lick a shot
+Respect the Bloods and Crips a lot
+Plus the God from Ride saggin in his seat, blastin Wu beats
+Tryin to plot his next hit
+He took a drag of the eight elements that composed, atmospheric gas
+'Bout to let off his sword, and full blast
+Kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus
+Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus
+Deluxe stroke, son move like a ghost
+Struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post
+Radar sharp precision gunfire, explode
+Till his clips unload, it's a samurai code
+
+***Chorus***
+It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (5X)
+Time for everyone to go record
+It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Time for everybody to go record
+
+[The RZA]
+Crept in silent, the steel wind
+Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots just sealed in
+We attack, full fledge
+With Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads
+Swing with the force of a sledge
+Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge
+Slit this analog derelicts head
+Who even thought that
+He could go against the truth and the Gods and fall back?
+From the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad
+Of a thousand archers out to mark ya
+The bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beans
+Birds in my nest restin up, on the telly scene
+Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony
+Can't accept what you analog cats be tellin me
+I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second
+To break your back like Big Jack from Tekken
+
+***Chorus***
+It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords
+It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (2X)
+
+[Instrumental for the next 1:17]
+**************************************************
+Build StrongYo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds me, a lot of things upset me, as my soul rejects me
+Enemy of self physical.....listen, let me tell you about..
+Yo yo confused but yet wise my problem surrounds me
+A lot of things upset me as my soul rejects me
+Enemy of self physically enslaved
+By the luxuries of this world so I behave
+Like a man inside the grave
+Who's life is lost
+I want the promised gold but can't afford the cost
+Or could I, I know the prescribed laws
+Any effect is a result of the cause
+Of lies and delusions to myself I have lied
+Burning inside wanting to open wide
+And scream
+The name of the supreme
+But I'm trapped in this world
+Lusting for girls
+Therefore I imagine a genie and a wish
+And searching for things that just does not exist
+But in the midst there's the answer for which I have searched
+Cause from me springs divine prince rakeem
+And that is me the master of equality
+With the ability
+To set myself free
+But b.o.b.b.y
+He don't want to die
+He don't want to die he don't want to try
+So I'm forced to cry
+And get trapped up for living my life inside a lie
+These problems surround me
+A lot of things upset me
+As my soul rejects me
+Enemy of my self physically enslaved
+By the luxuries of this world so I behave
+Like a man inside the grave
+Who's life is lost
+I want the promised gold but I can't afford the cost
+Or could I, I heard of the prescribed laws
+Any effect is a result of the cause
+Of lies and delusions to myself I have lied
+Burning inside and wanting to open wide
+And scream
+The name of the supreme
+But I'm trapped in this world
+I'm lusting for girls
+Before I imagined a genie and a wish
+And I'm searching for things that does not exist
+But in my midst there's the answer
+For which I have searched
+Cause from me springs the divine prince rakheem
+And that is me the master of equality
+Give myself the opportunity
+And set free and be all I can be
+Be all I can be
+And not a nigga just trapped up in luxury
+
+Yo bobby digitial got to get knowledge of his self right now
+As we go through the struggle of life we got to go from boy to man
+We start off as sperm to baby baby to man from man to dead man
+And from dead man back to sand
+All praises due to allah the most high word up
+I got to be free I got to be free I got to break free
+I got to break free I got to break free I got to break.....
+**************************************************
+My Lovin’ is Digi[Intro: RZA]
+Protect your girl from Bobby Digital
+
+[Hook: Force MD's] (x3)
+Sometimes! I find!
+Someone, fuckin with my pussy
+My money and my ride
+Tuck my nine inside my hoodie
+
+Sometimes! I find!
+
+[Chorus: Ms. Roxy]
+Catch me if you can Lovin'
+Rocks laced in a band
+Nothin', compares where my niggas from
+Ride shotgunin' , Bobby keep the love comin'
+I'm sittin pretty and my lovin is Digi
+
+[Verse 1: Bobby Digital]
+Fresh dipped out my laboratory
+Just dropped down bout 40 stories
+Hit the ground, you analog cats ain't got nothin for me
+Red and blue mismatched shoe, Havana Joe Wu-Wear bandana
+Play you Vegas type hoes silly, like Dan Tanna
+Bubble Hilfiger Goose, gold rope thick as hangman noose
+She had the honey blonde hair mixed, with the chocolate mousse
+Butterfly tattoo, Boo, let me holla at you
+And I'll change that tattoo to a Wu-Tang tattoo
+New York City ditty bop type slang, girl let's smoke a blantz
+Hit the Jack Danz, and after that we could dance
+With the Black Widow, gold Benz with the chrome griddle
+Fat juicy lips, ebony let me taste your spittle
+
+Chorus (except last line)
+
+[Bobby Digital]
+Hair wrapped like Angela Bassett for Malcolm X
+Ice cold golden texts, cassette of Inspectah Deck
+Uncontrolled substance, earring inside her belly button
+And one inside her Power-U she said she use for nuttin
+SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet
+Girl DREAM ON IT, I put the Killa Bee sting on it
+Rejuvenated, honey kept her throat lubricated
+Let off so much Chi, ginseng couldn't recuperate it
+Back scratchin, eyes squintin, Dusk to Dawn
+Quentin Tarantino type porn, like Lewinsky-Bill Clinton
+Suck it down with no commercial
+Good Power Universal Self Savior Why
+B.O.B.B.Y.!
+
+Chorus
+
+[Bobby Digital]
+Girl SCREAM ON IT, Bobby the black Green Hornet
+C'mon DREAM ON IT, the Killa Bee sting on it
+Screw the top off the boilin pot, girl you must be boilin hot
+Sit on my unfalling cock, let me strike your G spot
+
+Chorus
+
+[Bobby Digital]
+Yo, kept a nigga well-fed, put seven braids in my head
+Pillow soft as cobweb, Egyptian cotton bedspread
+Lyin deep between the legs, I mix the sperm with the eggs
+Bust off about a keg, she called it creamy nutmeg
+
+Chorus
+
+[Bobby Digital]
+Throw on my high beams
+Her breasts was like two scoops of ice cream
+I scream, you scream, we all want, ice cream
+Bone until she fall asleep, she can have a nice dream
+I scream, you scream, we all want the ice cream
+
+Chorus + "and my lovin is Digi..
+And my lovin is Digi..
+And my lovin, and my lovin
+And my lovin is Digi"
+
+Down-town!
+**************************************************
+Fury in My Eyes/Revenge[Hook: Thea Van Seijen]
+Oh woe, these tears I've held
+And yet I've no regret
+Been all this time in pain
+I've felt insane
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Fury in my eyes, sword on my side
+Escape death to become immortalized
+Afro on my head, the black Samurai
+Number One, I bring my whole nation alive
+I'm the leader of the Clan, you can tell from the headband
+Spirit of God, become one inside man
+Accept all challengers, leave 'em in bandages
+This sword won't cease 'till my enemy vanishes
+
+[Hook II: Thea Van Seijen]
+And so the tables have turned
+Coming out with you and I burned
+Were these sweet memories?
+In Revenge
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Yo, I'm the master o' disaster, no one swing the sword faster
+I warned you, there'll be tears after the laughter
+Now I'm thirty years, after the rapture
+More blood will be spilt, we start a new chapter
+Fury in my eyes, sword on my side
+Afro on my head, I'm the black Samurai
+Number One, I bring my whole nation alive
+Escape death, to become immortalized
+
+[Hook: Thea Van Seijen]
+Oh woe, these tears I've held
+And yet I've no regret
+Been all this time in pain
+I've felt insane
+
+[Hook II: Thea Van Seijen]
+And so the tables have turned
+Coming out with you and I burned
+Were these sweet memories?
+In Revenge
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Yo, yo
+Dogs out to chase these cats, in the jungle
+Rats wanna snatch that cheese, in the jungle
+Bears want honey from bees, in the jungle
+Birds wanna nest in the trees, in the jungle
+Squirrels try'nna catch a nut, in this jungle
+Pigs wild around in the mud, in this jungle
+Lions on the hunt for the beef, in these jungles
+Hyena roll around thirty deep, in these jungles
+Try'nna snatch ice from the penguins, while I'm stingling
+I see Shorty Wop, she got those earrings jingling
+They jingling, baby, I heard Ringling
+Barnum & Bailey was in this place, shit is crazy
+What's a man to do in this jungle?
+Live life on the humble, in the jungle
+When hamsters come and try to snatch a crumb from you
+What a man 'pose to do, in this jungle?
+If you could talk to animals in this jungle
+Would you allow the slouth to come amongst you
+Would you break bread, or instead
+Get the thirty-thirty scope and put one in your head
+Put one in the head? (Put one in the head)
+
+[Hook II: Thea Van Seijen]
+And so the tables have turned
+Coming out with you and I burned
+Were these sweet memories?
+In Revenge
+**************************************************
+Open Letter to Paul WalkerThis song, entitled "Destiny Bends" was written last night after hearing the tragic news of the loss of a good man named Paul Walker. I met Paul on the set of the film Brick Mansion, where we talked, laughed, and exchanged ideas of life and fatherhood. I only knew him personally for less than a year, but we knew each other through our work and art. We saw in each other a kindred spirit of men coming from unlikely circumstances, and rising to be the light and beacon of our family and loved ones. Men who learned the joy and pains of love in life, and success, while coming to realize that nothing is more important than family, friendship, and the brotherhood of humanity. Millions of people get to know an artist or movie star through their work, but few are allowed to cross each others' paths and see through the veil of stardom and find the common denominator that we share. As all physical things will decay and wither away, film, art, and music remain longer than the vessel that delivered them. In this vein, the one thing we can't take away or give back is time. So, thus, time is the most precious gift. I dedicated my time to compose this song with my two sons and new friend Will Wells, who was kind enough to sing and perform it for me. We dedicate it to Paul Walker. A good man. We had plans to continue working with each other in the future. It seemed destined, but "destiny bends".
+
+*Note* This song is not for criticism, it's just a sketch demo. Please enjoy and reflect.
+
+Your comrade in the struggle,
+RZA
+**************************************************
+Love Jones[Intro: Angel Cake (RZA)]
+C'mon Bobby, turn off that loud shit
+Damn, I wanna hear some slow shit that's gonna relax you
+(You know, a nigga, knahmsayin
+Goin through all that shit in the streets n shit
+The hip-hop shit, only shit keep a nigga mind in)
+I hear you, but it's all about me and you right now
+(Word)
+Just take off your shirt
+Cause I wanna massage your back and your shoulders
+(My little Buttercup, yaknahmean?
+You a Buttercup girl)
+Oh is that right?
+(Yeah)
+Well, I got Love Jones for you
+(Word, tell me about it)
+
+[Hook: Angel Cake]
+Love Jones, I got a Love Jones
+I got a Love Jones
+For you
+Love Jones, I got a Love Jones
+I got a Love Jones
+For you
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Yo girl you shinin like a brand new spankin black Glock
+Or a thousand hundred dollar bills inside a shoebox
+Exotic bird, special blend of selected fine herbs
+Make me wanna kick my bitch to the curb
+Shaped like a naked statue, but look sacred
+Candy to a baby y'know, I'm ready to take it
+She spread your wings like a peacock
+Girl you be the bomb, and Bobby be shellshocked!
+Behold as I shape and mold your formless globe
+Into a perfect O, and breathe the breath of life into your nose
+With the fragrance of a fresh pink rose
+And stroll into your eyes, the windows to your soul
+And choose the best part, the dark pupil I chose
+Your heart was mutual, into the center I dove
+Backstroke in your abyss like a fish
+Countin every thought and dream and wish, that exists within six
+She was filled with pleasures, of all measures
+But never took the time to discover, her own sunken treasure
+Unlock the jewelry box, knowledge rose to the top
+The distilled back in the fine mists, that gave birth to the crops
+And seas, that brought us together, for the better
+We could never seperate so maintain your stormy weather
+So maintain the stormy weather
+Word up, and let's walk these dogs together Boo
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Yo, Power Equality, Allah C's Everything my Queen
+Whattup Love, won't you just slide under my wings
+So we can take flight, to the edge of the night
+And like doves, we makin love above the bright moonlight
+You know I fills you, so let my love pass and spill through
+Your sexual vessels, that bless you then fills you
+Up with knowledge and wisdom you understandin
+That bring forth the power refines your whole planet
+She couldn't maintain this heavy slang that I dropped upon her
+She claimed it never rains, down in Southern California
+Bein a black man is most prominant and all dominant
+I couldn't wait to get her home so I could explore her dark continent
+And put my fountain, between her hills and mountains
+Impingin every square inch of her circumfrence I was countin
+Twelve trillion, four hundred and seventy-eight billion
+One hundred and eighteen million, four hundred thousand ways
+To make children, by buildin
+Detected a fine mist but couldn't resist, I told her
+"You wanna travel inside my head and see if you could rise above six?"
+Then tilt her at the axis then bent her at her equator
+And stuck the dynamite deep inside the crater
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Brooklyn Babies[Tiffany]
+Bobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga!
+I'm tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the fuckin' mornin'
+Nigga, you got a fuckin' family here
+You act like you don't fuckin' know that shit
+Nigga, what the fuck?
+
+Born up in Kings County
+
+[Hook 1 - Force MD's]
+Digital, these niggas should be crazy
+Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
+This how, this is my life..
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, YO
+A Brooklyn baby, I was born up in King's County
+Inside the womb seven months before the Queen found me
+Up in wroughty Brownsville with fiends around me
+Now roam gat in Staten with Cream Team around me
+They called me Bobby, Cousin Billy got the black Harley
+Taught his son how to snipe cats like Lee Harvey
+Oswald, all's well that ends well
+My big brother Divine, he pushed the Benz well
+I got the cherry Range, known for rockin' heavy chains
+I'm from the tribe of men who would bury Kings
+On the back of the A-train, my daydream
+Should I make a phat hit or should I take CREAM?
+From the Clan that taught you cats Cash Rules
+I make slow grind tracks, you grab ass too
+Give respect to the Prince when he pass through
+Might have a chocolate deluxe in a glass shoe
+Cousin Billy, known to strap the black uzi
+Shoot you in front of the Jakes like Jack Ruby
+Live on TV where you see B-O-B-B-Y
+D-I-G-I-T-A-L (A-L!), things ain't too well
+
+[Hook 1]
+
+[Hook 2 - Force MD's]
+Digital, these niggas should be crazy
+Growin' up as a Brooklyn baby
+This is how I live my life..
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Yeah..
+Peace Lafyetee, Stuyvessant, Malcolm X
+Shot dice on green, we live from Pulaski y'all
+It's Fred Glassy, zig-zag-zig through traffic
+Get the herb, get the God, peace Ra'
+What's the word on things?
+Through the phone I heard the bangin' sounds
+In the background, layin' down
+I'm spittin' what the people missin'
+We extreme with the murder type theme
+Don't sleep, get ya head split to the white meat
+Big guns, down South we blaze
+Shippin' bodies back up North, it's the Weston
+Wild Texan, no trespassin'
+Long mics hit the dead arm
+Planet Earth, home of Islam
+Brooklyn, I was physically born, clothes torn
+Rough tacklin' the streets, Allah Math' spin techniques
+We bring heat to the block party, drinkin' Bacardi
+Baggin' shorties for the homies who ain't here
+
+[Hook - both to fade]
+
+[Tiffany {​​​​*overlapped by Hook*}​​​​]
+Bobby, that's right, you ain't shit, nigga
+You ain't shit, but a big dick and a mothafuckin' cheque
+All that fuckin' Brooklyn shit, Shaolin shit
+Nigga, grow the fuck up!
+What the fuck is up with you, nigga?
+You ain't shit, nigga
+Comin' in high off that shit
+What the fuck?
+I'm tired of yo' shit
+What the fuck is that shit anyway?
+What the fuck?
+And your cousin Billy, I'm sick of that mothafucka
+That mothafucka could never come up in this
+Mothafuckin' house ever again
+He's a criminal mothafuckin' gangsta, see that shit?
+A criminal, I'm sick of that shit
+I'm sick of yo' shit, Bobby {​​​​*echoes*}​​​​
+Brooklyn this, Shaolin that
+What the fuck, nigga?
+I don't know why I love your stupid ass anyway
+Pssh.. but I do love you Bobby
+**************************************************
+Glocko Pop[Woman over vocoder]
+Digital Electronics!
+
+[Intro - RZA (Jammie Sommers)]
+So we gon' check the 25th caller
+Caller? (Hello?)
+Caller, you're on the air (Yeah, hello?)
+You're on the air, sweetheart
+(Hello, yeah, I'd like to make a request
+Yeah, I wanna hear somethin Digital)
+Oh yeah?
+(That means somethin that's gonna keep me up and turn
+Me on)
+Well, I got this new joint, the Glocko Pop
+(Glocko Pop?)
+Yeah, Glocko Pop
+(Oh, I love that song!
+Oh my God!)
+Here it is, just for you, sugar
+
+[RZA]
+Bobby Digital back on the set
+Watch girl's pussies get wet wet wet wet wet
+Drip drip drip drip, drop drop drop drop
+Hip-hop you just can't stop stop stop stop
+Watch my Glock Glock Glock Glock Glock
+It goes pop pop pop pop pop
+My Glocko pop pop pop
+My Glockoes pop pop pop
+His rugged go pop pop pop pop
+You stomp the fuck off yo' block
+My Glockoes pop pop pop
+My Glocko pop pop pop (x4)
+You stomp the fuck off yo' block
+My Glocko pop pop pop
+
+Bob Digi-tech live in effect, you just didn't expect
+One man to come along and bring a new song
+And break your barrier down, you can't carry the sound
+Buckwild juvenile from Shaolin Island, what? What?
+Who wants to get violent? Remain silent
+
+My Glocko pop pop pop
+My Glocko pop pop pop
+His Glocko pop pop pop
+His Glocko pop pop pop
+My son go pop pop pop
+My gun go pop pop pop
+His Glocko pop pop pop
+One love, go pop pop pop
+His love go pop pop pop
+
+[Method Man (Masta Killa)]
+Yo.. who wanna play the hero? Your chances are slim
+Less than zero, Shaolin laboratory friend
+That's the shit though, came to satisfy but can't get no
+Sound pasified from the get-go, Cuban neckties for you Kiko
+Only carry mines for protection, the hoods like the Wild West I reckon
+Hold up a second, lost my breathe and
+Take it from the top Introducin'! (Mr. Method)
+Runnin in your session
+With nothin but my words as my weapon
+And twenty-eight years of aggression
+Do it for my people when I take it back
+Like I'm repo-man, agent double-oh negro
+Know who I am? No, I don't give a damn
+Evil, flash a Crooked I like I'm Deebo
+Gets down and dirty like your moms pots and pans
+From a small town, drink ya down like Shazaam!
+This is how ya Enter the Wu-Tang Clan (Yeah)
+36 Chambers, you're pu-tang man (Word)
+Brothers with a mic make a true slang fan(Yeah)
+Brother with a gun make the loot change hands (Word)
+That's how it is, you could ask RZ-A
+Through rain, hail or snow I deliver
+
+[Interlude - Jammie Sommers]
+DJ, that music just turns me on
+
+[Masta Killa]
+The marvelous bone crushin assassin appears to be
+Blind in glasses
+Daredevil bang head with shovel
+Iron skin, Tony Starks, liquid metal
+The rebel in the evenin, shadows sweapens, vanishin
+The book of instruction, fuckin with the Wu-Tang Production
+Is lord to all who come and see, my art too deadly to teach
+Read my death touch, ascended grief between each point
+Slendid, hand Swingin Sword recommended
+Slice through the bone intended
+Try to sketch the classes, reflection of perfection
+Mic-phone swing like numb stick to scar
+Mohammed Ali, mic MC, Shakwan walk the dead sea
+Dead sea, Digi..
+
+[Streetlife]
+Yo, yo.. yo..
+My mind keeps playin tricks, I'm caught up in The Matrix
+Digital mode, your flows is all wasted
+You smoke weed with seeds, I crush mines and lace it
+Two tokes a pass, kid it's all basic
+I know you lust, so relax and be patient
+As soon as I spark the stem, ya all taste it
+Number one on the charts, it's time to erase it
+Replace it, you was wack from the start, face it
+
+[Interlude - Jammie Sommers]
+DJ, that music just turns me on
+
+[RZA]
+My Glocko pop pop pop
+His love go pop pop pop
+My Glocko pop pop pop (x5)
+You stomp the fuck off yo' block
+My Glocko pop pop pop
+His Glocko pop pop..
+
+[Outro - Jammie Sommers]
+DJ, that music just turns me on
+**************************************************
+Put Your Guns Down[RZA]
+Niggas never grow up, some drink til they throw up
+Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up
+Grass junkies, drunk on that Brass Monkey
+Walk around wit the brain of a Crash Dummie
+How the fuck you gonna try to gas cash from me?
+You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
+Culture this I God, all inside your iPod
+Cuz my squad, nigga is die hard
+
+[Hook 2X: Startel]
+Put your guns down, shoot a few rounds
+Fifty-two blocks, put that ass on the ground
+Rocket launcher on my shoulder, world's getting colder
+Hood's like Iraq, and I'm just a soldier
+
+[RZA]
+Niggas creep, yo, check it, yo, yo
+Welcome to the City of God, where it's gritty and hard
+And these dogs walk around at least, fifty a squad
+Saying give me a yard, trynna, split me a broad
+Maybe, spit me a dart, so I could, get me a car
+Niggas creep, half can't read or speak
+Shoot the whole crib, buckwild like Little Zeke
+From the slums, yeah, we be the blind, deaf and dumb
+We got six year old sons, knowing how to use a gun
+They would shoot and don't think about it, won't even blink about it
+Go home, lay on momma breast, nigga, drink about it
+So while you huff and you puff, like you rough and tough
+Your ass turn to a bitch once you in the cuffs
+
+[Hook]
+
+[RZA]
+Nobody understands me, not even my family
+Most important man on the planet, still they ban me
+Instead of giving praises and revealing a Grammy
+They'd rather see me stressed out, concealing my jammy
+Hoping I got smoked out and broke like Sammy
+Spent the wheel of fortune then get struck wit a whammy
+Never that, black, I got my act together
+How can hip hop be dead when Wu-Tang is forever?
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Kiss of a Black Widow[Ol' Dirty Bastard (RZA)]
+Let me tell y'all all something motherfuckers
+(Oh you complaining about that man?)
+Yeah them motherfuckers belong to us
+Straight up, tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes
+Ya'll motherfuckers know what's the fucking time
+You think we don't love you motherfuckers?
+Run in to the motherfucking courts with all that bullshit motherfuka
+I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know
+I'm getting tired a that shit
+You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers
+Bitches we love you motherfucka
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical
+Laid the fuck up inside the hospital
+It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx
+Cuban linx snatched from my neck
+It was the sex
+This 12 ounce bottle of Beck's had me drunk
+One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk
+Just met this ho last month
+Lookin' like a Benz with a woofer in the trunk
+I pushed up like a push-up stick
+One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my dick
+I said "Power equal.. Boo!"
+Where's your people? I be Bobby D-I-G-I-tal
+(Is that right?) Word, and exact
+Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack
+(For real?) Word, ya grill like a thousand dollar bill
+Close your eyes count to three and click you heels
+And we could end up at my place face to face
+Butt-naked I'll invade your inner space
+*Sniff* Straight up boo
+Damn I can taste it!
+One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it
+Over the quilt
+I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk
+And we could lay up
+And I could squeeze until it tilts
+My house built on stilts is bangin' like the Hilton
+Look, now how you feelin' gimme some feeback boo cause I need that
+(Look Bobby where's the beer and the weed at?)
+What girl? shit I got more than a little
+She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
+
+[Verse 2: O.D.B]
+You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit
+Cause the way that I'mma dress this style is mad wild
+Enough to make a crowd of women scream Oww!
+Whether at a party or just in bed
+Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep that in your head
+My beats are funky my rhymes is funky
+Sometimes I say well motherfucka what's the recipe?
+I don't know! I ask my mama, she don't know!
+Go ask ya poppa....
+It's all about me in the place to be
+Nigga you all that uhhh....
+Motherfucka that shit is jinxed it's mad
+Motherfucking game and it's a God-damn shame
+How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason
+Yo I LIKE GOING pass the break!
+Shake and motivate, stimulate
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+By this wiz that you dying to have in your clutch
+Fall in love like a drug
+Call out into her love flood
+Fuckin' so much, dunn you'll only bust blood
+Caught inside the scud-missle grip like tissue
+Now I'm laid up inside the hospital
+Bobby Digital's on critical
+Cause the testicles is drained
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Huh huh
+Nah I ain't doing it right, right?
+Huh
+**************************************************
+Bong Bong[Intro - RZA + U-God]:
+Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, come on
+Yeah, my nigga, come on
+This is Digital, this is sizzlin'
+It's like a vamp, it's like a genie in the land
+Yo
+
+[Hook x2 - RZA & Beretta 9]
+Bong bong, bong bong, BZA, bong bong, bong bong...
+
+[Intro - RZA] (Beretta 9):
+Come on!
+All my real niggas push up to the front (word up)
+Oh shit, look at shorty over there
+Caramel deluxe type bitch, yo
+
+[RZA]
+Ain't know she suck dick like that
+With those big fat lips and those hips like that
+She said "Bobby, why you spit like that?
+And why you Shaolin Gods push whips like that?"
+I said "Ho, we got chips like that
+And Park Hill niggas make flips like that"
+And Brass Monkey, yea we sip like that
+And we might get drunk and empty clips like that
+Then again the Gods build like that
+Yo Kinetic, tell em son, we keep it real like that
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Carry 9s all the time it's concealed like that
+Honey-dipped blunts, we get high like that
+Yo we dipped every day, yo we fly like that
+Bitches always sayin "Why you talk like that?"
+We B-Boy niggas, you know we walk like that
+
+[RZA]
+Why them R&B niggas tryin to sing like that?
+And you fake crossovers tryin to bling like that?
+You know, my clique snatch ice like that
+Take it down to the scale and get a price like that
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Snub in the club, don't be nice like that
+Catch a body and escape, pull a heist like that
+
+[RZA]
+Up front, up front, come on, come on
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[RZA]
+Check it
+
+[Madam Cez]
+Y'all niggas talkin shit
+We out here tryin to get paid in a major way
+Come on
+
+I rock a six like that
+From my dubs in the club, sippin Cris' like that
+Pop a bitch, turnin trick, get my ish like that
+Check the ice, lookin nice on my wrist like that
+I'm the shit like that, dicky-dick like that
+Roll with baller sheist types that be sick like that
+Set up shop on your block, flip a brick like that
+It's the Wu comin thru with a chick like that
+Sticky spit like that, what?
+
+[Beretta 9]
+What? What?
+Nine inches, ho, we packin dick like that
+Six on the dice, we rollin licks like that
+Half a mil on the deal, we politic like that
+Remember '94, we sold mix like that
+
+[RZA]
+4 Sho, the whole crew used to sling like that
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Indeed, you know the fam, we was the king at that
+
+[RZA]
+Guaranteed, now it's Killa Bee sting like that
+And I'll punch you in the head with pointed rings like that
+And why's this fuckin crab bleedin like that?
+While you crack-head bitches treatin seeds like that
+My nigga Johnny Blaze smoke weed like that
+And the Killa Bee Clan run the streets like that
+Big Bobby makin beats like that
+Platinum on the wall, son I eats like that
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Damn, you 85's eatin swine like that
+We ain't tryin to be cause y'all blind like that
+
+[RZA]
+To all my thugs or who smoke like that
+And you coke-head niggas sniffin coke like that
+And you ecstasy cats poppin dope like that
+It's all love cause we folk like that
+Guaranteed, now we bout like that
+Kinetic 9, Bob Digi
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Yo we out like that
+
+[Hook x2]
+
+[RZA]
+For y'all niggas gettin high we go like this
+Bong bong..
+Pop that shit..
+
+[Hook x2]
+**************************************************
+We Pop[Intro: Tash Mahogany]
+Gettin' money til the day we fall
+We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Double barrel shotgun (Blaow), pop son
+I told nigga, just not run
+I saw him on 205th in Fordham
+This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)
+I blown ya, you need a blood donor
+My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (Girl)
+Laundry mat hoes, who want clothes?
+I flow checks, one followed by six O's (Six O's)
+I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
+Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
+The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
+I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
+Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
+You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
+Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
+Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction?
+
+[Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB, (Free Murda)]
+We pop, we brawl
+Get money til the day we fall (Yeah)
+My Glock (My Glock), my four (My four)
+Throw shots through your bedroom door (Bedroom door)
+From the P's to the morgue
+Cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
+We pop (Pop), we brawl (Brawl)
+Get money til the way we fall
+
+[Verse 2: ShaCronz]
+Come on, let's cut the crap, money
+I've been gettin' this rap money
+Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money
+That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
+Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
+Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (Ha-ha)
+Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass
+These lazy ass labels — fuck you! Pay me cash
+My crazy path promoted me into a Mercedes class
+
+[Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB, (Free Murda)]
+We pop, we brawl
+Get money til the day we fall (Yeah)
+My Glock (My Glock), my four (My four)
+Throw shots through your bedroom door (Bedroom door)
+From the P's to the morgue
+Cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
+We pop (Pop), we brawl (Brawl)
+Get money til the way we fall
+
+[Verse 3: Free Murda]
+Yeah.., all ya'll can see is the back of my jersey
+Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
+Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey
+I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
+Shame on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty
+Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
+Seconds, got the world's greatest record
+And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record
+This Division, all the ladies respect it
+Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it
+It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
+Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still
+Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill
+Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills
+Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
+Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills
+
+[Chorus: ShaCronz & ODB, (Free Murda)]
+We pop, we brawl
+Get money til the day we fall (Yeah)
+My Glock (My Glock), my four (My four)
+Throw shots through your bedroom door (Bedroom door)
+From the P's to the morgue
+Cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
+We pop (Pop), we brawl (Brawl)
+Get money til the way we fall
+
+[Outro: Tash Mahogany & Lady Platinum]
+We pop, we brawl
+Get money til the day we fall
+We pop (We brawl), we brawl (We brawl)
+Get money til the day we fall (We Fall)
+We pop (We pop), we brawl (We brawl)
+Get money til the day we fall (We Fall)
+We pop (We pop), we brawl (We brawl)
+Get money til the day we fall (We Fall)
+**************************************************
+See the Joy[Intro: sample]
+See the joy of life beginning
+See the joy of life beginning
+Oh sweet joy!
+A brand new baby boy
+
+[Verse: RZA]
+My mind flashed back to the early moon
+When I was just a sperm cell in the fallopian tube
+In the midst of a state of triple darkness
+Going through a struggle so I could exist
+Avoiding everything that came within my path
+As I watch other sperm cells get ripped in half
+One out of a million completes the job
+And for the other sperm cells the womb is a graveyard
+Though my travels I had to pass through
+A lot of battles and violent hassles
+'Cause inside the womb I was a foreign object
+I'm like a new nigga walking through the project
+Trouble, everywhere I turn
+Damn it's a struggle just being a sperm
+Cell, so I attempt to prevail
+I guess the womb is the first stage of hell
+Now here I am in the danger zone
+My head and my tail, my 23 chromosomes
+But then again yo it can't be that bad
+'Cause my dad he could have used a body bag
+And if so then my tomb
+Would have been the trash can inside my mom's bedroom
+But they was fucking, they was true to this
+And here I go on a mission to the uterus
+A million motherfuckers tried to race ahead
+But I was the one that fertilized the egg
+Then I thought then I was safe
+Because I reached home base
+But oh no my job wasn't done
+In fact my troubles had only begun
+Life is a struggle, life is the struggle
+Life is the struggle c'mon
+
+[Outro: sample]
+See the joy of life beginning
+See the joy of life beginning
+Oh sweet joy!
+A brand new baby boy
+**************************************************
+Gone[Intro: Justin Nozuka]
+Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone…
+
+[Hook: Justin Nozuka]
+Woke up this morning, hoping
+It was all a nightmare, you’re gone
+Tried to get out of my bed
+I couldn’t find no reason, you’re gone
+It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
+It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
+And my heart aches, cause I’ll never see you again
+You’re gone…
+
+[RZA]
+Man how I long, to see your physical form
+When you left me, a part of my soul got torn
+How could a body turn cold, that was once so warm
+How could the spark of Allah, in your heart be gone
+Who could replace the space, of Unique Ason
+I know you’d rather I’d be strong, and not waste time to mourn
+They say that life goes on
+Especially when I see the face of your first born
+When he’s rocking on stage with no shirt on
+Or in the hotel lobby, getting those birds on
+Through our seeds we could all reach eternity
+Peace and blessings, have a safe journey
+I had dreams of us laughing, drinking beer
+Chasing girls, fill the world with our ideas
+Then I wake up, and look up, and you’re not there
+But in my third eye, I know that you’re still here
+Because, through our seeds we all reach eternity
+Peace and blessings, it’s just another journey
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Justin Nozuka]
+Looked out the window and stared at the sun
+I couldn’t see the light, I couldn’t see, oh lord, you’re gone
+You’re gone
+
+[Kobra Khan]
+Aiyo, I can’t stop the thoughts coming out of my mind
+In a broken place is where you’re eventually find
+This pain, on both sides, can’t deny
+Memories of you and I takes us back in time
+Where we used to be together, no matter, the stormy weathers
+I would ramble with, nothing could ever break us apart
+And sometimes would get under the pressure, cause people jealous
+But your memory would be here forever, kept in my heart
+This is more than you’ll ever know, me and you inseparable
+Never do we let it show, it’s so hot I’ll let you go
+Thought it would last forever, guess I was wrong
+And time goes by so fast, and now you’re gone
+
+[Hook: Justin Nozuka]
+It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
+It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
+And my heart aches, cause I’ll never see you again
+You’re gone…
+
+[Justin Nozuka]
+My blood pumps with anger and sorrow and liquor
+Tell me how, can I live without you now that you’re gone?
+You’re gone
+
+[RZA]
+Against all odds and against all squads
+And against all evil trying to come against God
+We stand with the iron rod, you wield the ?sword?
+I use softness to conquer the heart
+I’m Divine Prince Master Rakeem Allah
+Earth bound, but my mind’s in the stars
+Things are reborn, life always change form
+Man must reform to make the heart calm
+Drunkenness, leads to non-awakeness
+Causing him, to look upon his father’s nakedness
+When the truth is heard, there’s no forsakin it
+That which is forbidden, we don’t partake in it
+
+[Hook: Justin Nozuka]
+It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
+It breaks my heart, cause I’ll never see you again
+And my heart aches, cause I’ll never see you again
+You’re gone…
+**************************************************
+Chi Kung[Verse 1: RZA]
+The grand ultimate supreme, no extremedies
+We use Tai Chi to deflect off our enemy
+Five poisons, from the Clan there's no Remedy
+We dispell the smell of wickedness in our vicinity
+Bobby, the atomic, Islamic, bomb-droppin'
+Appear in your atmosphere like the comet
+Heading to the Western Hemisphere, non-stoppin'
+Strikin' the belly of the sea to make it vomit
+Things of beings is unseen by men
+In shapes and form, never been dreamed by men
+The word of God, always intervene with sin
+From insight, my inner-light beams within
+Pin-point focus, move silently un-noticed
+When you attack, I fall back in the wind like the lotus
+Put the soul in the track like my name was Otis
+Pain in my heart and your chance is hopeless
+For you to win, a change is gonna come
+You heare the "suuuu"?, Wu-Tang is gonna come
+And my vocals, they gonna bang on the drum
+You go against the grain you will hang from ya tongue
+So..
+
+[Hook: RZA (Feathers)]
+(Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs
+This is in yo' club (club)
+Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs (drugs)
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+I’m pretty sure he says, oh shaboobaloop
+To my soundwave there's no sonic solution
+No Pro Tools to edit or out-date my producin'
+Form like crystals, mushrooms after the missile
+We strike into the hip-hop bone, of the gristle
+And my thoughts be the marrow, son I'm the narrow
+Tube inside the gun that's released through the barrel
+And the words travel in lead, expandin' high-speeds
+With the hole in ya head, and filled up you
+With the, knowledge of self
+I dropped out of school, I went to the college of self
+And I pertained my wealth, B-O-B-B, when y'all niggas see me
+I'm like Godzilla stompin' over Mount Fiji
+Or Rodan with the wingspan, Prince Rakeem can
+Rocks to the solo or combine with my team and
+Spit like the calico, welcome to the Alamo
+Bop-bop-bop, you know how you cowards go
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+(Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs
+Welcome back to my hip-hop club!
+
+[Verse 3: Beretta 9]
+Psycho-menace, downin' a Guiness
+Strictly bidness, while I'm in this
+Flip on a nigga like a gymnast
+Put a knot on ya head, the size of Grimace
+Bitch, jumpin' out ya speaker
+Huntin' for yo' egg like it's Easter
+Although I come in peace, I would just like to say peace to
+Scallywags, skeezers, and I don't really need ya
+You don't understand why I don't understand either
+Now shit's gettin' deep, you should've thought a lot deeper
+It's my time to get over and I got on my blinker
+So I write and I spit on the mic, so you can feel
+What is truth, what is right and what's not
+Yo I must kill the ideal and enlight this Earth
+And yo I will give birth to a light that lives to keep it real
+All through research, I learned in schools, not even Church
+Can enstill, these words are jewels so you can heal
+Still I search, and I works real hard, I need a deal
+And with speed 'cuz it hurts indeed
+Yo can you feel? my heart still pumps the blood that makes me bleed
+All real and the pastor's best and I always will, do my thing
+
+[RZA]
+Yo let me know son, yo..
+X.O. Hennessey, Jack Daniel or Tennesee
+Whisky, got these groupie bitches actin' frisky
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Searchin for that Bill like Lewinsky
+All over my pants lookin' for a Jim Brownski
+
+[Cilvaringz]
+Ringz and Partnerz, Wu-Tang is how we fuck up Helsinki
+Oh shit, Kinetic, Bobby Steeles
+Origin/Barrakjudah, Wu-Tang Forever motherfuckers
+
+[Hook: RZA (Feathers)]
+(Love) love (Love) love (thugs) thugs
+This is in yo' club (club)
+Nigga pass the mothafuckin' drugs (drugs)
+**************************************************
+Fuck What You Think[Intro: RZA]
+Yo, yo, fuck what you think
+Fuck what you think
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
+Twenty-one and over to drink
+Nineteen and over to fuck
+Sixteen and over to pack
+A twelve year old kid got bucked
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+The sweet premium classic lay your ass flat as a mattress
+Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme facious
+Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet
+All your bitch saw was the black silhouette
+Of the dark ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba
+Cut the roof to your family tree, timber
+Me and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin chimneys
+Fat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my Benzi
+The blue coats is comin, the red coats is comin
+The fed coats is comin, the wet heads is comin
+I heard Dirt was up in Rikers fuckin a female C.O
+Wu-Tang keep it on the D-low
+Third eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte
+Insight like bright, can't find this on your website
+Everglow superior to your inferior material
+Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy cats venereal
+Injections, lethal injections, ran from house
+Left the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
+Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
+Struggled for charisma, yo
+
+[Hook]
+It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
+Nineteen and over to fuck
+Twenty-one and over to drink
+Sixteen and over to pack
+A twelve year old kid got bucked
+
+[Verse 2: Islord]
+Aiyyo, rock head niggas who grab mics for the first time
+Get fronted on majorly once the God slides in
+On the scene, love-love in the place to be
+All-American lyrics, the top choice
+In this rap market from Now Y all the way to England
+Cuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang Productions
+That's quick to sell a million, then bounced on tour outta state
+Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot cakes
+Faster than the rate of the Earth travel
+Which one-thousand-thirty-seven and one third miles per hour
+And peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin less
+Than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
+Golden suitcases, slitted across the table
+To walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight
+
+[Verse 3: 9th Prince]
+Yo, I build with the great minds of Africa
+RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler
+Captured you in thirty-six gas chambers
+North American, Arabian, halftone dark Indian
+9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill themselves
+Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites
+Prepared for battles, devils try to raid the castles
+Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is heavy metal
+Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for symantecs
+The international civil war assassins
+Geographical, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear aropostles
+Sounds posible, cuz regardless visual
+English grammer, mental examiner
+I shock the world like the death of Princess Diana
+Reverse psychology on technology, accept no apologies
+The penalty is to cut off your arms and feet
+Poetry teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers
+My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders
+
+[Interlude: RZA]
+Fuck what you think
+Fuck what you think
+Fuck what you think
+
+[Hook x2]
+It's about what you know, so fuck what you think
+Twenty-one and over to drink
+Nineteen and over to fuck
+Sixteen and over to pack
+A twelve year old kid got bucked
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Word up, Fuck what you think
+Word up, yo
+**************************************************
+Take Sword Pt. I[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]
+"Take the sword"
+"The sword?"
+"Come on, give me the sword"
+"Huh?"
+"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
+"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
+"Pick up the sword!"
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, ayo; chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy
+I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
+I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under tons of rubble
+Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
+Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger
+Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya
+Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric
+No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static
+Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets
+Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit
+Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us
+All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers
+And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably
+Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body
+So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn
+My clique fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn
+I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne
+They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm
+They slice ya fucking throat while you lay there and squirm
+They related to the judge, so the case get adjourned
+You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy
+I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
+I put your head in a puddle, buried under tons of rubble
+Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
+Frickles and fragles, nigga, you're too fragile
+Motherfucker, my brain is on Scrabble!
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on
+You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on
+What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon
+Thinking that you were the shit, nah, that's once upon
+I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip
+Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit
+My niggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick
+Probably til midnight until, scheeming on pussy to split
+And then we back like crack, nigga, take a swig of that
+Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid
+Such a nice smile he has, oh one more state
+Then I whip it on that ass, slip slipping in the grass
+Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave
+
+[Outro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]
+"Take the sword"
+"The sword?"
+"Come on, give me the sword"
+"Huh?"
+"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
+"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
+**************************************************
+Good Night[Intro: RZA w/ Tamika Layton moaning]
+Ahh... love is love... yeah...
+Digi, Digi, bong, bong, banging you long
+Whop, pop, who pop, then bang bang boom
+Shabobalee, shabizzy..
+
+[Hook 2X: Thea]
+Good night, here's your kiss
+Sleep well and make a wish
+Don't be scared, I won't bite
+I keep you warm, and hold you tight
+
+[RZA]
+Your dynamite antics, drove me to your magic
+Merrily down the stream, you got me going frantic
+Enchanted by your kiss, the apple's gigantic
+In your Atlantic abyss, I'mma sink my Titanic
+Granted your wish can be captured on candid camera
+Oh shit, I got to pamper you
+With this hand-trick gambit, open handed
+Edible panties, no need for the hamper
+We can spread out on the floor like Pampers
+Chanting Karma Sutra, you got me speaking Spanglish
+Mamacita, fuck semantics
+God damn it, you understand it?
+I'm about to blow like somebody pushed the panic
+You fever the gene that Yacub sub-planted
+Shape and mold ya body just like ceramics
+Big valley rodeo style, above to stand with
+Dream, dream, cream, cream
+Legs open, I'm in between
+You quench and scream, I split your gene
+My chi, my yi, my shit, my jig
+My lee, my con, crown me Kong King
+Bottles of Ginseng, Jamaican ting
+Wood root, it's the ultra sheen
+Your flower being blossomed, pollinate like Spring
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[The Reverend William Burk]
+Love, love, love is in the air, fireplaces, winter time
+Bottles of wine, cuddled up with a friend of mine
+She a dime, and in her physical prime
+So every time we grind, she get a chill up her spine
+Sign is Virgo, she from Chicago
+She like my slow flow, and like my turbo
+I'm like yo, we can burn the herbal
+I got the purple, and you in my circle
+By them hips I can tell she fertile
+So I'mma take my time and as slow as a turtle
+And I like her verbals, that wine she gurgle, got her acting terrible
+And that ass is durable, had her bent over in the Bentley convertible
+The girl was beautiful, my flow was surgical, and now I'm preferable
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Hook: Thea]
+When tonight chime, I taste your kiss
+I make a wish, for you
+When tonight chime, I feel your kiss
+I make your dreams come true
+
+[Crisis]
+She was gorgeous, wit an ass that make you cum fast like Porsches
+Face look like a portrait, body like a fortune
+Mills in small bills, and tar heels, flexing sex appeal
+Got my mind pondering, wandering how the sex would feel
+First to kill she'd be an assassin, main part of her attraction
+Was a chance to fast, stopped her and asked her name
+Compliment of the elegance, she blushed, respond with intelligence
+Her scent was heaven sent
+Offered me a drink, beautiful with dead presidents
+A few drinks later, we back at her residence
+Surprised, in 35, I was deep between her thighs
+When she came, she cried, looked me deep in my eyes and said
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+You’ll Never Know[Intro: RZA]
+One-two, one-two
+Mic check, one-two, one-two (You don't know, that I really love you)
+Yo, yo, You'll Never Know
+Check me out (You don't know, that I really love you)
+Yo, yo, yo
+
+[RZA]
+I love you like how birds love rose petals, Killarmy love full metal
+I love you like how the Park Hill cats love to pull metal
+The heat will make ya head whistle loud like a full kettle
+I come like the Meccan civilizin ya Roman Greco
+Chicago Bull bandana, I keep police scanners from fishes
+That try to splash me out like Daryl Hannah
+And blow my spot, no, I'm not the polka-dot
+I tote weight, sip Scotch, bust shots, smoke a lot
+My cousin Billy, yeah dun is silly, used to joke a lot
+Chased bitches, cut class, got high and stayed broke a lot
+So when the rent was due, D would grab the identical
+Twin gats and put a fuckin hole in your right ventricle
+Not sober yet, don't pose a threat, yo I hold a Tec
+Soda jet pack on my back blast like Boba Fett
+While you bickerin, this flame is still flickerin
+And the magnetic attraction to my wisdom keeps you listenin
+
+[Interlude: Cilvaringz]
+Yo, yo
+Choco bang that shit!
+Yeah, yeah (You don't know, that I really love you)
+Killa Beez, European
+Yo, yo, shut up!
+
+[Cilvaringz]
+Eh-yo, my sword so sharp I split the tweeters in ya Genelacs
+European Killa Beez attack, chk-chk-chk
+I never smoked blunts, tote weight, nor bust shots
+But fuck with me I guarantee you'll get ya neck chopped
+Be the haunting, dauntin, brothers won't fuck
+With The Wu-Tang swordsman, slowly get dropped
+When my Shaolin sword, swing at Nasty Immigrants with passports
+To teach Man, Woman and Child, with the sword style
+God, complete the presence
+It only takes seconds to chop a nigga head on RZA records
+But you a worthless effort, follow faster then leopards
+I can't wait to return to the fuckin essence
+Of hip-hop, yo, my shit chop constantly
+It's over when my shit drops, son, honestly
+I love the RZA and the whole Wu Academy
+For givin me a chance to be what I wanna be (What?)
+But you will never know how much... (I love the gods)
+
+[RZA]
+Do you think this cocked mic will jam or choke?
+Come on my nigga.. Listen yo..
+Do you think this black mic will cock back, jam or choke?
+I should stick a long silver hook down your throat
+And snatch out your vocals, bitch my eyes is black opal
+Reflectin this 2.2 kilogram Mac that smoke you
+Fire ignitin' Northern Lights stuffed tight in chocolate Philly
+Lyrics pierce through the ear like the spear of Achilles
+Iron body Bobby Digital suit, don't bother to shoot
+Quicker than Clint when I draw the six shoo'
+Mortal Kombat whether it's the blind or the mute
+Cripple, or idiot, dun, the style's ridiculous
+Rapid flow got you petro, my voice echo, echoes
+Off the Wall Street money we stash like Gordon Gekko
+Gecko, gecko, let go my Eggo or feel my Eagle
+4,5,6 in my hand, I hold the c-lo
+Whether knocking out pounds, ounces or straight kilos
+You know how we roll, it's a Killa Bee show
+And I love you like the pharoah loved Joseph, the Jews love Moses
+Like a man bendin down on one knee before he proposes
+Expressed in the faith of Abraham about to slay Isaac
+And the patience of Daniel in the lion's den with closed eyelids
+You'll never know, you'll never know...
+
+(You don't know, that I really love you)
+(You don't know that I'm really there)
+**************************************************
+FearI was afraid as a child. I was afraid of everything. I was scared of water--I couldn't swim--I was scared of trucks on the turnpike, and mostly I was scared of ghosts. But at some point, I realized something. A ghost is something you create yourself--a man's mind makes it happen. If there were nobody on Earth, would a ghost still have a chance to spook somebody? No. You manifest ghosts through fear.
+     The words of Marcus Garvey resonated with me. He said, "Fear is a state of nervousness only fit for children. Men should not fear. The only thing man should fear is God. To fear anything other than God is to offend God." I carry that to this day: Enlightened men do not fear.
+**************************************************
+So Fly[RZA]
+Yo, yo, back on the track
+Bound to make your neck snap
+Like riding the Scream Machine with no seat strap
+Bob, bitch, hot throb, bitch
+Get on your job, bitch, suck my knob, bitch
+And get the fuck out my face
+I ain't got no time and I ain't got no space
+I pop again until you're finished
+I'm charged up like Popeye and two cans of spinach
+Laid out in a beach in Venice
+Bitches all up in my grill like the dentist
+Talking "Bobby, when we're gon' party?"
+Big ass hoes with the pussy hair notty
+Smoke until the throat get groggy
+Fucking all night til the mirror go foggy
+Cute cat like Heathcliff, I speak with the speech
+Three gift, ginseng keep the meat stiff
+If you wanna take a sniff or a whiff, bitch
+Bow down, get the fuck on your knees
+And just don't squeeze my nuts too hard
+I won't slap your butt too hard
+But let me just fuck you hard
+Hard, hard --- listen
+
+[Hook: Free Murda]
+Ma, stop acting like you so fly
+When you know you a freak on the inside
+Ma, stop acting like you so fly
+See them rims, rotating on that G5
+Ma, stop acting like you so fly
+You a dime, fat ass and them thick thighs
+Ma, stop acting like you so fly
+I'm trynna do nice things for the whole night
+
+[ShaCronz]
+You can catch Crizzy with a bad freak
+We got hoes that take care of us, my team's spoiled like bad meat
+We rotten like bad teeth, roll with mad heat
+TV's in the rearview, with armored glass seats
+If I like your butt, means I like the cut
+Weight on triple beams, bitch price is up
+Fight the rush, on sight, we like to bust
+Steel, hype as fuck, team nice as fuck, what?
+
+[RZA]
+I bring catarack on forty feet back
+And I bang rap beats over 43 tracks
+Wu-Wear fleece and a Gucci lenin
+Get drunk with the cops, fucking police women
+Playing poker with the squadron sergeant
+Get free food and clothes, muthafuck the bargain
+The black ghetto prince, leave no metal print
+Get put through the hood on the back of an elephant
+Police escort, gat in the JanSport
+Napsack, plus I just left court
+And I was late for that court date
+Because I was up all night fucking Strawberry Shortcake
+Bad Power Rule from out of Pelon
+Who had the pink & blue panties, do like the neon
+Lights, the free on ice, the ebon' life
+Clothes drop like one blow from the Leon fight, listen
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: Free Murda]
+So fly, on the inside
+So fly, on that G5
+Ma, stop acting like you so fly
+You a dime, fat ass and them thick thighs
+Ma, stop acting like you so fly
+I'm trynna do nice things for the whole night
+**************************************************
+Do U[Intro: RZA and Method Man]
+Come on my niggas, yo..
+Put your guns in your right hand and hold it down towards the floor
+Point all your guns down towards the floor for a minute
+Yeah, you could hold 'em, just point 'em down towards the floor
+For a sec, aight? (Yo y'all ain't fuckin' wit the Wu)
+We gon' splash like this, all my wild Digi heads
+(Y'all niggas is crook) Y'all niggas move a little up to the front
+Y'all niggas know what I'm talkin' about
+Word up, my weedheads, y'all play the right for a second
+Nahmean? Check it out
+All y'all niggas on X, y'all keep y'all asses in the back
+Aight? Straight up, in fact, matter of fact
+We gon' mingle this shit like mothafuckin' peas in the mothafuckin' pot
+Straight up Digi Digi style, word up, as we splash you right
+(Yeah, yeah, my niggas is crew, now y'all ain't
+Fuckin' wit the Wu
+Oh now y'all.. come on!)
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Walk wit a diddy bop ock, you silly pop, Jiffy Pop
+Fuck around, son, I'll blow ya face up with fifty shots
+Sharp darts, and it pop pop like tarts
+Extreme speed like Anakin inside the Pod
+Headed for the finish line, BOODOO, watch Bobby cross it
+Hoes with the diamonds on your toes, come on and floss it
+I be one of those tall skinny cats with the four-nine
+Three-eleven that rips through Power-U's and breaks spines
+I culture power-tuggin' boys who be drunk, buggin'
+Lovin' loud noise from toys, club thuggin'
+Sweet chocolate deluxe, rugged, sexy buttercup
+That don't give a fuck about the cop in the club
+Or the bouncer with the flashlight, one walked passed, right?
+Some pulled the razor and chopped his ear like he was Mad Mike
+I played the cipher in the corner, teachin' math
+One for one thoughts, a hundred brothers won't last
+"Do U"
+Because you can't do me
+"Do U"
+Because you can't do me
+Come on!
+
+[Verse 2: Prodigal]
+Yo, son, Wake Up!
+Yo, I gotta do this, man
+I gotta get this money, son
+
+Features in the crowd, appearance like, "Black I'm proud"
+In the background, no sounds, four pound, we hold ground!
+Brooklyn bound, seven initials up in the crown
+One man's ramblin', officials they shot him down
+Supreme, extreme, lean, killin' machines
+All I wanna do is feed my seed, plus my team
+Keep it logical, no games, straight up about Prodigal
+Diabolic drums and I run from none
+Testimony one, give my life before my only son
+Thelonious crumbs, why they wanna press me for guns?
+Now I'm in the face of the judge, court case thug
+From a race, laced, based on drugs, some made slugs
+As it was written, stroll through any block forbidden
+Glock hidden, why they wanna stop precision?
+Eighty-five percent of my brothers locked in prison
+And we just keep dyin' for the love of good livin'
+But Do U! Do U! Do U!
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse 3: GZA]
+You know those jams in the park, produced the spark
+Made me feel words how I read books in the dark
+I always took it to heart, loved the art
+A lifetime of darts, ripped crews apart
+Made their stay real short, I stamped the passport
+Couldn't bring through no wack shit of no sort
+I walked the borough challengin' the best that stood
+Torch metal mics, they conduct better than wood
+Once I electrify and only expect to die
+Rounded Bed-Stuy, ZZZZ, nigga fry
+My opponent block, the beat comin' from his box
+Investment ranker who's a joke in the stocks
+Keep a rhythmic pace, maintainin' great balance
+Movin' in steps of unheard of silence
+Normally progressioners, they're slow steepin'
+Niggas wanna light up when there's gas leakin'
+
+[Hook: RZA and sample]
+"Do U feel?"
+**************************************************
+Show U Love[Intro: RZA]
+Heheheheheh, hahahahahahah
+So, anything it takes to fight
+Hehehehehehehe, hahahahahaha
+As the snowflakes start to fall
+Bobby thought to himself, can he possibly survive?
+Then out of nowhere a stream of energy struck
+As he boosted, joined energy wit the Sun
+The Seven is shining, and the kids all felt happy!
+You are listening to the worlwide Digital Radio Show
+Where we play hiphop uncut, unedited
+Wit very few commercial interruptions
+
+[RZA]
+Yeah, Bobby, word
+BOODOODOODOODOODOO
+Why? Where? Where?
+BOODOODOODOODOODOO
+Just Bobby, yo, Digi Digi
+DOODOODOODOO, yo, yo..
+
+We interupt this program to bring you a special bulletin
+Bob Digital located inside the hood again
+Last seen helpin the crack fiend in detox
+Smackin this cat in his head for snatchin Reeboks
+Cut the dreadlocks, son, now rock the bald Caesar
+Allow God to slip through the shit more easier
+Police pulsated that they almost trapped Bobby
+Near the staircase outside a 240 lobby
+But son just disappeared in thin air
+Where you crab niggas want to go, I've been there
+Carry big guns, without bein parried
+Yo, Cali niggas say its carried
+Yo, don't waste your mind on time, don't chase the blind
+Don't eat swine, don't play with loaded 9's
+Don't quote weak rhymes
+If you approached by a brother in need, give him shine
+Show him light, don't get emotional, son, don't fight
+Unless it's self-defense, to break the savage backs
+So he's crew could be convinced
+That any time you cross the line, we snap spines
+Split ya melon, down to the rind
+You be fucked up, yo..
+From the way I talk, no tellin what you might hear
+BOODOODOODOO
+The words of wisdom is like a magnet to the ear
+
+[Break - RZA]
+We've come to +Show U Love+, son, we've come to show you
+Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you
+Wu-Tang +Show U Love+, so let me show you
+Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you
+I said, we've come to +Show U Love+, son, so let me show you
+Whether you my bitch, my nigga, or I don't know you
+
+[RZA]
+Bobby stainless, son, you must be brainless
+Drill through ya jugular vein with my canis
+Do love your brother, son, do show kindness
+Do speak the truth, deal in refinement
+Love God, or there'll be iron flyin at you
+From 4 corners of the Earth, God's eyein at you
+A wall full of eyes, makin demons in disguise
+As naked women, walkin sour lemon
+Every head, high-pitched bird, fly canary
+Body's vary, tck-a-chk, wisdom is secondary
+The most necessary, they daze you
+And blaze you, faze you out
+Wu-Tang razor blade may raise you
+Wafflehead cats, you get sent back to Belgium
+Don't have to tell 'em, like Taking of the Pelham
+1-2-3, Bobby showed up, ya shit blowed up
+Have ODB in the back with the Mac, son was tote up
+Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport Polo lenses
+Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic
+You get stabbed by the +Shaolin Finger Jab+
+Then nabbed, hung by ya toe like fresh skin slab
+
+[Break - RZA]
+Whether Aryan, Rastafarian, Syrian
+African, Black, Humanitarian, Bolivian
+We've come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
+Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don't know you
+Wu-Tang will +Show U Love+, so let me show you
+Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don't know you
+Don't have to come in this shit and make me blow you
+We've come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
+Yo.. so let me show you
+Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? We told you
+We've come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
+Whether you my nigga, my bitch, or I don't know you
+Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you
+Come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
+
+[RZA]
+You might get splat by the black gat
+Pssh.. Head split.. jigged up by the ice pick!
+**************************************************
+Black Widow Pt. 2[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, that's...
+Yeah, check this shit out
+Know what I'm sayin'? This is dedicated to all my hoes
+Know what I'm sayin'?
+All my babies' mothers, know what I'm sayin'?
+All my bitches, know what I'm sayin'? Let me tell a motherfucker something
+Ya'll motherfuckers want this money, bitch?
+You better earn this motherfuckin' money
+
+[Pre-verse]
+Bitch, let me show you somethin'
+My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin'
+Bitch, let me show you somethin'
+My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin'
+Bitch, let me show you somethin'
+My name Dirt Dog, bitch, ain't no frontin'
+Aaah!
+
+[Verse 1]
+Walkin' down the street, dark, dark night
+Saw a pretty girl, bitch caught my sight
+Bitch, so fine—fine as can be
+Bitch, you know you belong to me
+Drove over, said, "How you be?"
+Bitch, you know my name Dirt Dog, dirt MC
+"Dirt Dog—I know what you about."
+"Bitch, get the fuck in the car!" Drove her to my house
+Aaaah, to my house
+Open the door, take off your clothes
+Throw her on the floor, took off my clothes
+Showed her my dick, "Bitch, dis somethin' that you'll never forget."
+On the first pump she started to scream
+On the second pump she thought she had a bad dream
+On the third pump she started to cry
+"Dirt Dog, I don't wanna die!"
+"Just, shut the fuck up!"
+Pussy ain't nothin' but the skin of ya bone
+You can fuck it, you can suck, you can leave it alone
+25 cents is the regular price
+50 cent, you can fuck it twice
+75 cent, you can fuck it to the bone
+And a dollar' worth—leave it alone!
+
+[Skit: RZA + Raekwon + woman]
+
+[Produced by RZA]
+**************************************************
+Don’t Be Afraid[Intro: RZA]
+This mic is scared of me, son
+It's like I'm gonna rape it
+Ason in my heart...
+I date rape mics, my mic's a dike
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
+
+[Hook 2X: The Emotions "I Like It" sample]
+Don't be afraid to call my name
+Don't be afraid to call my name
+Don't be afraid to call my name
+Don't be afraid to call my name
+
+[RZA]
+I've been blessed by the scent of cathedrals, I'm regal royal
+Spoiled, I sleep with paralegals
+And tongue kiss lawyers and cops, buy a pound of chocolate
+Off the block, then I puff with the NARC's
+
+My Clan's wild cannibal, Wu, and my man'll shoot
+Blaow, leave your cold grippers mad with the saddest truth
+From banana head chunks, propaganda pumps
+Leave 'em buried on the Staten Island dump
+
+Tap the mic on the floor, chains to the Mighty Thor
+Two blades on my arm, look like the God of War
+Ason in my heart, yeah, I like it raw
+Words in the apple, I'mma bite it to the core
+
+Digitech, used to call me Prince Dynamite
+Cuz when I blew up the set, you couldn't find a mic
+Leave your ass in the dark, you can't find the light
+You been wrong so long, you can't find the right
+
+Way to speak, I spend a day on the beats
+Then a day on the paper, then a day on the beach
+Then a night in the sheets with fine wizzes, dime wizzes
+Who don't waste time to get straight down to business
+
+Zig Zag, make your girl catch a whip lash
+Tried to look when she seen the God zip past
+Money stack high up like a skyscraper
+Fly shorties getting stuck to my fly paper
+
+Now we march to the monument
+You see the seven in the star on the amulet?
+Don't allow negative in my circumference
+You can't understand, son, you incompetent
+
+The P is free, would you fuck for a million bucks?
+Keep the steel concealed, in the wheel of trucks
+ShaCronz put the rhinestone on the rims
+Timbo King put the rhinestones on his Timbs
+
+We live this life each and every day
+We all trying to make it a better way
+If you miss the words that I say
+Hit pause, record, and hit play
+
+I'm backed by a beautiful strong wiz
+Bless all to the Earths and all the kids
+Long live the God Divine and Big Free
+Young seeds and great kings
+
+[Hook 4X]
+**************************************************
+Airwaves[Intro: Samples + RZA]
+"We interrupt this program to bring you—"
+Chicka-poish! This, this is, is a, a, a, a Wu, Wu-Tang, Tang Killa, Killa Bee, Bee (Exclusive) blast, blast, blast, blast
+Wake up, wake up, wake up
+
+[Hook: Sample]
+"Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!"
+"Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!"
+"Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!"
+"Wu-tang! Wu-Tang!"
+
+[Verse: Bobby Digital]
+Bobby Steels, Staple' tales
+MCs get your lips stapled
+Project Killa Hill
+Is stamped on the map like the compass
+Sacred sword play tongue-twist piercing holes in you
+You can't escape seventy-thousand kilowatts
+Blast through your box, walk with alarm clocks
+Cars driving slow down the block
+One stopped, parks, pops his trunk
+Snares pops loud as Glock shots
+Bass like an M-80 in ya face, cops stop, give us citation
+We pause for radio station identification
+Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
+Love our queue got you drunk, you request the Wu
+Flying monks fatal darts in your airwaves, strike ya antenna
+You feel the bass shimmer
+It makes your light get dimmer
+Before you turn your dial from this
+You best to slit your wrists
+Through the soul of your heart like Don Cornelius
+Unfamiliar, leave no trace like Simon Templer
+Rhyme emperor, styles switch daily like temperature
+In your atmosphere the rap racketeer
+Six pack battery back, keeps 'em stacked
+I live for hip-hop
+And tall brown skin sugar plum who love the lollipops
+Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
+
+[Hook: Sample]
+"Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!"
+"Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!"
+**************************************************
+Makin’ Moves[Produced by RZA]
+
+[Intro: RZA]
+Hip hoppers
+Get your microphones ready
+Coming all the way from the Windy City of Chicago
+Bringing you a cold flow, like tons of snow
+Introducing Rockie Fresh
+
+[Verse 1: Rockie Fresh]
+OK I wanna be the greatest of all time
+Looking at the stars and I feel we can all shine
+Looking at my dreams and I feel like they all mine
+Seen a little pain but I'ma be just fine
+I came from the dark I saw the light created a spark
+It's a movie I'm just playing my part
+And it's all in my heart and everyday it beats I be making moves
+Even when I'm on feet I'ma make it through
+
+[Scratch Hook](x4)
+Beats I be making moves
+Beats I be making moves
+
+[Verse 2: Rockie Fresh]
+Riding through my city and it's priceless
+Top peeled back and the weather is the nicest
+Working too hard is probably one of my vices
+But it's gotta be done, games gotta get won
+And right now I'm not too concerned 'bout where you from
+But where you tryna go? Let a brother know
+See you could plant a seed, water it and watch it grow
+I'm just tryna go places I ain't never been before
+He's so calm, he's so chill
+The flow so mean but he nice for real
+I'm just running to my momma just to pay those bills
+And the team gotta eat so we all need meals
+My cup runneth over and they want that spill
+I always saw the plan before I saw that deal
+Stay focused and soon they'll notice
+The case still closed but this letter was open, we rolling
+
+[Hook]
+No matter how the wind blows
+We gotta keep a cold flow
+Double O's to the [?]
+Cause we be making that big dough
+You gotta keep a cold flow
+Any way the wind blows
+We be dropping that info
+And we be making that big dough
+We be making that big dough oh, oh, oh, oh
+You gotta keep a cold flow
+Any way the wind blows
+We be dropping that info
+And we be making that big dough
+We be making that big dough oh, oh, oh, oh
+
+[Scratch Hook]
+**************************************************
+Sickness[Intro: RZA]
+Yo, the great Digi
+"What are you looking for?"
+The World's greatest mind
+Bob Digital
+"Man with no mother"
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, try to cross reference, my epic preference
+Fresh mint, tight lint, you get trapped inside the monkey wrench
+Ain't no landlubber ever gonna suit the sailor
+I'm blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia
+You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea
+Gobbled up, like the lost city of Mu and Atlantis
+But I'm fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas
+Have your clan stranded on the enchanted land of Gomer-Oz-Dabar
+GEM Blue Star, razor blade scar
+Who dare wanna spar bar for bar? Allah U Akbar
+I turn the most degenerate hood into a pop star
+Bless the seed who prays the Most High, without askin' why
+Flicks from ocean shore, kick like Marshall Law
+I might strike with the eagle claw or tiger paw
+On the shores of African beach, facin' the east
+White sands stretched out as far as the eye can see
+Found buried by the sea
+The heat of Allah son will crack through Antarctica
+We ride blue whales, you sell Nautica ships on the carpenter
+We should send all these Devils back to Hell
+You small as to die in my sentence, I speak with vengeance
+Snatch up 17 million plus 2 million Indians
+Your incorrect retrospect on the situation
+You didn't know it was a Wu-Tang affiliation
+Legs weak like twigs, you're forbidden like pig
+You can't fuck with the Zig-Zag-Zig
+
+[Break: RZA]
+Raise your sword, and praise the Lord
+And wage war on this wicked society
+Raise your sword, and praise the Lord
+And wage war on this wicked society
+
+[RZA]
+The village must be pillaged
+The merciless, the Earth is damp from blood spillage
+Cursed the ancestors and the seed of the assailant
+Dissect his body like an alien
+My seed must be spread
+I bust sperm cells with Bobsleds
+Then race to the egg and bring forth the
+Arm-Leg-Leg-Arm-Head
+All you niggas out there who got money
+Better watch out for the money hungry
+Straight up...
+The most beloved from a region undiscovered
+I've been hovered over by black buzzard walkin' through public
+Imagine the feelin' of growin' up, ten children
+Stuffed inside a shack, in the project buildings
+Women, infants and coupons, one stole Campbell's soup on
+Stressed out with four kids, aborter
+Next door the dope fiend neighbour tryin' to sell his little daughter
+Poisonous, heat from the oven
+The only way we had to live was survivin' off mommy's lovin'
+Dead bodies found in the incinerator
+Lights Out, somebody fucked up the generator
+Talkin' welfare, cheese, franks and beans
+Mud stains on mock-neck shirts and tainted jeans
+Twisted up, how the fuck we get bended up?
+And ended up in this four block radius where they enslaved us
+Sweatin' from cheese ravioli with tomato sauce and anchovie
+Spoiled, ah shit, my blood boiled
+But fuck that, I'm ready for open hand combat
+It's the tomcat, and my thoughts are unlimited
+Inflicted fatal wounds and I'm immune, to your evil society
+
+[Break: RZA]
+So praise the Lord and and wage war
+Against this wicked society, society
+Praise the Lord and raise your sword
+Against this wicked society, society
+Praise the Lord and raise your sword
+Against this wicked society
+
+[RZA]
+There was a Legend of a Liquid Sword
+That was Only Built 4 Niggas with Cuban Linx
+Who +Entered the 36th Chamber+
+And keep the true links, inherit +The W+ emblem
+Movin' the muscle changin' and bone tendon bendin'
+Science of 25 thousand year millennium
+The sinners from the men who exiled the Indians from India
+Who's times can't be measured linear
+In all tribes on Earth who can't find a friendlier group of people
+Who shunt all evil, treat all men equal
+Even though we see through your wicked intentions
+We gave you land to experiment with your inventions
+But you strive for global lynchin', extension
+But it's yourself that will become extinct
+You inherit this power to think and build things
+The free will to love, not hate or kill things
+And when you went astray, we sent prophets to reveal things
+And left scriptures behind to fulfill things
+But you still wanna kill things, rob and steal things
+So don't blame us when it's time to fulfill things and kill Kings
+
+[Break: RZA]
+Raise the sword and praise the Lord
+On this wicked society, society
+Raise your sword and praise the Lord
+It's a wicked society, society
+Praise the Lord and raise your sword
+Against this wicked society
+Wage war
+Against this wicked society
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Yo, the +Sickness+
+That's what I want
+"What are you looking for?"
+"Man with no mother"
+That's what I want
+"What are you looking for?"
+"Man with no mother"
+**************************************************
+Drink, Smoke & Fuck[RZA]
+Aiyo, raise 'em up, hold ya cup
+Up, let the Alize fill them up
+Thug passion, love passion, niggas, who be actin'
+Grey Goose, cranberry juice
+Absolut, for those who can't afford the Goose
+Malibu, coconut rum, Amaretto sour, coke & rum
+We gettin' drunk, Hennessey, V.S.O.P
+Age in the barrel, thirty-three years
+My girl's been limin' it biz, ya'll niggas sniff lines in the stairs
+German beers, Heineken, Beck's, Bud for you rednecks (yee-hah!)
+Milwaukee's best, for those who only got two dollars and a bag of cess
+
+[Hook 4X: RZA]
+All we wanna do is drink, smoke and fuck (fuck!)
+
+[RZA]
+Chronic, blubonic, chocolate Thai stick, you want it
+Jamaican green, silver haze, the Northern Lights get ya ass in a daze
+Purple hydro, Indonesian skunks, you can tell by the funk
+All we need is Fonzo' leaf or a blunt
+Ez-Wider, Bambú, I prefer the Dutch
+Split the back open, then the weed get crushed
+Bic lighter gettin' sparked, we procede to puff
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[RZA]
+Here's to good friends, tonight is kinda special
+The beer we brought, must be something wrong, somehow
+Muthafuck the low and brow
+Or the Rolling Rock, nigga, cuz I'm sippin' Cristal
+Dom P., folski, yeah, Juliet, ice cold P
+Peter Pipers, nigga, take a sip
+Sit back, muthafucka or I'll bust ya lip
+
+[Hook 4X]
+
+[RZA]
+There's Tanya, there's Sandra
+Oh shit, there goes my cousin's baby's mamma
+Big ass Nicole with no soul
+Who would fuck a muthafucka for a jellyroll (jellyroll?)
+I see Tasha, Pam and Sasha
+Her cousin Tawanna, she's hairy like Chewbacca
+Always trynna smoke on that chewbacca
+Suck a dick dry for two shots of that Vodka
+There's Shasha, BeBe and CeCe
+Dede and Deiji, TiTi and FiFi
+FayFay and BayBay, KatKat and FayBay
+KayKay and Friday, they live for the payday
+To drink, smoke and fuck
+
+[Hook 4X]
+
+Fuck! (8X)
+**************************************************
+You Can’t Stop Me NowRound up, round up, round up, round up
+Round up, round up, round up, round up
+Round up, round up, round up, round up
+Round up, round up
+
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+
+The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes
+While others had big tops I was slingin' small dimes
+Tryin' to make the come up, the blow used to numb up
+A few G's a week, my clique used to sum up
+
+Till my brother got locked up, my girl got knocked up
+My closest homies each, got popped up and shot up
+And cops flood the block, no way to eat
+So I dropped a half a G
+
+On a rented SP-1200 Sampler and a Yamaha Four-Track
+The bass from the lab used to blow the fuckin' door back
+While Ghost was doin' stick-ups, tryin' to make a vic' up
+Waitin' outside for the Brinks truck to pick up
+
+Nothing would work, so we're back to choppin' nicks up
+Givin' grown ass women two vials for a dick suck
+When I was stressed I would head to the rest
+Then the pads on the SP-12 got pressed
+
+Makin' beats for the streets, so the family could eat
+In '93, Wu-Tang Clan dropped their first LP
+We went platinum, whoo-peesh, yeah, we flatten 'em
+Pockets got fat and um, went and got Cap and 'em
+
+Staten's on the map and um, Brooklyn Zu is bombin' 'em
+All around the world, Killa Beez start swarmin' 'em
+You can't stop us, you can't block us, rock us or mock us
+Knock us or top us, better sit back and watch us
+
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+
+Can't stop me, man
+No matter how hard, you better go hard
+So hard, if you gon' try and stop me now
+I be ruckus to rhythm like the blocks be wild
+Bad enough I got the cops tryin' to lock me down
+
+Can't nobody break my stride or shake my pride
+Without a homicide, case and trial
+It's a long time comin', long nines bustin'
+Cradle to the grave I be on my grind hustlin'
+
+Sometimes when I think about it, have my mind buggin'
+The shit that I been through, things that I've seen
+The chicks that I ran through, places that I've been
+I'm a victim of the very song I sing
+
+That's how it is in the heart of it, most want no part of it
+Some will soothe the pain through booze and narcotics
+I'ma hold my head, stay true to where my heart is
+Either you pay with your life or you pay dues and homage
+
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now
+**************************************************
+Bobby Did It (Spanish Fly)[Intro: Islord]
+Aiyyo, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
+One thing, let me tell y'all niggas somethin'
+I don't give a, flyin' fuck about
+None of y'all niggas out here
+None of y'all niggas out here
+Cause you ain't, none of my motherfuckin' comrades
+I don't give a, flyin' fuck, what?
+You want it? Bring it son, bring it son
+Bring it, yo, check it on out
+
+[Ndira: talking over Islord above]
+Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
+Hijo de puta
+[?] el coño de mi, maricon
+Y nunca me llamas, Roberto
+You treat me like an analog ho
+
+[Verse 1: Islord]
+Yo, lyrically, I got all y'all niggas under my wing
+Cause I bring terror throughout this rap era
+Like them Muslim cats, who don't give a fuck
+About blowin' this rock, off the map
+Where Mayor Guiliani rest at, so let me get that
+Microphone up off of you, cause it's
+Definitely not meant for you to have it in your palm
+To try to rock the crowd
+Puttin' it all on to stay calm
+You waited for the God Islord to drop the bomb
+And swarm the stage about a hundred fat
+With lyrical material that's all that
+Like a two point five carat clustered jew-el
+Rock like Patti La-Belle
+Cause everything is real kid, you dead up
+Dissect the true kids gettin' set up
+For a car/Jeep heist, it ain't nice
+As we ran up in the crib and stuck the kid
+And smacked the wife, cause she, had on two chains
+With a tray full of ice in 'em
+But that's how it goes down when you livin in the Cold World
+
+[Interlude: Timbo King]
+Cold World, what?
+
+[Hook: Ndira]
+Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta
+
+[Verse 2: Timbo King]
+Yo, I spit flames thermonuclear type
+Ignite mics, blow up U.S.A. satellites
+Insane Unabomber, my whole fam lace golden armor
+Royal calmer, black queen black Madonna
+The missing link be the big lips on the Sphinx
+Intelligent instincts
+I say knowledge is the foundation
+When I move in the L's formation, against Hell's nation
+Bobby Digital cybertech test micro-check
+High bias, record the levels
+Anti four devils, anti four devils
+
+[Bridge: Ndira]
+Bobby, como puede ser que me jodistes?
+Hijo de puta
+[?] el coño de mi, maricon
+Y nunca me llamas
+Me tratas like an analog ho, Roberto
+Nadie te importa, cariño
+I wanna be Digital Bobby
+Bobby Digital
+RZA me advertio de Bobby
+Bobby Digital
+
+[Verse 3: Bobby Digital]
+All you analog cats from weak tracks and weak raps
+And weak video clips and weak stacks
+Weak bitches with weak lawyers and weak acts
+And weak staffs, born life couldn't copyright
+With weak math, come get a dose of the strong
+Coconuts splittin', all you chocolate deluxe butter alms
+French buttercups probably wanna see Bobby in handcuffs
+With the toes in my mouth
+Stand up or rape me, rotate auto-locate me
+In the center solar
+Corner block Hip-Hop now expand to the polar
+Fuzzy low short frequency
+Circuit breakers, try to take
+Us on illusionary rides to the future
+Polygram graphic rap actors, flash ya
+Cash and jewelry like bus passes
+That's why your ass got stuck up
+So wake the fuck up or get smoked
+Analog rhymes hoes are like groupies we fucked
+Took for derelict, sales are too soupy
+Better get the Bobby Digital movie!
+
+[Hook: Ndira]
+Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta
+
+[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]
+Tarantula, that groove season
+Newlywed of rap, which G you believe in?
+Rally back, twist a half a man arm off
+Late night, nearly happy standoff
+How boldly blinded by Bobby crossthievin' van diva
+Lever 2000 mic talk, might bolt to match
+Pinch me in the eve carved perfectly from God
+Manufactured through the eye, same Puma dash
+I snares Dumar, Nicolas, half a face, Cage
+Half a coke Dutch sprinkle sage
+Bounce to Huey crib yo and got laid
+Straight off the ground y'all word up
+…Bad bitch
+
+[Verse 5: Jamie Sommers]
+Yo, yo, yo my tapdance sword splash
+Yo.. my nigga Dix'll leave you whiplashed, feel the cash
+Pussy worth a key a stash, bloodbath
+Hard to walk the righteous path
+Flavor for life into death, this berry tart your ginger
+Ooh she mad tender, analog surrender
+Off my motherfuckin' splendor, Jamie Sommers pussy bionic
+Supersonic, splash you with the Wu-Wear garments
+For the 9 fuckin' 9, motherfuckers
+
+[Hook x2: Ndira]
+Todo lo que a ti te gustas es music pa' lo puta
+
+[Outro: Jaime Sommers]
+Bobby, all you ever want is weed, money, music and pussy
+**************************************************
+Domestic Violence Pt. 2[RZA]
+You ain't shhh
+Ya momma ain't shhh
+Your daddy ain't shit
+Your pussy ain't shhh
+Bitch, you ain't shhh
+Your friends ain't shh
+Your whip ain't shhh
+Pocketbook ain't shhh
+You talk that shhh
+But girl you ain't shhh
+Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh
+You talkin' shit girl, your pussy ain't shit
+Your friends ain't shit, you whip ain't shhh
+
+You see these wizards out here, trynna floss like
+I wear the pants dada, I'm the boss papa
+I'm a Survivor! I play the course dada
+They got the little toy vibrators on there speed, chacha
+See I don't need a man, don't need to see a man
+But it seems to me ho, you wanna be a man
+You Tinkerbell and your girlfriend is Peter Pan
+Strap on the KY Jelly, you wanna eat ya friend
+
+[Big Gipp]
+I know the type, come down and take a little pipe
+Then run up and call me cupcakes, say "I didn't fuck you right"
+Shit, call me now, like that bitch on the tube with the tarot cards
+Cuz, mushy gushy still goin for sale on the Boulevard
+Now I didn't I see, didn't I see you walk on the porno flicks
+Givin' brain at the same, give no bumper hit
+Get them bent accross seas, damn near done rapped the world
+And you qualify, my book here's a nasty girl
+
+[Hook: Big Gipp]
+You ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
+Yo daddy ain't shit, yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
+You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
+Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+You ain't shit, yo daddy ain't shit
+Yo mama ain't shit, and yo pussy ain't shit, bitch
+You ain't shit, your friends ain't shit
+Your whip ain't shit, pocketbook ain't shit, bitch
+
+[Big Gipp]
+Hey Bobby, I know this loot gobbler, hard knobber
+More peaches than cobbler, corner store soliciter
+Drawers up her ass wipe, what you want
+And what you need, and what you get is two different things
+Pulled over, Pea Street, and put the bitch out in the rain
+Lost your mind, ya 409, riding the short yellow bus
+Gipp ain't never been touched, left insane, drunk off of (?) lush
+Hush, shit-kicker licker, stronger than Wild Turkey liquor
+Tryin to entice her, movin to hit her, but I'd rather forget her nigga
+
+[RZA]
+Bodododo, plus her knees be purple, Gipp, she like to gurgle gurgle
+And goggle, goggle, slurpy slurp and she swallow swallow
+I met this Caramel Sundae, her name was Betty Boo
+She put her period blood in her spaghetti stew (fuck no! fuck no!)
+I knew her mama, her papa, plus her naughty daughter
+She filled her baby's ba-ba up with toilet water
+And Sun Dew, the whole Clan used to run threw
+Her Power U, then just bless her wit the hair doo
+Bitch, I pack a horse dick, plus you know my chain is frosted
+One fuck from the apple head and shorty lost it
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Cuz you ain't shit, yo mama ain't shit
+Yo daddy ain't shit, yo cousins ain't shit, bitch
+You ain't shit, yo whip ain't shit
+Pocketbook ain't shit and yo friends ain't shit, bitch
+
+[Hook: Big Gipp]
+You ain't shit, yo folks ain't shit
+Yo lawyer ain't shit, yo bumper car ain't shit, bitch
+You ain't shit, yo boyfriend ain't shit
+Your last name ain't shit, your whole family ain't shit, bitch
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Fuckin' around, nigga from Israel
+Bobby Digital, Big Gipp a/k/a Mute
+Straight from the underground, we gone
+**************************************************
+Intro[Spoken Introduction: Unknown]
+Bobby!
+Warum bist Du in unser Land gekommen?
+Warum bist Du in mein Leben gekommen?
+Du hast meine Frau gefickt, meine Kinder sind verrückt nach Dir, und ich bin so glücklich. Ha
+Bobby!
+Bobby Digital!!
+Wer bist Du? Wer bist Du? Du bist im Grunde ein Teufel, der in die Hölle gehört. Aber eigentlich ein Engel, der aus dem Himmel kommt
+Bobby... Bobby... Bobby Digital
+**************************************************
+TerroristBOBBY!! Bobby Bobby Bobby, word up Digital, Digital
+Terrorist shit, terrorist shit, come and get a hold of it
+Tune of the Black Knight, Killarm, Killarm, Killarm
+
+[Verse 1: Dom Pachino (P.R. Terrorist)]
+Contemplate on how to run this shit
+Universally forever runnin
+Reflect shots off my wall, (THIS SHIT) will split your nugget
+Thoughts too rugged, extortinate cream from off the budget
+Refugees of the Terrorist, fans, they fuckin love it
+Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is a minimum
+Niggas, they try to dub it, yo
+It's the hottest shit on the streets since summer '86
+My prefix, is like a remix, throwin bricks
+Try and dub the shit it's accurate
+Come for your head, it's Immaculate Conception
+When my rep is, bustin shots
+Niggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood
+
+[Verse 2: Doc Doom]
+Yo, switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos
+Up in these killin fields you bound to die slow
+Your style staggers like a drunken wino
+That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight
+That's like tryin to walk a tight rope
+Switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos
+Up in these killin field you bound to die slow
+Your style staggers like a drunken wino
+That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight
+That's like tryin to walk a tight rope, wit no feet
+Mercenary team, streets of concrete
+Sasquash dump a nigga ass on wide Friday
+Invincible, Doctor Destructor
+My lyrics ran war like Lebanon are troops, a Desert Storm
+It be on son, Compton is the city where I come from
+Act dumb if you want to and catch a hot one
+It's that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight
+Don't give a fuck cuz every night is our night
+
+[Verse 3: Killa Sin]
+Rap bygones, smash spit fire outta cons
+Fuck bygones, rely on Islam and my pythons
+Squeeze off long diss, window pitch, control of this
+Gun powder covers my wrist, blasphemous
+Have these fake fucks cursin my name
+Knowin damn well I'm hurting the same
+What part of the game you playin, kid I'm sayin'
+Yo three months ago we was on, but it's on now
+Chasin the don, your money ain't long
+Faggot fuck, bag em up, stick him in the back of my truck
+Strip em and smack him up for actin up
+He's slithering, hit him in the ribs again
+Broke the code of honor that we livin in
+Could lead to the whole click, dismemberin'
+Never that, Killarm roll strong
+Even though you gone, Wise, the crew will still hold on
+I love you, in that dream, you probably told me who bust you
+Should of payed attention but I slept so for that
+I gotta dust two, devils off, headed off, all that
+Fuck it, blow trial style, Law and Order cat gotta serve justice
+What, fuck this, justice, get your musket, and bust quick word up
+
+[Outro: Holocaust]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, thieves-[cut off]
+**************************************************
+Fast Cars[Intro: RZA]
+True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack
+Bob Digi back for a snack
+Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack
+Raekwon got the triz-nap
+
+[Hook: RZA & Erica Bryant]
+We be ridin' fast cars
+Weed all in the glass jar
+Chrome all on my crash bar
+Glocks all in my stash box
+We be ridin' fast cars
+Weed all in the glass jar
+Chrome all on my crash bar
+Glocks all in my stash box
+
+[RZA]
+Gats burst off, thugs take their shirts off
+Five niggas drop off, before I got the verse off
+Pop go the Glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off
+Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise
+SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P
+On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate
+No caffeine, but the submachine gun will percolate
+Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggas Duck Daffy
+Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi
+Drivin' through the hill at night to the weedspot
+I got two hands but I'm known to carry three Glocks
+B-O-B-B-Y, niggas see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi
+Used to break days smokin' coke and digi
+'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby
+Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine
+Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting?
+Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggas know me
+Wrap niggas in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing
+Sick silky six syllable stanza
+Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha
+She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer
+Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: Cancer
+
+[Hook: RZA & Erica Bryant]
+We be ridin' fast cars
+Weed all in the glass jar
+Chrome all on my crash bar
+Glocks all in my stash box
+We be ridin' fast cars
+Weed all in the glass jar
+Chrome all on my crash bar
+Glocks all in my stash box
+
+[Ghostface Killah]
+Yo... yo.. yo..
+Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle
+I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced
+You shoot me? I shoot you, best bet's to finish me
+Cuz if not, if I get the chance, I'mma doo-doo
+Your shit all over your hood, the clips go buckin' me good
+The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)
+Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine
+Y'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin
+Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right
+Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right
+Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right
+He on the floor, tell his grams, "yo I seen the light"
+The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin' the joint
+Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin' moist
+I ain't know what to do so I told the boys
+I'm not a sucker look, y'all mothafuckin' made noise
+
+[Hook: RZA & Erica Bryant]
+We be ridin' fast cars
+Weed all in the glass jar
+Chrome all on my crash bar
+Glocks all in my stash box
+We be ridin' fast cars
+Weed all in the glass jar
+Chrome all on my crash bar
+Glocks all in my stash box
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Ice Water exclusive, Bob Digi
+Kinetic 9, Killa Beez
+Straight up, Raekwon the Chef
+Bizza-bizza-O Di-di-Dirty Bas-stard
+Gizza-gizza-ga-gizza-gizz-ga-Ghostface Killah, Killah, Killah
+The GZA, The Genius
+Mizza-mizza-mizza M-E-T-H-O-D Man
+Straight up, Masta Killa
+The Inspectah Deck, U-G-O-D
+The B-O-B-B-Y tck-tck-pssh
+**************************************************
+Handwriting on the Wall[Intro: Ras Kass]
+We on some Phantom of the Opera shit
+It's the Gothic shit
+As I produce the Waterproof mask
+You never ask the question, "Who's the man behind the red mask?"
+About to a drive-by on MC's so listen
+Aiyyo!
+
+[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
+Yo my mic check is Robo-Tech
+Run over the track till my lyrical GigaPet slow flow
+Cardiac arrest like FloJo, rock ice Ro-Ro
+Pack fo-fo fo' sho tho
+More and more cream, and niggas Still Love You Rakeem
+The game of death, we kickin niggas in the chest like Kareem
+My wingspan is wider than Rodan
+My sweet and sour niggas wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram
+I grammatically slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy
+The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan is eatin ham
+So catch me in Deep Space Nine
+Wit eight million stories on seven continents
+And six billion bullets on the Star Trek
+Solid state logic thug niggas electronic
+Eat, drink, sleep, shit, fuck, build and smoke chronic
+Playa, this is not a game, I said it before
+Went through the door I came wit Wu-Tang
+The Artist Formerly Know as You
+Got snatched out his truck on Florence and Normandy Duke
+We strictly Digital
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo
+The Last Starfighter, my thoughts make the sun shine brighter
+I bust in a bitch mouth to make her teeth seem whiter
+Roam like space drones through all time zones
+Your face get blown, I make home, Bobby'll fuck Grace Jones
+Mocha caps with dilithium crystal
+Raise the pendulum cuts through your ear tissue, Digital signal
+Scramble your brain then regain residuals
+Like Microsoft, My mic might go off before the lights go off
+You derelict bitches, I give your tonsils eighty stitches
+Bobby long strong, even fuck the Eastwick Witches
+**************************************************
+Ode to Django (The D Is Silent)[Intro: samples]
+"Mr. Wilson!"
+"Good morning innkeeper! Two beers for two weary travelers"
+"I love you Django"
+"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell you think you doing, boy?"
+"I love you Django"
+"Get that nigga out of here!"
+"Where life has little value, prepare the death"
+"I love you Django"
+"Another day, another death"
+"I love you Django"
+"Another dollar"
+
+[RZA]
+He who go through snow, rain, mountain or ice
+Nothing can block ya, this path of vengeance
+There's no repenting, he came to deliver
+Out the death sentence, on enemies
+Blood stains on the cotton field by the cotton mill
+Cold steel keep the body hot, they rot in hell
+36 lashes on his back, left gashes
+Every crack of the whip, he got mental flashes
+They interrupt his baby making, and his lady's taken
+To a far off place, more north and more forsaken
+Lord help these fools, they be dead man
+Bout to put a third hole in their Klan headbands
+The good Dr. Schultz check their dental records
+The slug make his whole mug disconnected
+They learn to shoot, doing the dead man tango
+He's wild like a wild durango
+But the D is silent, Django
+
+[Samples]
+"Django, I think you should make a last request"
+"I'm going to find you anyway I can"
+"They praying to kill, I don't mind"
+"It's a smart thing to do when you know that death is coming for you"
+"How come you haven't got your burial suit with you?"
+"We'll have to leave you to the vultures"
+
+[RZA]
+He get Cash Rule to blast you
+Tie you up, have you hung from his lasso
+And drag you through the valley of death like ruined cattle
+The D is silent, hear the noise from his barrel
+Learned to shoot and do the dead man tango
+Wild like a durango, but the D is silent, Django
+Tie you up, have you hung from the lasso
+Give him a gun, and he gets paid just to blast you
+Drag you through the valley of death, like ruined cattle
+The D is silent, hear the noise from the barrel
+And whistle of the song, like a fucking carol
+In the eyes of the sparrow
+Every father would love to overthrow a tyrant
+It's a simple science, Jack overthrows the giant
+Neither snow, rain, mountain or ice can block my path of vengeance
+There's no repenting, I'm giving you the death sentence
+Blood stains on the cotton field, in the cotton mill
+Cold steel heat your body up, may you rot in hell
+36 lashes, on my back, left gashes
+For every crack of the whip, I felt mental flashes
+Interrupt my baby making, have my ladies taken
+To a place far up north and more forsaken
+Lord, help this fool he's a dead man
+Bout to put another hole in his Klan headband
+The good Dr. Schultz check the dental records
+The slug'll make his whole mug disconnected
+I learnt to shoot the dead man with a tango
+
+[Samples]
+"Yeah, his name is Django"
+"I love you Django"
+"Django, I think you should make a last request"
+"I love you Django"
+"I'll be glad to oblige you, anyway I can"
+"You can start praying if you like, I don't mind"
+"It's a smart thing to do when you know that death is coming for you"
+"I love you Django"
+"How come you haven't got your burial suit with ya"
+"We'll have you leave you to the vultures"
+"I love you Django"
+"Where life has little value, prepare the death"
+"I love you Django"
+**************************************************
+Lab Drunk[Intro]
+Wu-Tang worldwide, Wu-Tang, Bobby Digital worldwide
+Wordlwide, word up, all y'all crab MC's out there
+Let me spark y'all like this one time
+
+[Verse 1]
+Yo, I make your fragile bones rattle with battles, chrome barrels
+Microphone arrows thrown strike like stone paddles
+To ya head, you'll be spread across the floor
+Dead and headed for a bed of roses
+Needle threaded, one jaw off-set'ed
+By the fatal blow, tornado blow, battleship
+Naval boats, U-boat torpedo, you can't stay afloat
+You sink to the brink of extincted animals
+While I bang your head on the turntbuckle wild like George the Animal
+Steel stinger, Killa Bee ten inches, sharp as picket fences
+Quick to detect your intentions if they're wicked
+Meditate, build the house on the next dimension
+My flow is co-hension, you'll be stuck
+
+[Hook]
+Stumbled into the lab half-drunk
+Honey-dipped, stinking blunts
+Smelling like I ran over I skunk
+Wiz popping junk, it must be that time of the month
+But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung
+Stumbled inside my lab half-drunk
+Honey-dipped, stinking blunts
+Smelling like I ran over I skunk
+Wiz popping junk, it must be that time of the month
+But fuck it, I got to spit this verse from my lung
+
+[Verse 2]
+Pile drive your head to the canvas
+On this mic you got no fuckin manners
+You be duckin hammers, we be clutchin banners
+Touchin amateur challengers, we try to throw off balance us
+Keep a 120 grain gunpowder inside the cannister
+You can't compare to one atom of my hair
+While my verbal shot be drillin through the cave of your ear
+Ricohet to the ceilin, of the cerebral hemisphere
+Deflect off your medula, exit out to the rear
+MCin is easier to me than breathin
+And makin beats to me is easier than peein
+Killin vibes is easier than seein
+I be geein, and fuckin with the Wu-Tang Clan is wilder
+Bitch, than skiin down a 1000 foot hill with broke skis
+Blocked by rocks, wild billy ghost, steel needle pine trees
+My mind sees all of the unusual energies
+Tell me, have you ever felt a sunshine breeze?
+
+[Hook]
+
+{Verse 3]
+Yo, your flower fist is powerless against me
+Your cowardice attacks the master track alchemist, Rap Malcolm
+My champagne stains silver, bullet lex 4
+Millenium falcon, chest in a vest to protect the Wu-Tang's sacred valium
+Chased by snake's planes, I race states police
+We slay microphone foes, the size of robeasts
+Unpredictable pain is inflictable
+Razor blade will ripple you, death blow will cripple you
+12.9 meter level, son, you just skipped all my classes
+IhHit a rap gkid with glasses, then jack his bus passes
+His sister was similar to Jaqueline Onassis
+My sound chassis blast, rhyme script written, well-casted
+Strong as safari hunter, calm in the Congo
+Un-plug the dynamic microphone cord and hung you
+From a towerin' speaker, I'll tape your ear to the tweater
+My mental idea's are more severe than your heater
+Innocent drive-bys, 85's shoot try to overthrow us
+But they love us like babies, once they get to know us
+Your flower fist is powerless against me
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Bob ’n’ I[Intro: sample]
+Bird flying high, you know how I feel
+Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
+Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel
+It's a new dawn, it's a new day
+It's a new life for...
+Bird flying high, you know how I feel
+Sun in the sky, you know how I feel
+Breeze drifting by, you know how I feel
+It's a new dawn, it's a new day
+It's a new life for me
+
+[RZA]
+Who be the last man standin' when I cock back the cannon? (Bobby!)
+And blast your ass in search for Michael Landon (and)
+Abandon ship, you can't penetrate (and)
+My solar eclipse, you dickhead y'all get pussy-whipped (and)
+Sword of Conan, wind speed of Rodan (and)
+Flow so cold, I freeze M.C.'s to snowmen (and)
+Turn 'em up to the sun to defrost them (and)
+Proceed with caution, you get your beans baked in Boston (and)
+Slice a lemonhead, it's like John Lennon said (and)
+Help, you need somebody and (and)
+If you ever see somebody and (and)
+Fuckin' with the Wu, you gonna be a body and (and)
+By me, myself and Bobby and (sha na na) (and)
+You superficial nigga, fuck it I'm a superhero (and)
+My pistol will turn you to a super zero (and)
+Make a fingetip griplock of Royce Gracie (and)
+While I'm makin' this cash like Mr. Spacely (and)
+Or Cogswell Cogs, I don't fuck with hogs (and)
+Your dialogue is stuck, too analog (and)
+Is you guns heavy enough? (and)
+Is your gold chain truck Chevy enough? (and)
+Don't fuck around with Starks, Rebel and us (and)
+B-O-B-B-Y (sha na na) (and)
+You superficial nigga, buck it I'm a superhero (and)
+My super pistol will turn you to a super zero (and)
+Lot of niggas askin' us, some faxin' us (and)
+How I gladiate, take land like Maximus (and)
+You listerin', while this winds blisterin' (and)
+I'm in the clouds like my man Calrissian (and)
+Lando, bust shots like Marlon Brando (and)
+You gettin' smacked like I'm playin' black Sambo (and)
+Hambone, hambone, haven't you heard? (and)
+Papa gonna buy you a mockingbird (and)
+If that mockingbird don't sing (and)
+Papa gonna buy you a diamond ring (and)
+Watch out for the Killa Bee sting (and)
+BZA-Bobby (sha na na)
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+You see that's what we called B-Boy freestyle!
+You stupid muthafucka!!!
+
+"and" "Bobby!" (repeated to the end)
+
+"sha na na!"
+**************************************************
+Reddit AMA1. Can you describe what the reaction was from everyone was after Inspectah deck first laid down his verse in Triumph?
+
+RZA - He slayed it. And everybody knew it. And everybody else tried to slay. But he slayed it
+2. Did Ol' Dirty really live up to the craziness that he portrayed in his music?
+
+
+RZA - Times ten
+3. What happened first, you naming yourself RZA or your cousin naming himself GZA?
+
+RZA - I named myself the RZA first, and I named him the GZA shortly thereafter
+4. Did anything inspire you with regards to the choice of beats on Enter the 36 Chambers? Also, are you still an avid chess player? :D
+
+RZA - On 36 Chambers, I kind of went on my own inspiration. I was out to prove my abilities. Yes, I still play chess
+5. Will we ever get 36 chambers remastered?
+
+RZA - Perhaps some of the tracks will be remastered. A lot of them are probably not in multitrack form anymore. So the remaster would still have to come from a stereo mix
+6. Ever give any thought to writing/directing a Wu Tang Clan movie to tie in with an album?
+
+RZA - Yes, actually. Although making movies is very difficult and it's hard to get green lights, I'm going to keep pushing though. And maybe one day, it will see the light
+7. Do I still have to protect ma neck? It's been like 20 years now, I'm getting tired of doing it
+Love you man. As a producer, as a rapper, as an actor, as a videogame character, ANY dj
+
+RZA - You have to protect ya neck til the day you drop brother. Because if you lose ya neck, that will be the day you drop! You must always protect ya neck at all times
+8. Long time fan of the Wu. I was amazed by the Kill Bill soundtracks
+Don't know if you can answer this: Will the Ghostface/MF DOOM album ever be released?
+
+RZA - I don't know. But Ghost is one of the dopest MCs, and MF is a dope producer and MC. So I'm sure if they do it, it's going to be great
+9. What's your favorite movie, and why is it How High?
+
+RZA - Hahahahaheeehohohahaha. Lay off the drugs, cat. LOL
+10. I have some beat production related questions:
+- What's your usual setup? All digital? Any analog instruments? Vinyl sampling?   - What DAW do you prefer?
+-Do you make beats, then send the finished product to rappers to write lyrics to it or do you usually write the song together?
+- Do you have a specific process for finding samples, or is it all gut feeling?
+
+RZA - Well, that's a lot, but: not being egotistic about this, but I have a dozen set ups. And my home studio I use different rooms for setups. So one room is just turntables and a sampler, another would be just keyboards, another will be a digital room, there's one room where everything is analog (live drums, guitars, etc). As a composer, you always need different sounds, so after working with Hans Zimmer, I've learned to use different rooms to write different things or different scenes
+
+I prefer writing songs together. In fact one of the problems with making a Wu-Tang album is my refusal to send beats, because I believe that great music is created when people are in a room together
+
+I dig and I dig, and if something strikes my ear, I sample it. Then I twist it
+11. PEACE
+Do you still wear those pointy ass rings and have you ever actually punched a hole in a crab's hand with them?
+
+RZA - No. I gave them to my little brother and I think he lost em
+12. Do you need to be self aware in order to have sex for enjoyment?
+
+RZA - Uh oh. It's getting deep on AMA. We said AMAA. But now that you asked, you better be aware of yourself and your partner(s)
+13. How did you like your time on Californication? Samurai Apocalypse was a great foil to Hank Moody
+
+RZA - It was very fun. Funny. And something was very sexy about that show. Maybe it was Meagan. LOL
+14. Hey RZA! Tell us some funny stories from u and the guys in Wu Tang: )
+
+RZA - Here's a story, it may not be funny depending on your point of view, but one time the whole Clan was in Atlanta, and I guess we caused some kind of riot in the building, and thus the police was brought in to end the show. I remember everybody getting away from the cops without any violence, but one cop had got a grab of Inspector Deck and he couldn't get free. When we noticed it, me and Method Man rushed back over to help, but actually, what could we do? We can't hit a cop, could we? That would not have been wise. Instead, Method Man grabbed onto Inspector Deck's arm, and combined his strength with Inspector Deck, which allowed them to get away from the cop, they broke his grip and we all ran. I later told Meth "That was some Wu-Tang Kung fu shit right there."
+15. How was working with Earl Sweatshirt? I've heard that during the making of Molasses, you spit a freestyle for three hours
+
+RZA - Yeah, we got zoned out that night. He's a cool cat. And I think he will be a great talent in hiphop
+16. Hey RZA, how did you become a vegetarian?
+
+RZA - I just snapped out of eating dead animals
+17. BONG BONG! Been a fan for 20+ years
+2 questions:
+Whats your all time favorite Martial Arts flick?
+What is your favorite ODB verse/line/metaphor/song?
+
+RZA - I'll tell you the 3 that inspired me the most. Shaolin versus Wu-Tang. 8 Diagram Pole Fighter. And the Five Deadly Venoms
+For ODB "I be the answer to your why, the tear to your cry." It's off a song he did with Killer Priest
+18. Who's the best chess player in the Wu Tang Clan right now?
+
+RZA - Hahahahahahaha. All I can say is that I had the hiphop chess belt
+19. What was it about Gravediggaz, and the horrorcore genre in general, that appealed to you when it was first starting?
+
+RZA - At the time, being young and thinking of my childhood nightmares, I wanted to write songs from the darker side of my mentality. I feel like the Gravediggaz are the pioneers of this mentality of lyricism. Hiphop could use a few more doses of it now
+20. Hey RZA! You seem to be a very calculated, meditative and, for lack of a better word, spiritual person. Was there a certain event in your life that led you to be this way or is this the way you've always been?
+Peace & thanks for the AMA
+
+RZA - Yes, certain events led me to this, which is hard for me to describe to this, which are hard to describe. But I can say that it was a growth process. Would you believe I was once obnoxious
+21. Can you share any memories of your tour with Rage Against the Machine?
+
+RZA - That was one of the highlights of my career. At the time, Wu-Tang had the #1 album in the country, and we began playing some of the biggest venues that we had to that date. One of my best memories is when Zack broke his leg on tour, and needed a little energy during the New Jersey show, and I came out and rocked the stage with him. The rest of the Wu went home. :(
+22. Have you considered being on the Joe Rogan Experience podcast? I can't remember if it was a tweet or during his own AMA, but Rogan said he would love to have you on as a guest
+
+RZA - Yes, I would love to be on as a guest someday. I'll wait for the time for him to invite me
+23. Hey RZA! really glad you're doing this AMA. I read somewhere that you and John Frusciante have recorded a ton of material. I really liked FM. Any chance you two might release a full album in the future? That would be awesome
+
+RZA - here's a chance for that. If life permits
+24. actor in Brick Mansions. AMAA
+Hey hey now, let's not forget the awesome performance in "The Man with the Iron Fists!"
+Good job man. How much fun is it being so versatile?
+
+RZA - It's very challenging. Because some of my friends are thinking I'm becoming a little schizo. Wow, the life of an artist
+25. I was recently in a yoga class and the instructor said "protect your neck" and I immediately thought of Wu-Tang and giggled to myself. What do you think about a rap-inspired yoga class?
+Would bring a whole new meaning to "flow."
+
+RZA - LOL
+26. Many critics believe double albums usually contain filler and do not hold them as in high of regard as they could and should be. What would you say were the main reasons "Wu-Tang Forever" was made into a Double album instead of 2 different albums with a later release date for songs not used on first album? Was some of the inspiration for making it a double album taken from the success of "All Eyez on Me" or more that you wanted to get more music out?
+
+RZA - Actually, a double-album was part creative, and part business. If i can recall, we hadn't done an album as Wu-Tang Clan for four years. And so we wanted to give Steve Rifkin an abundant amount of material. But also we demanded a budget so high that to appease it, they said "how about a double album?"
+27. Prince Rakeem! Just wanted to give you a shout out for saving my life (or at least my wallet) way back when
+12 years ago, I’m serving a Mormon mission in Brazil. I’m assigned to a poverty stricken area of Curitiba, a city of about 2 million people. I’m 20 years old, young enough to think I’m invincible and stupid enough to not heed the advice to stay out of this particular neighborhood. This is one of those “favelas” that you hear about in the news. Houses made of plywood, cardboard and tarp; a river of feces, trash and decaying dog carcasses; red dirt roads that turn into streams during rainstorms and a whole lot of people walking around that didn’t really have anything to do other than observe those who didn’t belong. This is the same place where you read about nightly murders in the newspaper. The problem was, this neighborhood was right in the middle of our area and it made it difficult to get from one side to the other without passing through. Although my mission companion and I had been through the neighborhood a handful of times during the day, we had never ventured to pass through at night
+Well, this night a meeting of ours goes particularly late at night and we are dead tired after a long day. From where we were, we were going to have to walk around the outside of the favela to get home and that was about an hour-long walk. Instead, we decide to cut through the favela to cut it down to about 20 minutes. At first, the decision seems like the right one. The moonlight is blanketing the road, the night is freezing but still, and even though there is always the lingering stench of rotting dogs, it just isn’t that bad tonight. The road we choose to walk down is the same one we’ve used in the past, but now that it’s night I start to realize some things I hadn’t before. The road is like a chute, without any roads intersecting it. It’s like a long hallway of back-to-back shanties and decaying cement buildings with no exit other than the two ends. As we walk, I start to see figures in the shadows ahead on both sides of the road. As we get closer, the figures start to meander to the middle of the road. My companion, who has only been in Brazil for about a month is oblivious to anything going on. I casually look behind me to reconsider our choice of road, and I see five figures, evenly spaced across the road, walking toward us. I turn back and see the figures ahead of us have formed a line across the road as well. By this point, even my naïve little friend knows we’re screwed. As we approach the group I notice that the men all wearing heavy black clothing: big coats, baggy jeans, boots, hoodies, winter caps. But one detail struck me immediately. All of them are wearing at least one article of clothing bearing an emblem I knew very well. It was the Wu-Tang logo. Mind you, I was obsessed with Wu-Tang in high school and knew pretty much anything there was to know about the group. As we stop, looking the men in the face, the lines of men behind and in front of us meet to form a circle around us. The man directly in front of us asks, “Perdidos?” and the man to his left reaches into his coat and begins to pull out what looks like the back of a black semi-automatic handgun. Before he pulls the gun from his coat, I almost subconsciously blurt out the only thing I could think to say: in Portuguese, I ask “You guys are Wu-Tang fans?” The man pulling the gun immediately pauses. The man who first spoke asks “What do YOU know about Wu-Tang?” I respond by telling him that I’m a huge fan and I know all about them. Obviously they doubt everything I’m saying. After all, I’m a white kid, wearing a white shirt and tie, with a part in my hair. At that moment I began to realize how I wouldn’t believe myself either. They begin to quiz me! One thing after another—names, nicknames, alternate names, rapping styles—I’m nailing it all! After about 10 minutes of Wu-Tang trivia, they’re convinced and they ask us to come back to one of the guy’s house to watch the latest video. They told us repeatedly how we were the coolest white people they knew
+From that day on, we were in with the local gang and you really don’t know just how good of a thing that was
+Edit: Thank you for reading this novel and spreading the love, gold-wielding friend--whoever you are
+Edit 2: Someone below asked if there was more to the story. If your eyes can take a little more reading, I explained how the night ended here
+
+RZA - Wow
+I always believed that us who follow the way of the Wu have a wavelength and a culture of our own. Something like a subculture within hiphop. This story helps verify that for me. Wu-Tang forever brother
+28. Will you ever release a real true solo wu sounding album just like the others did in the 90's??? not discrediting the bobby digital stuff, i like that but a lot of wu fans felt it wasn't a true representation of the 90's rza, hard body lyrics and dusty beats, will that ever happen or does everything need to move forward? i jst wish i had a rza album full of songs like Tragedy
+
+RZA - Hmm. Maybe brother, maybe
+29. Wu-Tang Forever!
+How much have comic books influenced you? I still smile every time I hear you name drop Rom, The Space Knight on Impossible
+
+RZA - From the age of 9-16, I probably collected thousands of comics. But they all got stolen one day, along with my vinyl collection. And I'm telling you, I used to spend my paper route money on this stuff. I'm still a comic fan. Every once in a while, if I'm in a certain city and they have a comic book store, I will go and pick up a few copies. I love how the new artists are doing the new covers, Grant Morrison's take on classic heroes has always been cool to me, and I actually bought every copy of Reginald Hudlin's new take on the Black Panther
+30. Whattup Rza huge Wu Fan and personally you are my favourite producer ever!Thank you for doing this, I have a few questions actually, my first question regards the tracks Method Man and Clan In Da front, Did you tailor a beat for every member in the clan, how did you choose who got their solo songs on the album?Who are your other favourite rapper-producers?Lastly are there any beats that once you had finished then played back you realised that it was going to be a classic.Once again thank you!
+
+RZA - Yes, I used to tailor the beats to their rhyme styles. I knew my Wu brothers for so long, and made so many tapes with them, that I grew an ear to what would fit the MC
+Choosing solo songs for each artist on a Wu-Tang album is something that kind of materializes during the process
+Pete Rock, Dr. Dre, Kanye West
+Yes, I have one right now that I just can't wait til the Wu MCs get on, because I just know that this is one of those magical ones
+31. Which rappers are you listening to the most outside of your Wu-Tang crew?
+
+RZA - Nowadays, I've just become a fan of the culture of hiphop. Somedays I find myself sitting on my downtime watching Yo! MTV raps, or scrolling through YouTube finding up and coming MCs. I love watching URL and all the rap battles. Sometimes when you're making the music, you become so engulfed in yourself that you forget that you started yourself as a fan of the music. Now that I get time to do other things such as act, score and direct, I can actually become a fan of hiphop again
+32. What is your relationship with Bill Murray like? You guys were in Coffee and Cigarettes in 2003, and then in 2010, this happened. Do you still talk?
+
+RZA - I don't talk to him often, because we both have crazy-busy schedules, but we have a similar circle of friends. What I can say is what a cool dude
+33. What's good RZA. First shoutout to /r/hiphopheads. How do you stay creative as you do lyrically and production wise?
+
+RZA - I use life as inspiration. And being that I travel a lot, and see a lot of different things, and meet a lot of great people, I stay inspired. Shoutout to /r/hiphopheads
+34. Could you elaborate on your infamous flood story? The legend says that you once had a flood into your basement that caused you to lose a few hundred beats you had made that were meant to be put onto the first round of Wu-Tang solo albums
+Did this actually happen?
+Did you recreate any of the beats that you lost? If so, which ones?
+
+RZA - Yeah, I lost a lot of beats. In those days, I would keep my beats in a floppy disk holder, which held 80 disks per case. And I had the cases sectioned out with names of each Wu member, and beats that fit their styles. Those disks have not been recovered yet. I have some of them, but they won't play
+35. Hey RZA, Huge Fan here, I've been listening to you since I was 10. One question
+Are you not going to publically publish songs off the new WuTang albulm, or will it only be avaliable to the one lucky buyer?
+
+RZA - The album, that's entitled A Better Tomorrow, if completed, will be available to the public. The album entitled Once Upon A Time in Shaolin is a piece of art that only one will be made
+36. When was the last time you saw Paul Walker?
+
+RZA - The last time I saw Paul in the flesh was on the movie set. We had planned on seeing each other again at the premiere. But destiny bends
+37. How awesome is it being a Robert?
+(Mine name is Robert)
+
+RZA - Super duper awesome
+38. How did you come up with the name RZA?
+
+RZA - In my neighborhood, my homies would call me the RZA RZA Ra. Because they said I was razor-sharp. Ra was my chosen name, short for Rakeem. When I decided to improve myself, I changed my name to Rakeem Zig-Zag-Zig-Allah. And RZA is like an acronym for that
+39. What's your favourite videogame?
+
+RZA - Nowadays? Well it's hard to say your favorite video game, but one game I've been buying for years and continue to buy every version they make is Tekken. Actually, when Wu-Tang first started making money, me and Method Man came to Manhattan and went to the place where they sell real pinball machines and video games, and we tried to buy a Tekken to bring home to our house. And they wouldn't sell it to us at that time. Method Man would up getting one though. I wound up getting a pinball machine. Anyway, Tekken
+40. You get a swimming pool but you can't fill it with water, what do you fill it with? Money is not a choice either
+
+RZA - Those little plastic balls that you see in ball pits
+41. Liquid Swords II when?
+Btw Liquid Swords is the greatest Hip-Hop album of all time
+
+RZA - I think GZA may be in the process of writing that now
+**************************************************
+Chamber of Fear[Hook: sample]
+I come for darkness, and lightness will appear
+And you got to disappear, through this chamber of fear
+
+[Rev. William Burke]
+Yo, aiyo, the 36 Chambers of vigorous training
+Pinpoint aiming, arrigorous paining
+Swordplay, villanous blood staining
+Meditation, grace and mind elevation
+To trigger the thought, the law of the court
+Be the love of the sport, and it can't be bought
+Once taught, the hidden Chi secret style art
+To use it, to get to the top and not part
+I sought, a means of escape from the darkness
+And how much energy will victory cost us
+12 Jewelz, and the Gods move cautious
+Twelve fools, had attempted to flaw with us
+But we pop shots at 'em, like jump shots
+Three hundred and sixty degrees, cause we lunch box
+With more kung fu chops than Ong Bak
+One drop, of Wu blood'll make it hot to the last drop
+
+[RZA]
+I suppose you know, you can't oppose the chosen one
+My cold mental chill will leave Phoenix with a frozen sun
+Gravities being shot from a golden gun
+No defending my lane, boy, no holding, son
+Just submit, my crown is undefeatable
+So bow down to the dragon, that's unbeatable
+Programming my thoughts, that's undeletable
+You'll imagine me achieving the inconcivable
+Shake opponents, the God is unbreakable
+Try to steal the moment, but you dogs are incapable
+Trials and tribulations, and fouled the stipulation
+My word articulation, will uplift the nation
+You can bet, I'm a triple threat
+Whether assisting, defending or swishing through the net
+Dot world wide web, I'm a world wide celeb
+Bobby got Bush like George and Jeb
+King pioneer, travel with the Cavaliers
+Step inside the square, if you dare wanna battle here
+
+[Hook 2X]
+
+[Rev. William Burke]
+Preach prophet, drop God body logic
+Whose squadron invincible, and devils can't stop it
+We cosmic comets from the lands of the tropics
+Who see through third eye optics, like cockpits
+
+[RZA]
+Against all odds, and against all squads
+We defending the yard, with the strength of the God
+And stand and deliver, face the man in the mirror
+And abandon our fears, without a blam or a shiver
+If I give my word, then I plan to deliver
+Expand my whole Clan, over land and the rivers
+You'll receive from the giver, understand and consider
+Don't fall to the fear, you should stand as a pillar
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Daily RoutineIntro: [Bobby (Beretta 9)]
+
+*Word Up!*
+Straight up
+Spread my knowledge through your projects
+(knowledge through)
+Straight up
+(Word up)
+Word up
+
+*The chief noble oble same total controller of the*
+*global over law the thousand MCs grab proposal*
+*Shapes and molds you tapes will hold you hostage*
+*beats will fold you like a wallet flies get swatted*
+*once they spotted infra-red dotted head red targets*
+
+Chorus:
+
+*Yo, we smoke blunts, tote weight, bust shots,*
+*attend wakes baby make, pay rent stay bent,*
+*Drink Red Label duck from Jakes we flagrant*
+*Keep the gear pressed *
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+
+I'm paranoid of loiZOID
+We fight like Guiver against the hyperZOID NOIDS
+HIGH ACHIEVER mind computes like Achieva
+Thoguhts connect like the quarterback to the wide receiver
+Stay blunted drinking Coqui 900
+Never fronting on my niggas on the battle zone
+Thoughts flip before they change your whips on the
+Good ship Jesus before Khemet was called Egypt
+Before the Bloods and Crips Tomahawks and pimps. 18 Puma Spades we still had balds and braids
+Amplify the sound of the earth rotation
+Who could pin-point the exact location in space
+It's to see hear and feel the earth rotation
+That's why knowledge is the basic foundation of
+All things and creation, like man is the foundation of
+His family and the sun's the foundation of the solar system
+Wisdom is the manifestation when words and actions are put
+Into activation escape this captivation niggas busting
+Wasting shots like masturbation transforming like gobots
+They created a race of robots our new rulers are
+Computers Abbott's been known now come through to us
+Heads drifting in space like asteroids
+Pass the roids, savages trading places like Dan Akyroid
+The truth is ignored, these devils must be destroyed
+
+Chorus: Bobby
+
+Search for the better things in life
+Beef wid wife make a nigga live a street life
+We smoke blunts, throw weight, pay rent
+
+[Verse 2: Beretta 9]
+
+Yo, check it out, yo, one two, yo
+Soon to smooth litigating
+Camouflage educating
+Baretta Nines barating
+Only smoke rounds a day and
+Ain't nothing to overdo the shit
+Ya'll niggas best to come up quick
+We gonna start and finish it
+Cause I'm sure watch me murder it
+Undersiege fatigue get bat at major league
+Nine industry forms that be forced from catigues
+We live righteous TC they go up do the same
+Fuck the fame we hear the bill better keep your
+Eyes peeled fuck around get killed it ain't safe no
+Fucking more C-Ciphers at my door and I got more
+Than one war, I'm gonna stay on my toes and do the one
+To two timers, we gon' make this year our year to
+Beware peace to rhymers our life is in a bond-a
+Sware we gotta find a, way out we took the crypt ride
+We all about, on these streets trying to make ends meet
+Stay on my feet gotta eat God you things is deep peep
+The sleep, How you see camouflage these cats
+We on that bullshit, last days thinkings of snakes
+And either pull it soft you know like an afro
+Other cats sit like Castro I murder that snitch ass
+Donnie Brasco, We dissatisfied of your devils
+Running running high, my mind and my physical be unified
+To the day we testify we wanna be penalised
+Form God Allah motherfuckers best recognise
+
+Chorus: RZA
+
+A bag of dast mixed wid stress
+Search for the better things in life
+Beef wit wife make a nigga wanna live a street life
+We smoke blunts, duck Jakes, pay rent, stay bent
+Attend wakes, baby make
+Search for better things in life
+Beef wit wife, make a nigga wanna live a street life
+
+(Sing first 4 lines of first verse)
+**************************************************
+Booby Trap[Intro: RZA]
+Hahaha, Digi, yo, yo
+
+[RZA]
+When I was young, I slept with a battery on my tongue
+So when I spit, the impact with the sting of a stun gun
+At full blast, rock your cradle, fatal razorblades graze you
+Split you open, stitch you back wit' a staple
+I'm football head, I put your head
+Into a brook, all four, your momma wouldn't look at ya'll
+Gold from the Panama canal, Alabama gal
+Got me laid up, on my nuts like kapow
+B-O-B Boy's fast as Bruce Leroy
+Meet the rap Galactus, blow planets off his axis
+My Glock is plastic, my dick *sniff* is magic
+Stretch up the power you like Mr. Fantastic
+
+[Chorus: Dexter Wiggles]
+Stop, it's a booby trap
+Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack?
+Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, when it comes to this mic device, you get ate
+Like the gingerbread man tryna cross the lake
+Or the Winchester, call my white son, Lester Poindexter
+Tell 'em bring back the black mack, strapped with two extra
+Clips, where's the natural, words inside the apple
+Potholes in the street, it cracks the Jeep axle
+Shrivel your heart to a raisin, shorty star gazing
+Yeah, he got steeper than dunce, once he start blazing blunts
+Beef, and get drowned in Hunt's
+Your flame get toast, your best bet to punt
+I lounge like a hungry jaguar, into agua
+Trying to catch a fish that multiply like the magua
+Pocket fat like Jabba the Hutt, Clan gallops up
+Feel the force of my steel, but you can't count the caliber
+Digi, Digi, Digi, all inside your city
+Microphone on the roam, like Capone and Frank Nitty
+
+[Chorus: Dexter Wiggles]
+Stop, it's a booby trap
+Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack?
+Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap
+Stop, it's a booby trap
+Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack?
+Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap, yo, yo
+
+[RZA]
+I don't got a taste for blood or flesh skin
+My mind, like Professor X from the X-Men
+One line, cause MC's to write their albums down
+Devils only come amongst you, if you allow them now
+Due to trading, they infiltrate with persuasion
+That desire to rob and steel and make slaves of all
+Living luxury, destructively, conductively
+Improper nature, privately and publicly
+Man so stupid when confronted by something he don't
+Understand, he shoot it, the whole world's polluted
+My earth gave birth to a universal change us
+Scribes reflect the child born in the Bethlehem manger
+Devils try to steal me of my intellect, rob me of my culture
+Like they whitewashing sculptures
+Like they snatching down my posters
+But it's been caught through the eyes of Minolta
+
+[Chorus: Dexter Wiggles]
+Stop, it's a booby trap
+Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack?
+Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap
+Stop, it's a booby trap
+Wouldn't you rather have a Digi or a Scooby Snack?
+Digi Snack, yeah, while we living in a booby trap, yo, yo
+**************************************************
+Blood Thicker Than Mud (Family Affair)[Intro: Sly Stone]
+Afro Samurai...
+Blood...
+
+[Chorus: Dionna Nichelle]
+It's a family affair
+It's a family affair
+
+[RZA]
+Blood, is thicker than mud
+Even gangstas and thugs'll prove family love
+It's a family affair, no calamity there
+It's humanity share, who's the rightful heir
+
+[The Reverend William Burk]
+With sword style so retarded, it leave enemies
+Dearly departed, and we nearly cold hearted
+But, down for the fam, mad rivers of blood
+It started pouring on land, this be a warrior's clan
+Without a friend in the world, they find you in the end
+But I'm loving my girl, cause she fight for the win
+Will sport a sinister grin, when blowing smoke in the wind
+Committing menacing sins, all in the name of the kin
+With pinpoint precision and a 'fro's that's wild
+Cold razor sharp style again, we killing them down
+Stay defending on ten, never depending on men
+Living the samurai code from a hundred on in
+
+[Chorus 2X w/ Sly Stone ad-libs]
+
+[The Reverend William Burk]
+Will keep blades even sharper than Hattori Hanzo
+And be the last man standing after the last blow
+Slice with one swipe and like a shovel, the gensu
+And swarm like the Wu, when the planet come blitz you
+A wise samurai who's alibi is this high
+Humble as a butterfly, but a killer inside
+Strong family ties, will keep equality prize
+Solidy rise, to each other, honestly we can fight
+In tune on the attack, platoon up in the back
+With room, taking no slack, we zoom in the format
+Typhoons, kabooms, and full moons when we combat
+Killas for contract, with ninjas and all that
+And if you ain't family, we barely gon' interact
+Love is for kin folk, a bond is a killer's pack
+We strike too quickly for the enemies to react
+Blood thick as mud, and a heart is a road map
+
+[Chorus 2X w/ Sly Stone ad-libs]
+
+[Sly Stone]
+Oh child, oh child, grows up be
+Somebody, just a little blood
+And ah, blood child, grows up to be
+The one who just loves blood
+My love, supposed to build, see it's in the blood
+Refuse to love, blood's thicker than mud, just stand that
+
+[Chorus 2X w/ Sly Stone ad-libs]
+**************************************************
+Can’t Loose[Man singing continuously]
+"can't lose..."
+
+[RZA]
+What, What
+Four Shellies
+What, What, What
+
+Four shellies rip through his belly
+Blast him right outside of Mike's deli
+Dip to the telly
+Call my bird up on the celly
+
+Bobby what Bobby lust I walk strange
+And talk strange
+Long range sniper aims
+Swiss cheese your brain
+I don't sleep
+And don't eat meat
+Rest twice a week
+Speak without moving my lips
+Got fifty pairs of sneaks
+Fingerprint proof rubber grips
+Hollow tip clips
+Eight ounce sip bud nips
+We crack barbecue chips
+And clock a bird off the block
+Straight away from a flock
+Just caught me at the bus stop
+Twist the Snapple top
+Off, pierced her breast
+Kept her hair processed
+No panties underneath the dress
+Wally ankle bracelet
+Polo frames
+Her shades had no name
+Popocane
+I slowed my game
+Thick gold chains
+Make your eyes flame
+Up against the Bodega gate
+She stay straight
+Perfect figure eight
+Shape, couldn't wait
+To bust her grape
+With the applehead
+Legs spread open
+Invincible body armor
+My scarlet blade will slice the leg
+From the Shaolin llama
+
+Cause I...["can't lose"]
+
+Cause I...["can't lose"]
+
+(Yo) Cause I...["can't lose]
+
+[Beretta Nine]
+Yo, 2001 summer heat
+Icy hot, play the street
+Twelve month, seven day a week
+Cat in eye, we hit
+Blunts hard
+Fuck birds hard
+Bitch slap retards
+Quick fast
+Wind up in mass
+Body cast, its like
+Don't start shit
+Won't be shit
+Allah quick to spot shit
+Smash hit
+You know the name kid
+Don't splash it
+Pop a joint and blast it
+The shit sound
+Hype in your whip
+Make you take the car and crash it
+Megagraphical
+Always speak actual
+Only deal with natural
+One hundred percent
+Five percent
+Militant in aim
+With the intent
+Beretta Nine, blast mine
+On some empty the clip
+**************************************************
+Wu World Order[Chorus x4: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan]
+Wu World Order
+
+[Verse 1: La the Darkman]
+Yo; Niggas is feeble, I'm calm but violent like Ben Siegel
+I'm anti-evil, plus I touch a desert eagle
+My life's illegal, slaves and prisons are equal
+The devil's lethal, he killed a hundred million people
+I'm Darkman, Iceman, La, Wu-Tang Clan
+Trafficante, sensei, ¿comprendé?
+My marine corps, straight from the Trojan war
+Black-caped crusader, trapped off, flame thrower
+Stuck a chain store when I was dirty poor for my reward
+Next week the Germans had me on the bulletin board
+I beat that case, they couldn't identify my face
+I'm triple darkness, silence or I'll have you erased
+Me and my Wu pirates start riots with Osiris
+Math, I apply it, kill you, but I'm quiet
+Respect the Abbott, it's Love Allah
+Shine like a superstar, sting with the cobra claw, what?
+
+[Chorus x8: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan]
+Wu World Order
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Yo; I enter through the chamber of your ear
+In a high-pitched silent tone only a dog could hear
+And impregnate you, with the wisdom of the Wu
+Then your subconscious dreams come consciously true
+Have you in such deep thought
+Your pulse and blood pressure so low
+You were diagnosed as corpse
+Have an out-of-body experience, clear, no interference
+Everything with physical form, lose appearance
+Become one with the formless and you feel the strongest
+Escape, travel lives you've lived for the longest
+Eleven thousand years in a day
+Without opening your mouth
+You say everything you wanted to say
+Attracted to the core of the earth, I stay grounded
+The sun in the center of this, I'm surrounded
+By planets in mist that spins the windchill
+But my light melts your snowflake from ninety-three mil'
+All who have a ear, let 'em hear as we reveal
+'Cause one ear of corn can produce a cornfield
+And one cornfield can produce the cornmeal
+The bread from the body of Christ, all is filled
+With the truth of life inside your bone marrow
+You could make your physical as large as your shadow
+World of space is cyber, optic is fiber
+Become a Wu multimedia subscriber
+And hibernate, the Wu tape in your mental state
+Let it meditate, sit back then await
+The orders, for this you don't need no tape recorder
+So let's prepare for the Wu World Order
+
+[Chorus x8: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan]
+Wu World Order
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+We coming soon and we striking at your borders
+**************************************************
+Long Time Coming[Hook: Danny Keyz]
+It's been a long time coming..
+Days, days are turning to nights now
+They said... they said I'd be okay
+But when I hear those church bells ringing
+I begin to pray for today might be my dying day
+
+[RZA]
+The great mind, surpass space and time
+Seven plains of energy, interlace combine
+Five conscious stages, stand up courageous
+Change your polarity, seek mental clarity
+Ziplock off the chronic, kissed it, then I twist it
+Build on today's mathematic ballistics
+I walk with the utmost honorable respect
+It's a quick locked secret, so Protect Ya Neck
+This is full metal jacket, ain't about that gossip
+Nope, you get your face all over the Bossip
+Go out the closet, you slimey sausage
+Six degrees of luxury, with no deposi
+They said a ? beats a ?
+A plane beats a tank
+A gat beats a shank
+Look, I just hit jackpot, a hundred mil to the bank
+
+[Hook]
+
+[RZA]
+The continent splitter, the dominant figure
+The mathematician who calculated God from nigga
+The Zig Zag Zigga, who civilize the wigga
+My vigorous attack on the track, slice a thousand giga
+Bytes of information, in one line, how sometime
+Use the sky for a blanket, then I bathe in sunshine
+Nine concubines and nine wives, nine lives
+Nine clans sit on my side, we carry nine knives
+Eighteen strikes from Low Hand, ain't no man
+Can withstand the blow, from the Wu-Tang Clan
+I answer many questions of life, without asking
+Breath in the stench of death, without gasping
+Fasting and praying, while you laughing and playing
+I am fast in my mind, to attachment what we came in
+And go through the river of life, I stay floating
+Live a hundred twenty degrees without quoting
+
+[Hook]
+
+[RZA]
+I have no fascination with Satan, no relation to probation
+I'm the sun sitting still, while you trapped in rotation
+Every rebel's creation, every thought is innovation
+One demonstration, we civilized a whole entire nation
+Attract a generation, who's built with elimination
+Of wickedness and sickness, we striving for the bliss
+We rising up our fists, five stage of consciousness
+Keeping our promises, master our circumference
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Yeah, I'm back
+Sometimes, you think you bout to lose it all
+But it's actually, the point that you made it all
+It seems like life is gonna pass me by
+But now I'm reborn to a new chance, a new opportunity
+A life has just begun...
+And if we having a good time, but wasting your time
+Seven plains of energy must interlace and combine
+And all praises due to the Most High...
+I'm here forever!
+**************************************************
+Wherever I Go[Intro: ShaCronz]
+Yeah, uh, it's dark outside
+We still in the hood with this one, ya'll
+Yeah, from the projects, slums, Fort Greene
+Huh? Ain't no sun outside, never sunny where I'm from
+Always grimy, yo, yo, yo, yo
+
+[ShaCronz]
+Everyday is a struggle, but you can catch my team hustlin' till the late night
+Takin' risks, playin' dice, screamin' "We hate life!"
+Gettin' this money, but we want more
+I see a lot of niggas beefin', but they don't want war
+I heat targets, anything you see, rob it, got beef like the meat market
+I'm clappin' captains, lieutenants, and police sergeants
+I got two hoes named Denise and Margaret
+They come through and finish drama after we start it
+All my chicks major, I rep N.Y. like a Knick player
+Get paper, split haters, I still spit and shit razors
+Got eight pair of sick 'gators, five watches
+Switch flavors, 50 red and blue rocks around the wrist, player
+My vision is deep the Division will creep
+Run up on you, start hittin' your peeps
+Nigga, we ain't playin, our mission's discreet
+I'm clippin' your peeps, have you missin' for weeks
+To let you know we ain't playin'
+
+[RZA]
+Olive oil and fried tomatoes and basil
+I stepped in flared nasal from Hazelnut Amaretto
+My watch 80 G appraisal
+Plus they drop 50 G's for a RZA beat
+Cherry wood, hickory seats, presidential suites
+Ice cold bottles of Cristy 'til my eyes misty
+Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me
+Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief
+And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a week
+
+[Freemurda]
+Keep comin' out your gums like loose teeth
+You gon take 40 to the mouth and it ain't no brewski
+That monitor gonna show straight lines like looseleaf
+Got Up North niggas straight out the box like Loosies
+Wanna shoot me? know you get a kick out of that just like Bruce Lee
+Ya'll don't wanna lose teeth
+Comin' all out of your face just like pimples
+That thing comin' out of my waist, gotta hit you
+'Cuz ya'll niggas ain't with it, better quit it
+'Til you catch one through that man dribblin' on your fitted
+That mean one through the front, through the back of the cap
+Like the great Pun packin' a Mac in the back of the Ac'
+You could take one, not talkin' bout a Ac'
+I get cake from the fat crack bag with them packs, what?
+
+[Allah Real]
+Wherever I go, I pack my 44
+Wherever I go, I always have dough
+
+[Outro: Daddy-O (RZA)]
+Yo, peace, yo, Bobby! What up?
+(What up, O? What up fam?)
+What up cousin, how you (nothin' just trynna sling this shit)
+What's goin' on (You know I made that drop good off, right?)
+Oh, word? (Guaranteed, we made all this shit, man)
+That's what's up, yo, but check this out
+I got something new here for you, right here (what?)
+Supposed to give me some lesson (Lesson?)
+Yeah, lesson (what you talkin' bout, nigga?)
+Straight (know, how to what, cook the shit up, nigga?)
+Nah, nah, Knowledge, Wisdom, Understanding, Culture, Freedom..
+It's right here (son, what's that all about, though, yo?)
+Yo, God, it's the new way of life, knowhatimsayin? It's the truth
+It's the way it's gonna set you free
+I think you an intelligent brother, you should check this out
+Youknowhatimsayin, Supreme Mathematics, youknowhatimsayin
+Check this out, and let me know... (let's see what you talkin' about)
+Youknowhatimsayin, I know you'll respond good
+This could take you to another level
+(Now hold on, man, you an O.G., you trynna tell me you trynna read, man, nigga?)
+Listen, brother, I've been readin', man, without this man I wouldn't be here right now
+You know? (You know what, god? Youknowhatimean?
+I'mma trust your word on this, I'mma pick this up, I'mma read this, aight
+I'mma get back at you, if I can relate, we'll relate
+If not, you still gonna have those pounds for me though, right?!?)
+Yeah, no doubt, but yo, right now, these the pounds right here, g
+This is Math right here (yeah, it's like that, for real, fam?)
+For real (aight) aight, peace (Peace fam)
+This nigga, talkin' peace, man, this nigga's the wildest' nigga I know, yo!
+**************************************************
+Creep[Hook: Thea]
+Creep, creep, creep
+Catch them while they sleep
+Empty every shell from your clip
+Knock them off their feet
+
+[Crisis]
+These streets that we maneuver through
+Ain't nothing  you familiar too
+Don't talk it out, noodle you
+Walk it out at your funeral
+Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin'
+Black Christmas
+Be all in your crib with my killas calling
+Even if you ain't sleepin',
+We creepin', it ain't no secret
+Delete you with big toast, that roast you when it heat ya
+Off whiskey
+Pop up and bong that ass like Bob Digi
+Crisis the Sharpshooter
+I'mma lay 'em down gently
+One shot, guns pop, in the streets of Camelot
+That's why some keep they shit on safety
+Others keep they hammers cocked
+Ready to blow
+Ready to go, fire in the hole
+And if a nigga ready to retire
+We retiring his soul
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Christbearer]
+Aiyo
+I woke up hungry every day
+(every day)(everyday)
+Til I learn to do the hustle
+Every which and every way
+(every way)(every way)
+The Compton niggas hit the Chevy wit the K
+In the candy apple trey
+Shit gets heavy in L.A
+(In LA)
+When Twack died-Mack cried-
+Bushwick start banging again
+Then he did a back slide
+(Backslide)
+I was in tune wit the sun, star, moon
+Eddie shot up thirty niggas, in the bar, over June
+The city's full of Crips(full of Crips)
+AK's, four-fives, mac-11's, full of clips
+(Long Beach)
+Young hogs wit they pockets full of chips
+If any, not many, academic scholarships
+
+[Doc Doom]
+Pulp Fiction,
+Driving in your car without permission
+With a video vixen,
+Giving me head like Bill Clinton
+Got a drug addiction
+Pop pills with no prescription
+Stuck in the rehab, the only man with bad intentions
+Truly
+I'm the one the West is really missing
+Your shit is garbo', I kill you off with one sentence
+The rap apprentice
+With a little sack of new inventions
+Don't listen
+And I Jimmy off your head like a Henchman
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Hook II: Thea]
+Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze
+Make them Swiss cheese
+Empty every shell from your clip
+Knock them off their feet
+
+[RZA]
+You wanna feel the heat?
+I pull the flame out
+Make a wish, boy
+Blow your brains out
+Watch me step out the cribby
+With the heavy chain out
+Leaving blood on your shirt, you can't get the stain out
+In a big body truck, my hair, knotty as a fuck
+Shotty tucked under the seat, plus a hottie in the truck
+Get these wizes, get these digits
+Get my ninjas back in business
+All you suckas, get the scissors
+You don't work like you broke and keep AK's like I'm Oakland
+I be
+Making that dough, like the Pillsbury Doughman
+Bobby
+Covered in ice, like it's Frosty the Snowman
+You suckas is useless like old New York tokens
+Front on the Bobby D, watch how your body bleed
+You ain't worth the weight
+Of a grain, from a poppy seed
+Make your brain rupture, decompose your frame structure
+MC's tremble
+When they hear the name of us
+Puffin' Eastwood stogies,
+Swinging Tiger Woods bogeys
+The mic is my co-d, the pen is a parolee
+No jail cell can hold me, Zodiac can't describe me
+King Tech scratch the beat,
+Like he caught poison ivy
+
+[RuggedMonk]
+Compton's where you can find me!!!
+In the hood, so grimy
+Run laps on these tracks, it's a fact
+You can time me
+---READY---
+Set, go, I let the, tech blow
+Rugged Monk
+Kill a track, at any tempo
+It's simple
+We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
+Spot rush them busters, blockade they apartment
+It's over, foreclosure
+Your shit is shut down
+Creep when you sleep
+And squeeze the four pound
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Hook II]
+**************************************************
+Certified samuraiHahahahahaha, we gon' do what we do right here, baby
+You already know what it is, Division, back in the building
+Brooklyn, you see 'em? Haha (yeah, come on) {soldier hold ya sword high}
+{Swing it like a Samurai} Who are we?
+
+We the breadwinners, baby, make it peel, sippin' blunts
+Smokin' guns, taught M.C.'s how these niggas living
+Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving
+Got you hooked by the first purchase, birds chirping
+Cops listening, with the gun sitting on they lap
+Cuz of that, the t-shirt's on the block, like 'stop snitching'
+Living by the code of the samurai
+Dreams put on hold like operators standing by
+What you craft with your heart or your weapon
+It's a question, what you craft with, a Glock or a message in a rhyme
+I teach you little savage part of a lesson and choice
+Between being a gangsta and an artist, is the start of your ending
+You can front like you a gangsta artist, but that ain't the smartest
+Decision, niggas'll test you
+Say you ain't the hardest, regardless, what you spare homey
+RZA told me that the game is flipping, nobody bent for me
+
+Haha, you already know what it is
+Murda is back in the building
+Division, back in the building
+
+Free Murda dick longer than the O.J. trial
+Have your bitch backstage with the Colgate smile
+I'm on the back Glocks where the coke ring loud
+Bullets got flat tops like they stole Kane's style
+Warm 'em kid, you wanna flow, drain now
+Get your whole brain out, where your hoes hang out
+It's killing me, everybody got cocaine nail
+Stealing Free is like trying take a old stain out
+Your boy's on fire, my boat stays out
+It's gon' take more than a wire, to close they mouth
+Got a slice of that bread, bags that you stole
+You had a price on your head, now that tag's on your toe
+And you know that nigga dead when the casket is closed
+Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes
+I'm trying, real good, the semi' got loud up
+You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park
+
+How many licks does it take
+For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break?
+Yeah, how many hits must you make
+Before a man'll get his mule and his forty ac's
+
+Soldier hold your sword high...
+Swing it like a Samurai...
+Now don't get all out of pride...
+From the Afro Samurai...
+**************************************************
+Brother’s Keeper[Chorus: Infinite]
+I'm my brother's, brother's keeper
+Through the struggle, our bond is deeper
+I know you'll be there, when I need ya
+Cuz we're brothers, brother's keeper
+
+[The Reverend William Burk]
+Nevertheless, in spite of
+Sibling rivalries, my kin will still ride for me
+I'm back to society, killas be moving silently
+The world steady trying me, my girl steady trying me
+At least I got my brother, he never 'fraid to die wit me
+Through our trials and tribulations, it's torturous
+With a bulletproof bond, hell fire ain't even scorching this
+Ten times stronger than the magic of a sorceress
+And never put a broad first, no matter how gorgeous she is
+We rugged warriors, always come out victorious
+Our battles be the gloriest, but that's just how the story is
+Love is love love, and all is fair in love and war
+My comrade a killer, to the solid core we keep it raw
+I got your back like a chiropractor blood pure
+[Chorus]
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, no other could compare to a brother, even from another mother
+We bond and love her, our spirits hover over each other
+In mutual conflicts, chained together like convicts
+I hold you up by my shoulders, under your armpits
+He ain't heavy, he my broham, ready for the program
+Whether busting shots, throwing blocks, swinging swords, throwing hands
+They can end to the end, not near friends
+A kin beyond skin complexion, a hard connection
+God protection, loyal, without question
+My heart is his heart, my possession his possession
+Although life is daily right, makes us sometimes appear weaker
+I'm still there for you brother, I'm my brother's keeper
+Blessed be the meak, if we strive and to be meaker
+Plus, we flow together like the mic through the speaker
+Through good times and bad times, happy or sad times
+Anytime, all the time, until we reach a flatline
+Link like medallions to cables, mixers to turntables
+Never turn on each other, like Cain did to Abel
+Nah, we stay stable, from the grave to the cradle
+And after I save myself, I promise I will save you
+Cuz you my brother, and i'm my brother's keeper
+You're my brother, and I'm my brother's keeper
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+The Whistle[Intro: RZA]
+*whistling*
+*beat kicks in*
+Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Digital
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, I beat the case, now I face the acquittal
+You nizzles try to belittle, but ya'll lest in spittle
+From a baby's lip, the digi made me flip
+Plus they paid me chips, just to spray the clip
+And empty out on you, in sync like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
+We be housin' crews, plus we housin' fools
+In abandoned apartments with a thousand tools
+Crazy shootin' dudes buck off the beat
+Brainless boutless fools who be stuck off the leaf
+Two guns in their hands yellin' "Fuck the police!"
+On the weekend get drunk and they fuck with the niece
+Of the precint chief, she got the tattoo
+On her breast that's shaped like The W
+Go 'head snatch the guns, son, I'll cover you
+And if they get past me we got another two, yeah...
+
+[Hook: RZA & Prodigal Sunn]
+We smoke those blunts the size of bats
+We got those gats as long as ax
+We snatch that cheese right off the trap
+We put those Beez all on your map
+
+[Prodigal Sunn]
+I shoot the fair one, I dare ya'll run through New York City
+Or any city or place, my face, royal taste, pace myself
+Ace my health, great with wealth
+Undetected like the wings of a Stealth, I move for self
+Or any man, woman or child that I call fam
+That's the way I am, word to Glock, my sister Pam
+Son, lived through the terror of the World Trade blues
+Nine o'clock news, abused the mind of many fools
+Braves and jewels, made my moves, paid my dues
+From the School of Intelligence, I stayed benevolent
+Most high, magnify, multiply, as I add to the Kings of Kings
+We never die, built my name, sustained like blood
+Flow through the veins divine sign
+Dine with wine forever sunshine
+
+[Hook]
+
+[RZA]
+We smoke...
+
+[Masta Killa]
+From the Vil to Brazil, live on your C-SPAN radio band
+Explicit, dice kiss it, pour a little liquor
+Golden imported from Cuba, Miss Aruba
+Sexy as Asia, met her up in Mecca
+Getting up in Just Cipher, hit it on the first date
+Plotted my escape, twelve hours shift at the gate
+How can you beat a G a week in '88?
+Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh Izod
+Mama shouldn't work so hard to pay the landlord
+A grand in your birthday card, times is hard
+The gun hammer click, when the pigs blitz
+We scramble like Vick, automatic six plus one to the head
+Yo, the east so hot, it's red, but that's home
+And my Glock still burn your skin to the bone
+Sonny Corleone don't discuss it on the phone
+
+[Hook to end]
+**************************************************
+Koto Chotan"Koto... Chotan..."
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, yo, Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, I'm not reneggin'
+I don't fuck with dead pigeons or the pigskin
+You fuckin' fake 85% snake
+Derelict ass bitch, your class in dead weight
+Ain't no fire escape from hell, every devil ain't pale
+I blast like H.G. Wells: "War of the Worlds"
+Allah is Lord of all, you sure to fall
+Collapse like the Berlin Wall, while I'm just hurlin' ya'll
+Lightnin' bolts ---- by writin' quotes
+Strikin' jolts that frightenin' to adults
+A to Zig-Zag you get smacked, all in a shitbag
+Flushed like the spermbag, because your germ had
+You on some ol' fake thug shit
+Drunk from the drink, gassed up by the drug shit
+Wrong analysis: kidney shot cause dialysis
+While the Gods rebuildin' Jerusalem, golden palaces
+Babes in Wonderland wonderin' where the fuck Alice is
+While you're jerkin' your dick catchin' mad callouses
+Slave labor steel drivin' like John Henry
+Layin' down underground tracks for nine pennies
+
+[Masta Killa]
+Huh, get you amped off the anthem
+Yeah, I get you amped off the uh...
+Yeah, look, another smash hit
+My niggas from the Boulevard
+East New York Squad in the yard gettin' ripped, at least 25 a clip
+A 100 men stompin' your face, the wolves barkin'
+Careful, you might get trampled, caught flashin'
+Wrap him in the maskin' tape, Jimmy Baskin
+Murder was the case when the crowd break fool
+Iron Mic Duel, held down by the poolside
+Along came a spider spun spools in the cipher
+Swing with all your might, lead spray from the sawed-off pipe
+Stenographer type, the ghetto hype slang
+Flow like water off the brim in the rain
+No escapin', Iron Maiden, check matin'
+Grandmaster Flash spinnin, P.F. cuttin'
+The sticky Afgooey, rolled in the fronto leaf
+Jamel Irief smash teef in beef
+
+[Tash Mahagony]
+Some people lyrics ain't hot
+My delivery is ill on the mic and I rock
+So hot, this stage should be a stainless steel pot
+Leavin' burnin' pains Neosporin couldn't stop
+On cats who couldn't rock
+Would shook cause I drop 'em
+Fear is a probelm in this game if you got 'em
+My mic I carry the heat for rappers playin' possum
+'Fraid that I'm a see 'em, spit a rhyme, lyrically drop 'em
+Just to say I got 'em, but it's realer than that
+I'm about more that what you see and what I speak in my rap
+So be conscious of that
+Grand told you, "Watch the quiet ones, you didn't get it?"
+You think that you could rip a chick who spit her lyrics
+Pretty rhymes so tight my lyrics did it
+Got you open and it worked it and you won't admit it
+Hopin' that we both forget it
+These ain't no one night stand lyrics, I'm never really finished
+Got you duckin', tryin' to pivot, beware
+Next time, come wit' it
+
+"Koto... Chotan..."
+**************************************************
+Kill The NoiseEpisode 1: Kill The Noise
+
+Welcome to the exploration. Today we will set our sights on a familiar adversary: distraction. Together we will begin our quest to kill the noise. Before we take off, we need to ground ourselves.
+
+I want you to find a chill environment. Sit down in a very comfortable position. Plant both feet squarely on the ground. Place your hands together or rest them gently on your knees. Now close your eyes. Now we breathe. Inhale through your nose and slowly out through your mouth. Continue with patience. Match my flow. Feel every inhale. Every exhale. Flow in. Flow out.
+
+Distraction. For some it’s a rare burden. For many, it’s constant. Think about the distractions that surround you and stifle your creativity. Sometimes it’s the people or things around us—you know, family issues, or crazy coworker, or phone that’s blowing up in your pocket. Sometimes the distractions pop up inside your own head from your own poison thoughts. Or ill-time ideas that steal your focus. Shit, I have them myself. I may think I want this track to be doper than the other track, or my lyric could be better than the next emcee. That competitive pressure can stagnate you. Each new distraction makes us feel less in control. We create chaos, and at times, it feels like we’re completely surrounded. I’m not gonna tell you that you can escape or ignore the chaos. That’s fiction. I’m gonna show you how to embrace it.
+
+My approach to life has been to find order in chaos. I think of myself as the sun at the center of the universe. And in my solar system, I’m surrounded by distractions. All that shit is just planets, asteroids, and comets—spinning around me or flying past me. Think of the things in you life that stifles progress or heightens your anxiety. Observe what crashes into your orbit: noise, work drama, negativity. See them all as little planets, asteroids spiraling towards you. They feel like they have an impact, but remember, you are the sun. You have the power to put  all that peripheral shit on notice.
+
+In this moment and in the moments ahead, when your mind wanders, I want you to pause and identify the nature of the distraction. Irritation? Anger? Humor? Curiosity? Recognize each time something enters your orbit. Acknowledge it. Note it. Categorize it. And let it return to its own orbit. You have the power to act on it later, but for now just take notice. Again, acknowledge the distraction. Not the emotion that it causes. Then watch it drift away. Let it be that asteroid that fizzles out, or the planet the planet that floats in the distance. This is how you exert your gravitational force on the chaos around you, take note of it, and then just let that shit just keep on spinning alongside of you.
+
+Alright. Now as we slowly return from our exploration. I want you to think about remaining in the center of your solar system. Stay as the sun. Maintain the planets around you. Now open your eyes.
+**************************************************
+Whar[Verse 1: Kool G. Rap]
+You ain't sayin' nothing slick to a can of oil
+Tell your man to tell his man that his man's a girl
+I holds weight, ya'll niggas skinny like Olive Oil
+We throws atleast half a ki' in the pot to boil
+Royal niggas, rags to riches
+Because your boy breaks bitches like glasses, dishes
+Burn money like I put it in some grass and spliffed it
+If I don't get my man that's passed, it's not misses
+Female donkeys, ya'll niggas ass and dickless
+Hard white rap, just some foil like chiclets
+Never had a wife, you better settle for the mistress
+The truth like Al Capone dying for the syphlis
+Cross me, you name flying on the hit list
+Ya'll niggas buck, won't even pop a clutch on the gear shift
+That ain't the hard pose, nigga, you just scared stiff
+I'm on my grizzly, you might walk right into bear shit
+You rock your pants too tight, get off that queer shit
+No turning back when it's on, I ain't trynna hear shit
+Like the coast guard, I got them choppers than can airlift
+
+[Bridge: Tash Mahogany]
+Sword, dont you know what you bring?
+You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men
+There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live
+All the war that you bring to men
+
+[Hook: Tash Mahogany]
+War - is comin' home - takes families
+War - I'm not a great big fan of it
+War - is something that is scandalous
+Oh no - oh no
+War - is comin' by air, land, & sea
+War - is man's insanity
+This world.. for sure..
+Must stop - this world of war
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Tell ya fake niggas don't get me involved, my back is chunky
+Four-five hanging out the jeans, is crunchy
+Facial hair beard, looking like Abe Lincoln
+Stand next to you and my jewels look like ya cage is shrinking
+Love sweets like a dope fiend, nodder wit fat hands
+Keep birds around me, they be calling me Batman
+Precisely I pop like cheap luggage, prefusely bleeding
+Word on the streets is you lost three buckets
+Fuck it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds
+Rob me, bitch, I have your whole hood crying
+Lighting candles on the street like, 'why you trying?'
+Oh lord, why you had to lullabye him
+His jewels is cursed, his seeds is first
+When he do shows, he pop a wheelie off his murst
+Six three, medium built, tall like Lurch
+While ya'll faggots be sleep, he be putting in work
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+That's his absorbance stance, I got it down to a glance
+It's war, I got the biggest gun down my pants, pants
+Got a rock, rocket in my pocket
+For to knock ya head right out the socket
+Turn teardrops to smile, been glanced this spare child
+Spra ya gallon of mace in your face, burn off your 'brows
+No phone home, you dribbling, we stone ya sibling
+Get my bloods from Tilden, to burn your building
+Poison tip dagger sword, chop through your collar bone
+No, you don't got a fucking chance to holler home
+Nice dream, your sliced spleen, cut through your ice bling
+G-O-D, heats, melts you like it's ice cream
+I'm not vanilla, I'm black panther chinchilla
+My cousin's an orangutan, my brother's a gorilla
+The other's a ape, he turn a rainbow straight
+Get you trapped in the jungle now you can't escape
+War it is, that's the biz, Glock pop, plops the feds
+Split your wig, crack your whip, smack your wiz, blast your 'quip
+Chains and whips, planes and ships, guns, swords and flintstones
+And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks, you know it's
+
+[Bridge: Tash Mahogany]
+Sword, dont you know what you bring?
+You destroy everything - all the blood that you give to men
+There's, no excuse I could give - we just all want to live
+All the war that you bring to men
+
+[Hook: Tash Mahogany]
+War - is comin' home - takes families
+War - I'm not a great big fan of it
+War - is something that is scandalous
+Oh no - oh no
+War - is comin' by air, land, & sea
+War - is man's insanity
+This world.. for sure..
+Must stop - this world of war
+**************************************************
+Drama[Intro: RZA]
+I wanna dedicate this song to the young god, Kareem
+The Genius... Digi...
+Say it to 'em roof angel
+
+[Hook: Thea]
+Learn to keep my head up to the sky
+And ask myself why, it has to be this way
+I'd like to live my life in peace
+And health, not to worry about
+All the dramas of the day
+
+As we strive for luxury
+And try to feed our families
+It always seems that someone's in your way
+I'd like to live my life in peace
+And health, not to worry about
+All the dramas of the day
+
+[RZA] (Monk)
+I met a young brother, about 28
+Who seemed intelligent and rather quite straight
+
+I greeted him, and struck up conversation
+To see if the youngster had some self motivation
+
+Peace brother, whats your name? How you be?
+(I'm Rugged Monk and I'm all about the currency)
+
+[Monk] (RZA)
+(You mean gettin' paid?)
+
+Yeah like my man's brother
+Who has a condo, he shares with his baby mother
+
+You know a condo beats my apartment
+With no lights, no gas and backed up rent
+
+No hot water or heat, infested with plenty rats
+That'll eat up the average alley cat
+
+(I'm like damn, homey, thats poverty)
+(He's like) Word O.G. that bothers me
+
+Plus I'm about to be a new father, G
+(We need to wise up and change the hood policy)
+
+[Hook]
+
+[RZA] (Monk) {both}
+Yo, why you fear the devil, as a grown man?
+Why you not out there trying to make your own plan?
+
+See we are a victim, of a situation
+Where a wicked man, separated the nation
+
+And got us killin' off one another
+Black on black, they pit brother on brother
+
+It's gettin' hot, hotter than July
+See the murder and crime rate is risin' to the sky
+
+(For example, in my neighborhood it's so hot
+I'm often woke up, from the alarming sounding of a shot)
+
+(So I'm thinking what), Is your neighborhood a trap?
+{Could this be the place marked X on the map?}
+
+(And I'm spotted like a target in a shooting gallery
+So I strive to seek for a better salary
+
+So I can escape from where? From this ghetto life area
+{Cuz everyday it gets scarier}
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Shady[Intro]
+Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad..
+You know I love you
+
+[Hook: Intrigue]
+But what I saw it wasn't me
+But what I saw in front of me
+Oh baby baby you was acting so shady
+I thought that you were stickin' me
+Another girl you're tricking me
+I gotta go cause I thought that I was yo' baby
+
+But what I saw it wasn't me
+But what I saw in front of me
+Oh baby baby you was acting so crazy
+I thought that you were stickin' me
+Another girl you're tricking me
+I gotta go cause I thought that you were my baby
+
+[RZA]
+Girl you can't trick me
+Nor can you stick me
+You try to play slickly said you strictly dickly
+But you and your friends you play the licky licky
+I figured it out when I caught that hickey
+Between yo' legs where your chocolate split be
+Now Bob Digi gotta toss you like Frisbee
+Out the window
+Off and away you go
+'Ain't got no time and no love for hoes, fuck
+How many project sluts wanna nut or get touched?
+And ramped up in the back of my truck
+Or to eat the Benz up when yo' girlfriend would
+Have her knees to her ears so I can slip in good
+Bobby
+Now walk the block with black hoody hat
+Dog on the prowl tryin' to snatch the little putty-cat
+They red riding hood
+And I'm the big wolf
+'Bout to puff off these pistols like I'm George Bush
+And push push through your power-u
+Goosh goosh explode my load
+Have it running down your toosh toosh
+Now you sneakin' around like a crook crook
+Tryin' to look inside my phone book book
+Bout to loose it all girl you shook shook
+It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks
+It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks jooks
+It 'Ain't my fault that your love got jooks
+
+Hook [1x]
+
+[Beretta 9]
+C'mon man save it go ahead with that boo
+Oh you take me for a fool
+I send my sister for you
+Claim I'm sneakin' sleepin' creepin' cheatin' you buggin' yo
+Listenin' to yo' cuzin' mad because she a lonely ho
+Simple fickle minded dizzy tryin' to insult I
+Now you wanna go and turn around and then ask why
+Peace be out bounce
+Spread yo' wings fly
+Me lie c'mon how?
+That ain't god's style
+C'mon man
+You don't know me by now?
+Three years in
+I should of messed around but somehow
+I kept it real
+Girl I was ya' nigga' until
+Ya switched the whole current
+And if that's how you feel
+Be out
+Be out yo'
+Be the fuck out
+
+Hook [1x]
+
+Oh Bobby why do you treat me so bad ... You know I love you
+
+Hook [1x]
+**************************************************
+Throw Your Flag Up[Intro: RZA]
+Eh-yo, Kinetic
+What up God? You got that Glock cleaned?
+Soaked those bullets in oil?
+So yo, I'mma call the Black Knights up
+And North Star from down in the Westside
+Nah mean?
+Eh-yo, they gon' come and blast this shit over
+YouknowImean?
+Think we don't need no Shaolin cats for the job
+Take it to the Wild Wild West
+{​*beat kicks in*}​
+BOODOODOO..
+
+[Intro Pt. II: Crisis (RZA) {​Ms. Roxy}​]
+Yeah.. (Come on son)
+The one and only.. sharpshooter..
+(Spark these niggas my nigga)
+Yo I speak to be heard {​Digital}​
+The truth shall set you free {​Digital}​
+(Set them niggas free God)
+You in a Chamber, in the Chamber {​Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..}​
+(BOODOODOO.. Darkness, you know? Must come to light)
+
+[Verse 1: Crisis (RZA)]
+Eh-yo, it's the sharpshooter, one and only, guaranteed
+I ain't tripping, yo it ain't no comparing me
+To nothing else, untraceable, like a stealth bomber on your radar
+There they are, take a look, yo I spit the uncontainable
+Highly flammable, unexplainable
+Game Pro - Crisis show you how to tame a ho
+Show you how the game should go
+So you lames can know
+Black Knights equals nothing but dope
+So what you working with?
+You bitch niggas ain't hurting shit, spitting commercial shit
+We rhyme for different purposes
+I spit for the cause, you spit for the broads
+I spit for the streets, you spit for the geeks
+I spit for North Long Beach and all of my peeps
+Holding it down, I spit for the meak
+We holding the crown, you savage niggas had your chance
+So now it's on us, it's just us, you get your bones crushed
+You got against us, resist us?
+I thinks not (thinks not), it's impossible {​*echoes*}​
+
+[Break: RZA]
+If you live for the blood, Throw Your Flag Up
+If you got the love in your heart, Throw Your Flag Up
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Rollie Fingers in the back, son rolled the bag up
+Street had the pen and the pad, he threw a tag up
+Uncooked beef in the street, they tagged the rag up
+Goldie got the clip from the closet and filled the gat up
+Bobby sharpened the razor, oiled the bat up
+Let the dogs out the basement, pulled the rap up
+Somehow the Brown cats about to get clapped up
+Pussy high nigga off coke tried to act up
+Against the world's greatest mind, Bob Digital
+Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two
+My young son Big Un don't fuck with Patty Cake
+Bound to walk through the woods barefoot, choke a rattlesnake
+While his brother Melchizedeck, dissect it
+Up in the project life, the street's be hectic
+The gun burst, son shot his tongue first
+Shouldn't've shot his tongue first, should've shot the gun first
+Now chew on the Sunburst, bitch, it's Bobby's day
+Lyrics for the out, click click, like shottys spray
+Tear through flesh/bone, get lodged up in your ass cheek
+Cuz you came talkin' that same bullshit last week
+Fuckin' cokehead nigga, what? Your brain numb?
+I used to wonder where these pussy-clats came from
+Up in the thirty-six cell block I Shadowbox
+Sip on wheat grass and build up like a male ox
+
+[Break: RZA (Monk)]
+If you love for the Glock, +Throw Your Flag Up+
+If you got love for the Gods, +Throw Your Flag Up+
+If you live from the heart, +Throw Your Flag Up+
+Don't cause the beef, I might tie the rag up
+All my Digihead niggas, roll the bag up
+BOODOODOODOO.. and +Throw Your Flag Up+
+(If you come from Long Beach, +Throw Your Flag Up+
+If you come from Compton, throw your rag up
+If you come from the West then throw your hood up
+If you come from the block then +Throw Your Flag Up+)
+
+[Verse 3: Monk]
+I spit the flavor for the ear, shit for the streets
+Rollin' in the cutty about five niggas deep
+One SK, two Tec-9's and two sticks
+Ready to trip on these fools around my way poppin' shit
+Like the Black Knights don't air them things out
+Knuckle up in the spot 'til someone get drops
+Stomped, get passed out
+Passed out off a pint of that pah, ready to mic brawl
+Clean sweep, took the first pitch, knocked the home-run
+Black Knights known to grab mics, leave the spots full blown
+You know motto, the +Knights or Nuttin'+, so stop frontin'
+Like you ain't heard this high pitch through your twelve-inch
+Kenwoods,  Alpines, I keep those six-by-nines thumpin'
++Jumpin' Jumpin'+ like Destiny, I laced it with the Rugged recipe
+You know my technique on a Ra' beat
+Speak the Digi slurred speech but aggressive with the mic
+On mine, it's strictly Black Knights
+Steal the spotlight, show niggas how to rock mics
+The right way, spit like a K, M-o-n-k
+The conqueror, smash your sponsor
+Learn the lesson from the Black Knight lethal +Silent Weapon+
+
+[Outro x2: Ms. Roxy]
+Digital, Digital, Digital..
+Bobby, Bobby, Bobby..
+Digi, Digi, Digi..
+**************************************************
+Deadly Venoms[Intro]
+Yo, here we go yo
+The Prince Rakeem, this here is called My Deadly Venom
+You know what I'm saying?
+Some old freestyle type of slick slang
+For you and your gang
+Girls so y'all can kinda sweat this
+Check it out and ya don't quit
+
+[Verse 1]
+And many brothers know me for what?
+For bagging bitches
+But I'm also known for giving stitches
+A buck 50 for those who get nifty
+That's why your ass so fast to call me swifty
+And here I go and here I go
+Hey yo go out like Bo and act like ya know
+That ya can't beat me or bring me
+The least bit of harm
+Sssss, um um, uh uh
+Heck no, I keep a sucker brain petrified
+When I grab the mic I won't let go, I'd
+Rather go live forever and ever and ever
+Let it go? Never
+Assume a lot of boys are doomed
+Without being tuned
+To many many many moons
+As the champ that blast through your amp
+I can't get weak 'cause my style can't cramp
+I'm rugged like Guess black denim
+Battles y'all know I always ran 'em
+When it comes to rappers, they're seeds
+I'll plant 'em
+As I eject ya wit' a dose of deadly venom
+This is the way I like to Parley
+And amputate to the words I say
+The tormentor, take you on a mad adventure
+Through an episode that's cold like the winter
+Check your checklist
+And see if you can wreck this
+You thought I was a lover
+And didn't expect this
+Style I specify but now you can testify
+Thee not a less the best is I
+
+[Chorus]
+Deadly Venoms
+Deadly Venoms, kid
+Check it out, yo
+
+[Verse 2]
+No time for charades or masquerades
+It's more rugged shit with the kid with braids
+And I like brothers to step up and show what they got
+And watch 'em drop on the spot
+And pop the corns
+Just raw like crumbs from my tongue
+'Cause you're small like Tom Thumb
+But I'm great, up to date and elevate
+Rhymes I design
+I write with paper mate
+I stimulate your thoughts
+Can't take shorts
+Won every battle that I ever fought
+So friend or foe
+Who want to go toe to toe?
+Yo you know you're gonna fall below
+Zero don't try to play hero
+Like um, Robert De Niro and Crazy Shapiro
+But I exempt not to be a wimp
+I walk with a limp of a Roscoe pimp
+I'm a slickster
+Who's out to get your sister
+You disagree with me? Fuck you mister
+So uncanny brothers can't stand me
+I'll take the panties from your mammy and your granny
+Rap crusader, bam boom invader
+Sexcapader and also a panty raider
+So protect your property
+'Cause when it comes to bagging girls
+No one is stopping me
+Or getting rid of me
+I'm the epitome
+Even cold fuck the statue of liberty
+That's the way that I am though
+Yea Rakeem with a rugged deadly venom (venom)
+
+[Interlude]
+Yea check it the Deadly Venom (Venom)
+Word, the Deadly Venom, kid
+Yea a Deadly Venom (Venom)
+
+[Verse 3]
+Suckers step to me and think they can do me
+Your style is screwy like Hong Kong Phooey
+You can't push me, rush or mush me
+Dust or crush, or even ambush me
+'Cause I'll play ya right out of position
+See through your mission with x-ray vision
+And once I see ya I get Scrooge like Ebenezer
+Crush ya like black Caesar
+After that I'll leave ya
+Hit 'em with a symptom of Rakeem fever
+You get strung, hung, swung
+Done, by a witty rap tongue
+From a young man who understood
+What it takes to be good
+Make a rhyme sound like it should
+Susa I'm making this style looser
+I turn men to stone like Medusa
+You get blown and thrown off course
+Feel the remorse, you're forced to take a loss
+I get crazier slay ya like Hell Raiser
+Style amaze ya I'm rugged like a trail blazer
+Then I crash right through your
+Lyrics I sued 'em
+They're moving like U-Haul
+Booming 'em, doing 'em, wrap 'em like aluminum fo-o-oil
+Your plans got spoiled
+Rhymes will affect ya
+Who loves to wreck ya?
+I laugh in your face like I'm Woody Woodpecker
+Ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha
+You can't get with the Ra
+Deadly Venom
+
+[Outro]
+Word, Know what I'm saying?
+The Prince Rakeem strikes again
+Never hit below the belt although the blow is felt
+I wanna say peace to the DMD Posse
+And the Gladiator Posse
+And the whole Staten Island Posse
+And the Funky President Melquan
+**************************************************
+Be a Man{*sampled singer singing "Be a man"
+And "bad situation man" throughout the song*}
+
+[RZA]
+
+Yeah it's Bobby Digital
+Just floatin over the city
+I came across this, this, this black man
+He was talkin about (look down below)
+
+Sure of yourself rising, prices of food skyrising
+Foreign countries movin in USA, enterprising
+Snatchin your mic then speakin, while you might be leaking
+Then losin the luxury, average man be seeking
+
+Thought he was so smart; ho's cheating, life fall apart
+Fucking a hundred bitches couldn't mend a broken heart
+Start as a soda jerk job, as a mail clerk
+Fucked this white bitch in the office, got fired from work
+
+Nine-to-five, government high taxes
+Police dispatches, Beauracatics attackin black Asiatics
+Resident with bad plumbing, Cocaine got my brain numb
+And bitch complained about cumming, pussy stay humming;
+
+$200 parking, summons out of state warrants
+High blood pressure pills prescribed by Dr. Lawrence
+Got me gaining weight, fuckin up my right kidney
+Cousin raped at school, Eli Whitney
+
+Peoples' eyes closed like envelopes by faux penmanship, with unpaid doctor bills
+Framed got shot and killed, cops popping pills
+Three pair cotton, steel closet, cabinet of no frills
+Mo' bills, sister got evicted from Park Hill
+
+Punch a hole inside the NARC wheels
+My dogs bark, still carry dark steel
+And unmarked bills, I'm from the uncut, dope, found on director's reels
+Bobby Digital may switch back to Bobby Steels
+
+Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate
+So hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight
+Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face-to-face appointments
+Un-proudly in the church paid for annointment
+
+Better checks don't come late
+About to separate with her man
+In the city, domestic violence escalates
+
+Get a highest ratio in five years, the idea is to plant fear
+Boy you slap yo' bitch, po-lice is there
+To cuff you or snuff you, they might bust you
+Cause your ho snatched your money up, didn't want to fuck you
+
+We must learn to communicate, and unificate
+Stop the black on black, hate on hate
+White on white, black on white, put the love in love
+I'm blunted up, blasted inside the strip club
+
+Shorty wop, fifteen year old, all she needed was love
+And mo' dough so she won't have to show her knotty afro
+Collect call from my son denial, said he might blow trial, or cop out to 3 to 6
+Bad situations, being a man is hard shit, something'll get trapped out I mean, yo
+
+You got crack fiends in spots with vaccine shots
+Black teens drop out of high school, white boys selling stock
+With bonds they can't put their word on
+20 years, shorty wop, pussy 'bout to swerve on
+
+Up in the crib, new fridge, of dead pig
+Two kids, from this older cat who looked like Calvin Coolidge
+But got splat in his back last year, robbing this jew inside the diamond district
+No one got convicted, heard they never found the biscuit
+
+I'm booby trapped by the capitalists, trying to subsist
+Sometimes happiness is hot grits and catfish, or a bowl of Cookie Crisp
+I got harassed by this rookie bitch
+Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrant to tie my kicks
+
+$50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picket
+And shout at the City Hall, motherfuck the wicked
+And greedy, give to the needy
+Down on my luck, about to grab a ouija board, that's when Bobby Digi seen me
+
+Said, "Yo son, don't stress out over no one, learn the slogan:
+Knowledge is half the battle, that's one to grow on
+And don't be counterfeit
+It's a bad situation just being a man, but we got to handle it"
+
+Bad situation we in bein' a man
+**************************************************
+NYC Crack[Kung fu sample]
+Now, it's the master's turn though
+I'm betting in, well there's a show here
+
+[Intro: RZA]
+Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
+Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
+Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
+Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
+Watch your step, kid, watch your step, kid
+Watch your step, kid, watch your step
+Watch your step, kid, watch your step..
+Yo, yo, yo
+
+[RZA]
+We take your wizzes away, like we be called on
+Deep in space like the Millennium Falcon
+Ya'll be fools, scored like ancient Babylon
+Rabbits and turtles, all run the marathon
+Yup, ya'll paper chasing, ya'll human racing
+Who got the best basement?
+You got a 6SL, I got a SSL
+I score movies, make Supreme Clientele
+
+[Hook: Thea Van Seijen (RZA)]
+Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
+No, can't get it near, I quit (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack)
+All day, all night, what brings to you life
+For you in the world (my Wu-Tang slang is that New York City Crack)
+
+[RZA]
+Silly rabbits, trynna disrespect The Abbott
+Don't you know that we'll turn your cold body to maggots
+I got forty million records sold, some platinum, some gold
+Some we just put out to meet the tax code
+Your career will be shorter than the 21st of December
+Be one of those thousand rappers no one remembers
+While my name is carved on trophies, colleges recite my bars
+You can look up, and see my name up on the stars
+And when it comes down to that basic talent
+I got 20 little cousins that can meet your challenge
+Yo, stop and listen, and check this proposition
+Son, got lots of vision, plus lots of wisdom
+Hindsight, foresight, insight, out of sight
+Some try to imitate, but they are not alike
+They only piggy back, have a Digi Snack
+That Wu-Tang slang is that New York City crack
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Kung fu sample]
+We're just dealing, of a man
+Tough take before you
+A cryptic to your power
+The reason why we slept and spared your son's life
+Was to give you faith
+Thank you, man, thank you
+You fight well, the hand must reach to the sky
+Save the best for me, and have perfect breathing
+Good breath control, you know of these
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+The Grunge[Intro: Beretta 9]
+Car 36, 36, we got a situation in progress
+37 between 106th
+We got a possible homicide
+All cars, all cars, we got a situation down
+
+[RZA]
+Aiyo, toxi' off the grey goose, vodka, shots of Hpnotiq
+Ya'll bitches want beef, son, you got it
+Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob Diz-noc
+Plex on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not
+Right in your hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed
+Don't front on this nigga, I'mma from New York Ci-zey!
+Ya'll butter pec', make my nut squeak
+Have me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak
+Like tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
+Butter pec', make my nutter weak
+And ya'll crabs down south, you ain't got a clue
+How it feel to slip in that papi chino power u
+White Cadillac truck just high beamed us
+Mami look like she was Angie Martinez
+I don't espanol, I play imposter
+I was like "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
+Let's slip back to my casa
+She was like "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"
+I'm the ace in the decks...
+
+*girl speaking spanish*
+
+[RZA]
+I'm the ace in the deck, still casin' a Tec
+That filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
+The bass and the treb', the space in the back
+Where chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
+I'm not known to talk a lot
+Sit on five whips, son, so I don't walk a lot
+Got ten chicks, so I don't hawk a lot
+Been around the world, but I love New York a lot
+Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy Cuffies
+Or in Fort Green, with those crazy Cuffies
+Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and Puffy's
+You get robbed, bucked down by a crazy Cuffie
+Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
+Fuckin' the mics is my hobby
+
+[Outro: girl]
+Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
+
+{*car smashing and glass shattering*}
+**************************************************
+The Abbot (Interlude)[Skit: RZA]
+The ol' abbot 'n shit, y'knahmean?
+You gotta sit still, after a while, knahmsayin?
+But as long as he keep the fire burnin
+Any spark, he can he can touch another fire
+He can spark another person, another person
+That's why you see in the kung-fu flicks
+You see the abbot, you know
+That he don't come back to fight the villain
+He get a student, he train a student for that job
+**************************************************
+Odyssey[Intro: RZA]
+Watch it, watch it, watch it, watch it
+Get it, get it, get it, get it
+And so as Bobby...
+And so as Bobby...
+And so as Bobby start to learn more jewels of life
+He became more the wiser, and the RZA was being
+Manifested from within
+For a new embryo, had been born through the cypher
+Bringin' forth into existence, the Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
+And he started to spit shit like this
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, Happy New Year, throw on your Wu-Wear
+We true here, you crab derelict bastards, you can't push through here
+The ice melter, you best to to dive for ya shelter
+This assignment is called Alpha Phi Sigma Phi Delta
+Digi tech, 36 tech, eject pellet
+Rip through rap cadet, no one left to tell it
+Then them hook, walked through justice in books
+Scotch whiskey, in the middle of Patty, with four Glocks wit me
+Hair puller trigger nigga, 16-shot dart spitta
+Chart splittas, who walk through the hood, heart bitter
+For industrialized rapped capitalist, trynna snatch a crack of this
+BZA bitch, please don't make me flip, flip, flip, flip
+
+And bones get sparked, my wiz as strong as Joan of Arc
+
+While ya dogs just bark, bark, bark
+We spread this attitude, to every point of latitude
+Every street crevice, every corner, every avenue
+I might be on the Eiffel, wit a 30/30 scope riffle
+Ready to snipe you, and wipe you from the face of the earth
+You can taste it diverse, the blood thirst
+I start to bring the great Flood, first, first, first
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+So as his mind start to grow
+He start expression himself through his hip hop culture
+Changin' his thoughts, standin' on his truth of square
+
+Build it better himself to those around him
+And he start talkin like this...
+
+Hungry men have no respect for law, or authority, or human life
+A man's bread and butter is only Insured if he works for it
+Leadership means everything, pain, blood and death
+What night is to day, man is to woman, and woman is to man Fear is the state of nervousness, only fit for children, not men
+All men are created equal, so to fear man, is to offend God
+Fear is to lose control of ones nerves, then you become like a helpless deer, or a featherless bird
+We stated the the true and living, living true
+And these jewels, thoughts of great wise men, like Marcus Garvey
+Start to build up inside Bobby's head
+And it lead him to the knowledge of himself
+And he became a strong muthafucka!
+**************************************************
+2 Left Shoes[Verse 1: Rev. William Burk]
+Yo, what’s todays Mathematics?
+Two plus square
+The truth is the only light
+Nigga stand by himself
+In the surrounding of darkness
+There’ll be no disc shining
+In the square of the universe
+Which is 360 degrees
+When God builds he (?)
+Perpendicular to a square
+
+[Hook: Truth Hurts]
+Hate you on a daily
+Man this shit is crazy
+It ain't worth what we (?) you
+Sippin’ ‘till I’m cloudy
+Just so I can maintain
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+I love my niggas to death, down to the last breath
+But the last breath, I'm gonna save for myself
+You fake snakes
+Only come around when they need you
+Savages, biting off the hands that feed you
+Come among the righteous trying to spread that evil
+Blinded by the love all these years but now I see you
+For who you be and what you are to me
+Tip a ray magnet trying to get a charge off me
+In the old days, I would give a charge for free
+But nowaday, I’m charging you $100 g’s
+Wu-Tang is permanent
+I’m the illuminated (?)
+Known to chops heads off at the hip hop tournament
+
+[Hook: Truth Hurts]
+Hate you on a daily
+Man this shit is crazy
+It ain't worth what we (?) you
+Sippin’ ‘till I’m cloudy
+Just so I can maintain
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+
+[Third Verse: RZA]
+From a small water cacoon
+Bent to the shape of a quarter moon
+A small water pack that’s placed above the womb
+I was fashioned by Allah’s
+All men are created equal
+Then tricked with wicked lies that separated the people
+Then escaped to (?)
+(?)
+Someone tried to shoot Mister Robert Fitzgerald
+The supreme original intelligent
+The Prince RZA
+Somehow mistake me for a old wise wizard
+I put love up against anything
+I put love upon the angel wings
+I put love beyond the diamond rings
+With true love nothing should come between
+
+[Hook: Truth Hurts]
+Hate you on a daily
+Man this shit is crazy
+It ain't worth what we (?) you
+Sippin’ ‘till I’m cloudy
+Just so I can maintain
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+Cause loving you is like wearing two left shoes
+**************************************************
+Break Bread[Intro - Jammie Sommers] (RZA):
+Yo, yeah yeah, yo what?
+(Gotta spit on these bitches real quick)
+Yea, Jammie Sommers bring the thunder, what?
+(Word up, doo-doo stain bitches)
+Yo, yo, uh-huh, yo..
+
+[Jammie Sommers]
+Yo save John Bennett, trauma John Bell
+Lace stay in my equality, mic oddessey
+Judy Plum, ghetto tag on the drum
+Nestle in the glass, I was plunged, double-edged tongue
+Pearly handle, police woman scroll Brooklyn, we bouncin, commercial keep lookin
+Pussy tight ginger, turn rough cats to cringers
+Make him surrender is car and legal tender
+Sunshine on time, manifest all time 'tween beams
+Because I see the true reality, sculpted by my Wallabees
+Study righteous God Degree, yo..
+
+[Both]
+We Break Bread and deal with equality
+
+[RZA]
+Yo check it, my break and deal with this son
+Explicit lyrical orgy, you bitches smell like dead foggy ho
+While Jammie splash you with the bottle of Giorgio
+Or Chanel's No. 5, dog bitch you can't survive
+You buy and shoot some straw ride, ya tried to glide on B.O.B.B.Y
+Jammie Sommers, treat her like my daughter, real niggas wanna fuck her
+Pass a quart of milk, crab, clam, possum, wild flower blossomin
+Power-U, have you gaspin for your oxygen
+Gold bra straps, fine pointed, purple star Gaps
+Cowboy boots and tastle, with the straw hat
+You derelict hoes, we fuck y'all without pullin down our clothes
+While your nigga wish to lick Jammie Sommers' toes
+Imaginate, you best to go home son and masturbate
+Or put your ten dollars up and buy the fat tape
+
+[Jammie Sommers]
+Yo, a hundred thousand, two hundred and fifty cash
+Yo now, watch Miss Sommers, shake that ass
+Yo, you love the way my brother splash
+Chain reaction keep you puzzled
+Mouth muscle, card shuffle, belt buckle
+Jammie S'll never kiss ass after I close a deal
+You best to believe this rap shit I say is for real
+A lot of y'all bitches be good earners with two out
+Take too many chances, chillin with niggas, lampin
+Profilin, wildin, Jammie hung with the realty smilin
+Takin shots at Louie the thirteenth, and tie you up
+Bathed in Sheik, so you could watch your man beat his meat
+Cuz, uh, lodi dodi, I got the body
+And tutti fruiti, I got the booty
+I shake, my rump, all in ya face
+Make a bitch tie my sneaker lace
+Cuz A is for Apple and J is for Jack
+And most of y'all bitches ain't go no hair in the back
+And ya tracks is wack
+**************************************************
+The ChaseBurst, better run, better run for your life!
+Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi (yo)
+Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof
+The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me (yo) ...
+(Yo) Burst!
+
+Put the key in the ignition friction sparks my transmission
+I'm gear shiftin, fast lane switchin, tryin to ditch em
+Escape, I got the briefcase full of papers
+Plus the microtape of all the secret society snakes
+Recordings, plan how they want to destroy the black man
+And take every square inch of land and kill the Wu Clan
+What the fuck? My four hundred horsepower truck
+High speed with the Ironman CD turned all the way up
+Shots fired in back of me, they practically hit my tire
+Yo I smell smoke, I hope my engine ain't on fire
+Pulled off the road, hope this damn truck won't explode
+Felt like a scene from the last James Bond episode
+Drivin sixty miles per hour through weed trees and dead flowers
+Bust the overdrive, couldn't control the power
+Pushin through bushes, mud, bugs
+Covered the front and back windshield like carwash suds
+I couldn't see, I knew these niggas was gainin on me
+I tried to bust a 360, I crashed into a tree
+It felt like a bulldozer, knocked my ass over
+I fell out the Rover, grabbed the briefcase ran over
+To a log cabin, had a sign posted DO NOT ENTER
+I bust through the door my body got cut up with splinters
+I ain't give a FUCK, tryin to find somewhere to duck
+Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh
+And catch my breath, count how many shots I had left
+My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull
+It was Ivan Korlof, he came through with a sawed off
+Bust the cannon shot and tore the rest of the fuckin door off
+
+Burst, break, run, jet, flee, boogey, move, be audi
+Slide, duck, dip, bounce, be ghost, escape, blazini, poof
+The Genie, disappear, cast out like they ain't seen me
+Killer Bee, fast lamborghini
+(repeat 2X)
+
+Junk turned fragments scattered in all direction
+One grazed me, on my kneecap but didn't faze me
+Count to three, jumped up, I fired back
+My four-four snub slug, dug a hole in his head
+Like Dig Dug, partner crashes in
+With the infrared precision shots, just missin
+Night vision goggles, shit had me boggled
+Forty-Four mag, was too much to swallow
+Held the briefcase in front of my face, jumped through the window
+Daring, got up and went like Dr. Kimball
+
+I burst, broke, ran, jetted, fleed, boogied, moved, was audi
+Slid, ducked, dipped, bounced, ghost, escaped, blazini, poof
+The Genie, disappear, niggas out like they ain't seen me
+Killer Bee move with the speed of lamborghini
+
+Bobby Steels on the track, word up
+Bout to escape with the tape
+Word up
+**************************************************
+Glorious Day[Hook: Dexter Wiggles]
+I thought I'd never, see the sun
+I thought it never shine again
+Then the sun came, back round again
+Since you came in my life and then
+Like there was no clouds, stand on water
+Glory came to shine again
+It's a glorious dayyyyyyyyyyy
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, they say great minds think alike, we used to drink all night
+Think about things that's wrong and how to make it right
+Ice cold bottles of brass, and time flashes
+A hundred blunts passes, before the God askes
+What's the square miles of the planet, why is the axis slanted?
+How much is covered by water, how much is granite?
+Every second is the past, every second is the future
+Every second is the present, how long does it last?
+True I Master Equality, God Body be
+Flowing like the Chi energy, inside your arterries
+Hand design jewels and rhymes, like fine potery
+Even if you went ten time platinum and struck lottery
+All the material that you gain in this world
+Wouldn't match the price of a snowflake in hell
+Bobby, did it all, boy, before you was born
+Ya'll front like ya'll thugs, but ya'll niggas be pawn
+
+[Hook]
+
+[RZA]
+Whether million or billion, or trillion, or quadrillion
+Or quintillion, or even six sextillion
+We still be building, revealing the truth
+All the knowledge that these devils be concealing, it won't stop til
+Every soul is killed, then, and healed then
+Opressed by the pen, serve the clip, angel wings
+Only to be awoken by a Killa Bee sting
+Injected with the venom of truth, I defend the youth
+The black choppers, I spot 'em through the circle
+Go 'head, bust my whip, snake, my shit is gun proof
+But the darkest spot in your mind's not sunproof
+Here comes the proof, son, we present the proof
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Righteous Way[Junior Reid]
+Blessed love my lark, blessed love empress
+All teaching of ways, all prince and all princess
+Gods and goddess, kings of de earths, kings of de earths
+Heeeya-hahahahaha!
+Jah!
+Rastafari
+
+[RZA]
+R-rza-rec-rec-Bobby
+Yo
+
+[Junior Reid]
+Jah live the +Righteous Way+
+Teaching the youths of today
+Bobby Digital do and then them say
+Love with me today
+Love with me today
+Baby this is what they say
+I'm gonna lead the youths in my stray
+No foul play, no foul play
+Want them of love all the way, and no foul play
+Want them of love and not the negative way
+RZA want no drive-by car, then we will see about how we are
+Am I going the digital way, send all the youth to the digital way
+
+Jah live the +Righteous Way+
+Leading the youth of today
+Tell them to watch and pray
+A child shall lead the way, the way
+
+Jah live the +Righteous Way+
+Teaching the youths of today
+Bobby Digital do agree to tell them say
+Love shall lead - love is the only way
+Love we want in America, in Jamaica, and in Africa
+Love all over the world, for all women boys and girls
+Men women boys and girls
+
+[RZA]
+Let it be known
+Let it be-let it be known
+Let it be known
+Some said Bobby oughta burn in hell because these fancy bitches
+Got a closet full of kung-fu flicks and nasty pictures
+A library to decipher anything religious
+He beg for mercy, we pray for Allah forgiveness
+Rough nights, tough nights police cuff tight
+Locked the fuck up, someone's mad enough to snuff Mike
+Couldn't fuck right or puff right
+This 15-year-old bastard got drunk and stuck like
+The kid in the GangStarr vid, Just to Get a Rep
+Pop was a klep, moms out on the steps
+See sometimes he feel like a motherless, starve for another kiss
+At night search the skies and searchin for the mothership
+Only to find it's all inside yourself
+Are you ready for the things of mental health?
+This old man had a lack of mental health
+Because his grandfather clock got to old for his shelf
+So he had to die with a cold on his chest
+The Old Earth said that the soul went to rest
+Something that we never could understand
+Is what he told me, sayin;
+"Yo, how could the ghost be holy?"
+That's what he told me, when I watch TV all I see
+Is unfriendly ghosts is bustin through like Scream Part 3
+
+[Junior Reid]
+Them say Digital way
+All the youths, them ah say
+They wants them to live in the Rastaman way
+Now follow Babylon way, long time nah Babylon ah lead them astray
+They want Bobby Digital way, say the pussy and the +Righteous Way+
+Want the Rastaman way, Rastaman never lead you astray
+Righteous way
+Righteous way
+Now lead the youths, them astray
+Tell them to watch and pray
+Just, watch and pray
+Jah will lead the way
+A brighter day
+Youths are the future, oh yeah
+**************************************************
+Do You Hear the Bells?* limited release as the b-side of a Stress Magazine CD insert
+And the European release of the LP
+
+[RZA]
+Yea, What's happening women? What's happening women?
+Yea I got it now, yea yea yea, Yo Bobby Digital, point 'em out
+Point 'em out watch me sort 'em out
+Can you hear the bells?, I hear bells, can you hear the bells?
+We hear the bells, yo the B the O the B the B the Y
+The D the I the G the I the T the A the L
+Can you hear the bells? Digital digital
+Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby
+
+[RZA]
+Yo fucking up the microphone be my hobby
+All you crab motherfuckers out who want to rob me
+You best to slob the knob G
+You could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible
+High producer production
+Suck to the wall like suction cups
+Yea what the fuck is up you duck
+You better slip
+Or get your wrist slit
+Ultimate legit, can't quit when it comes to making hits
+A phat ass track I quickly program it
+For others could see me, its like Smothers brothers
+You get spread on bread like the butter
+Peanut, what, see what, B what, razor blade cut from
+Your neck to your gut
+Have no shackle
+Easy for me to tackle
+Best to watch back cause my razor sharp style
+Grapples MC's
+With the eagle claw clutch
+I'm just to much to touch
+Keep the mike beside me like Starks and Hutch
+Word Up quick to roll a dutch and puff it up
+Blunts everyday in the month
+No need to front
+We cause the blood to gush
+Operation push, it's the Wu!
+You scarecrow, jump off the road
+You best to reload, your gat black
+And get your whole shit back phat
+Don't step to me with that
+We can't have that weak that
+Bob Digital inside your citadel
+Shit is critical, word it's gonna take a miracle
+For MC's fall to the fallacy
+Here's my rhyme policy
+Acknowledge me
+I keep the high quantity plus quality
+Equal make you see the sequel
+Defiant eagles can't match me or royal regal
+Lethal eagle techniques
+Word up when I speak the dialect
+It makes girls' pussys get wet
+While niggas hit the rewind on my casette
+We could make a thousand dollar bet
+Bobby never failed yet
+Bout to strike gold
+Got Big Free on the ones and two
+Break it down for them one time
+
+Chorus:
+Do you hear the bells?
+I hear the bells
+Can you hear the bells?
+Bobby, can you hear the bells?
+I hear the bells!
+Buh-Bobby, Buh-Bobby
+
+[RZA]
+Fucking up the mike be a hobby!
+Crab motherfuckers try to step up to rob me
+Bitch you must be stupid, slob the knob Z
+B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L, Bobby Digital
+Served well keep the phat clientele
+I watch you crab niggas fail
+Try to sail the boat but couldn't stay afloat
+I float on a note like a Staten Island ferry boat
+Keep my rhyme chocolate coat
+Bitch you know when you bite my shit it taste sweet
+Going down your throat
+Point 'em out let me sort em out
+The fattest links we sport 'em out
+Nuts bubbling boosted from extra scouts from Dublin
+I could fuck a dozen birds and watch a dozen hatch
+I bake my cake from scratch
+Keep the cream inside the middle
+Make you dribble
+That's when I scribble on the paper
+To write this script I had to cut down forty acres of trees
+Process the wood to make the notebook sheets
+Blinded from the steel spiral imported from Ohio
+Delivered like the spin whirlwind kick Morio
+Bitch you best to read my bio
+First chapter the back breaker chiropractor technique
+Word up dislocate your shoulder blade joint
+We striking every pressure point
+The high priest solid gold diamond fang teeth
+With the high tech brief around your neck
+I still breach your skin girlfriend
+Let me enter your zone
+Microphones get cast like stone
+Niggas can't never bone how I bone
+Word you soft as a shell
+You ain't worth one skin cell
+Big broiler crack your back and your head like an eggshell
+And Bobby will scramble you
+Bitch you want to make a bet all right we'll gamble too
+Quick to roll see low
+Catch the loop like Niko
+Duck watch out for Roscoe Pico train
+See Sirus with the great dame
+Tryin to infiltrate the game
+Wu-Tang Clan, Wu-Tang Clan
+Special brand name slang
+From the book of the Ichang
+The world changed once Bobby came
+You better go and check your storage
+Wait a minute Goldilocks who the fucks been eating my porridge?
+Somebody been sitting in my chair
+Someone been sleeping in my bed
+It ain't Goldilocks!
+Slope down the ice with bobsleds
+Bobby smoke 'til his eyes get red
+Word up you best to turn your head and don't look
+Inside my rhyme book
+You might get your whole soul took
+I make the world shake, I make the world shake
+Then the whole universe quake and then it shook
+Bobby fishy fishy was caught inside my brook
+Daddy caught him with a hook
+Moma fried him in the pan
+And Bobby ate it like a man
+Wu-Tang Clan special brand
+Get the logo
+Bounce on your head with the pogo stick
+Rock the wild horse with the Polo
+Word up we speaking wild
+Quick flash like a photo
+Yea, yea Dorothy you better go find Toto cause we
+Ain't in Kansas anymore
+It's the killa bee shores, all out war
+Before you go here you best to go there
+And see it clear
+Through your third eye
+With a curb, with the high post up most
+Don't play up close
+Razor blade technique that strikes you
+Overdose MC's quickly, strictly, hip hoply
+You could never stop me, rock me, mock me or pass me
+Cause I'm fast like Kawasaki
+And when you see me coming through
+With the vroom vroom vroom
+That means your bitch ass is doomed
+So give me room
+And stand back and hand that mike back to the man Jack
+Unfair black
+I slam that track on trains like Amtrak
+Go to shaolin isle, that's where my fams at
+What you doing you can't ripple the gripple son
+You get dipped up like Lipton's tea bags
+Or you get spit on like the sea hag
+And I smoke a fat tray bag of equality
+Don't bother me
+You probably never really heard of B-O-B-B-Y
+D-I-G-T-A-L
+Supreme Clientele served well
+Buh-Bobby fucking up microphones is a hobby
+Buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby
+
+Chorus:
+Do you hear the bells?
+I hear the bells
+Can you hear the bells?
+
+[RZA]
+Buh-Bobby, fucking up microphones is my hobby
+You get tossed like cracks locked down inside the lobby
+Sucker motherfucker stepped up and tried to rob me for my Cuban link
+What did he think? What did he think?
+What was he thinking? What the fuck was he drinking?
+Bitch you be blast in the head like Abe Lincoln
+Have you whole body shrinking
+Did you believe the killa bees always swarming
+Alarming, calming sound that makes MC's feel how I feel
+You best to chill bitch and eat a booger
+Word up or get cut up by the juga
+Razor blade sharp RZA
+Word shame on a nza
+Who try to run game on a nza
+You get broken down like a puzzle with to many equal prisms
+Positions, oppositions
+Here's the transmissions
+Word up I raid the phat sample without the glitching
+Why you bitchin'? Why you bitchin'?
+Buggin out cause my style it keeps switchin', it keeps switchin'
+Oh shit I'm itchin', I'm itchin' for a scrap can't catch that
+Who could be the match?
+Who wanna match palms?
+I remain calm
+Like the 18 bronze man
+Come to the shaolin chamber of danger feel the anger
+The mad stranger
+Wu-Tang Clan keep a finger
+Tucked inside the back pocket
+Blast like a rocket
+Word up knock your eyes out the socket
+Here's my new topic
+I don't give a fuck if you had a whole neck full of garlic
+Around you my fangs will puncture your jugular veins
+And you'll be in deep, deep, deep, deep pain
+Why oh why oh why do they try?
+To B-O-B-B-Y D-I-G-I-T-A-L
+Bobby Digital fucking up mikes a be my hobby
+Point 'em out, puh-point 'em out
+
+RZA: Yo this just a little freestyle for ya'll niggas
+Word up, type shit
+You could smoke a blunt to this
+You could smoke a blunt to this
+You could smoke a blunt to this
+You could smoke a blunt to this
+Word up the main main main main main main main main
+Main superhero
+Word up superhero type shit, my niggas
+Can you hear the bells?
+**************************************************
+Money Don’t Own Me[Hook: Tru James]
+My woman, and my money, don't own me...
+I've got to, keep holding, my own
+
+[RZA]
+Heaven, heaven...
+The dangerous dynamite dosage, mind full of explosives
+Digital brain is the closest to Moses
+Civilizing came, the flame inside the hoister
+Revitalize the game, the names on the poster
+The mask with no cape, the flash'll crush grapes
+The dancer on the lap, the ass wit no face
+It's shaped like an ace, say your grace before you taste it
+Haste makes waste, slow down or you ain't wait
+The bunny in the car look like an Indian squall
+The honey's in the jar, the money's in the bra
+It's funny hahaha, how dummies, hahaha
+Think cuz we call 'em sunny, they can be a star
+I implement the instrument, disintegrate the 10 percent
+You entered the square, but you don't know where the circle went
+You ain't worth the cent, you cursed, I Birthed the Prince
+Drenched the baby from creators that the nurses sent
+You can't still convent, don't have seven cents
+Grave the raven, my birds are heaven sent
+Where the brethren went? where the Reverend went?
+I told you these words are heaven sent
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Monk]
+It's time to show you how them rugged MC's rock
+If that's steel you see, it's that steel I pop
+If that Benz I walk, it's that Benz I cop
+Who rock them white tees first, get a West Cost props
+Can't nobody it better than, the West Coast veteran
+Three six letterman, Monk's the name
+Black Knights the gang, I'll ignite the flames
+Strike my hood up on the wall, and cross out your name
+With a K on the end of it, that won't be the end of it
+Til them guns is drawn, and you standing on the end of it
+Poof be gone, I'mma write that wrong
+I'm the shit all by myself, nobody writes my song
+Peep my technique, strictly gangsta classics
+Gun talk, nigga, muthafuck theatrics
+My flow is matchless, ain't no way you can surpass this
+Level I'm on, better go home, and try to practice
+
+[Christbearer]
+Why yes, am I next to impress
+D-T-S, bless the best, no cess
+Stress, from guess to gold press
+The quest to protest, we head the Pro Keds
+But this is the new improved shit
+'08 from the AMG, '92, bitch
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+The Drop Off[Intro: Daddy-O (RZA)]
+Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby
+What up, what up? I can't really hear you
+Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten
+Make sure he drops them shits off
+I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred
+(What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh)
+Yo make the drop off, don't forget man!
+
+[ShaCronz]
+I got niggas on the block, block
+Niggas with them gats, gats
+Niggas on the strip, strip
+Pumpin' them packs, packs
+To my workers that stays sharp like razors
+Play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper
+My niggas got that Dutch, Dutch
+Niggas got that black, black
+Niggas got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap
+My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
+Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
+Everything you seen, we lived it
+Nigga front then we get at duke
+Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
+Cut you like a cantelope
+Like Iverson the truth and the answer
+I'm the poison and the antidote
+Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't sex raw
+We play the corners like the castles on a chess board
+Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy
+Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for
+
+[Hook: Freemurder]
+Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
+No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-R-E
+And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby
+Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
+No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi
+Or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby
+
+[Interlude: girl (RZA)]
+*moaning*
+Bobby stop!
+Bobby *sirens* the cops is comin
+*moans*
+(That shit is tight girl)
+*cops: "hey you!"
+*moans*
+(Fuck that mothafucka, you know how I do)
+*sirens*
+*moans*
+*car speeding off*
+
+[RZA]
+Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite
+Direction of the cop inside the chopper
+I got the tall Grey Goose vodka
+This bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
+Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
+Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her cunt *girl moans*
+Ninety miles per hour I'm like "Fuck these punks!"
+It's the land of the free son, you only live once
+You a smart motherfucker or stupid dunce?
+Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer
+Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers
+Now I'm sniffin' my hand, I'm shiftin' the plan
+Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can
+Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
+Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
+I got many whips, many clips, many chicks
+And my dick's been sucked by many lips
+Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks
+And left the God with plenty chips
+
+[Girl]
+He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
+And his dick's been sucked by many lips
+Many tips, on many vicks, many sticks
+And left the bar with plenty chips
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Who’s the ChampionIntro: RZA and Ghostface, Raekwon () and somebody []
+
+Word. Man fuck that nigga
+Fuck that crab, ass, bitch [Who the live niggas youknowhatI'msayin?]
+[You niggas know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
+[Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son)
+Niggas tried to front on my little sister (Put down the gun)
+[YouknowhatI'msayin we represent youknowhatI'msayin?]
+[YouknowhatI'msayin? Big Tony Rhome, peace to my man Tony Rhome]
+They tried to, tried to front on this (Put down the gun son)
+[RZA respect youknowhatI'msayin? We keep it real]
+Yeah, check it out y'all (put down the, put down the gun son)
+[Put your guns down, throw your hands up]
+It's on like that y'all word up, Iron Man comes back
+[Represent, you niggas gotta shoot joints]
+Yo check it
+
+Verse One: RZA
+
+Put away your heaters, throw up your dick beaters
+Accurate blows to his nose shut his eyes closed to a centimeter
+Bitches on the fences wonderin what the fuck the suspense is
+I land heavy uppercuts in the corner of the park fences
+Knocked his mouthpiece front teeth got locked inside my knuckle
+He grabbed the belt buckle, attempt to catch me with a couple
+Of low blows to the nuts, on ringside was as a giant du-els
+Send your Barb for this fuckin jew On a Wire
+He couldn't chessbox that's when he reached for his ahhs
+Brother chopped me on the top of my knot, but he got stopped
+When a twelve ounce bottle of Bartyle and James had him startled
+A bitch threw it caught him in his head, at full throttle
+He fell, the glass crashed, he wasn't saved by the bell
+That was his ass black
+So when it comes to physical combat
+We can take it hand to hand or go beyond that
+Do you want my gat to make the contact?
+Retirin cats who lack the heart to fire back?
+[We take all crabs overboard]
+
+Chorus: Raekwon
+
+Put down the gun son, son matter of fact, shoot the one on one
+Hold it down, make sure the head, sure nuff don't hit the ground
+Lampin on the handball courts, or the square, we can take it there
+Settle it son, who the champion?
+
+[It's like that, niggas want to front, one more time?
+I'mma show you like this. One on each side
+This is it word up. We gonna lay you back
+We gonna rest your back, you won't know how to act
+When it come to bigger, showin and provin
+Niggas styles is wack] Who the champion? Settle it son
+
+Verse Two: Ghostface Killer
+
+Yo!
+I had to run up on this King I Divine, for his shines
+He saw the stash and caught my mailbox for eighty dimes
+He saw me stashin, like a pipe-link for mega fiends
+I held it down like the finger fly miraculous King
+Peep through the heavy small get the camoflouge
+Starks master in charge, pushin through every building, sippin egg nog
+Niggas know my status God body carry big batters
+Fiends know me for my blue bags, besides smackin crabs
+And earnin mine, this bitch Sha cat, gotta get his back bent
+What the hell just made him fuck with my intelligent?
+Back to pollyin', I heard some noise we pack a two twelve
+There go Lord Shamel, faggot made a sale
+He's sellin my shit, I should slap fire out his ass
+Snap his bones in half and watch the stock market crash
+I walked up on him, he had the nerve to say Peace God
+Ain't nuttin Peace God, you stole it now we out in the streets
+Take your shit off, nigga you soft, back up off
+You's a shady nigga, I'm a sever fig you with a gloss
+I snuffed him, threw a crazy left and I cuffed him
+Allah don't like ugly so I held back from bustin him
+I passed the burn off, he caught me from the blind side
+Tapped a nigga jaw, I shot my fifty-two style, and crazy raw
+I had my ice on, tapped a few times, he started leakin
+The King with the deadarm, Shamel fell to his knees and
+He started wheezin, losin his breath from smokin trees and
+I'm still breathin, bleedin because it's frontin season
+Now I got that project belt, international/national
+Worldwide, I let Shamel slide
+
+Chorus
+**************************************************
+Project Talk[RZA/Bobby Digital, (Beretta 9)]
+Yo, what up, dunn, (yo, yo, yo)
+Aiyyo, peace, yo, what up, dunn
+(word, just watching the studio
+Got all the word on the street)
+What you was outside yesterday
+(for a minute went to the store, you know)
+Caught them cats at store
+Some bugged out shit was going on last night
+Fucking with them niggas off the av. and shit
+You know (word) niggas be bugging out there
+(yo, what's the word on the street)
+Yo, fuck that, yo
+
+I heard cops raided the weed spot in 4D
+Then bagged these two dreads and that 85 kid Corey
+You know who I mean, he moved from Shaolin to Queens
+Fronting like he was down with the Escobar team
+(I heard T.T. got shot in the ass over some wiz
+And pooky caught two to the chest but, yo, he lived)
+And plus little dude with Lar, they got busted
+(I told them niggas, don't be slinging while they dusted)
+Yo, you seen my little cousin Shawn and his man Ross?
+(yea, shawn broke his arm on the basketball court)
+Word, his sister Bebe got got off form welfare
+And those two nappy head kids got sent back to child care
+Bathis, he got slapped by maljin
+Acting like he had ah armor tank in his crib
+(yea, that faggot ass nigga caught that beef from his rib)
+It's the projects, dunn, you got one life to live
+(Murder, he caught two for a triple homicide)
+Mental rhyme disorder shit but never testified
+Hold on, god, chill, my other line
+(make it fast, kid, don't have me on hold for a long time
+It's twenty cents a call and I only got a dime
+It's hot on the block and I'm surrounded by crime)
+Yo, aiyyo, shit, yo, check the drama, that was my little nigga hama
+He said he just got some power-u from your niece tanya
+**************************************************
+Sexcapades(Rakeem)
+Yo, this is sexcapades, the sexcapades
+
+[Hook]
+Baggin ladies, drive 'em crazy
+That's my everyday routine
+I don't bug on this, we be lovin it
+They be singin "Oh we love Rakeem!"
+And as I get them, I just hit them
+With the center of my love
+And once they're afflicted, they're addicted (why G?)
+Cause they're on you like a drug
+
+[Verse One]
+So let me speak, on a goal I seek
+How many freaks can I bag in the course of a week
+Yo get this they strip with the quickness
+Cause they can't resist the Ra style of slickness
+Once activated, right, they become captivated
+Sexually infatuated (by who?)
+By the slick majestic kid wit the braids
+What is this? And this is sexcapades
+Episode one - I'm down at a store
+Saw a young girl that I wanted to explore
+I said "Peace, yo my name is Rakeem"
+She replied "Hi, my name is Charlene
+But all my friends, they call me Cha Cha"
+I said "Word, now you can call me Ra Ra"
+She said "Why, are ya rowdy?"
+I said "Nah-hah that's not my style see
+When brothers wanna shoot and have gang fights
+I like to lounge and get pootang all night"
+That was the end of the convo
+Next thing you know, we're back at her condo
+She had a grill like an actress, catch this
+Jacuzzi and vibrating mattress
+Now the Ra was on a mission
+To do the Humpty Hump in a vertical postion
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Verse Two]
+Aiyyo, yo, yo
+Let's get on with the episode
+Scene two, I'm walking down Clove road
+A day, a gloomy day
+The plants cold scrubbin for light because the sky was gray
+But I was lookin dope if I may say so (you may say so)
+Cause my gear was in there like Prego
+And as I walked I saw up ahead of me
+A girl, top choice breed like a pedigree
+Now now now now, I didn't wanna past yet
+I stayed behind so I could sweat her assets
+She had credentials, influential body potential
+Somethin I would love to slide into
+So, without a moment to waste
+I slid over like I was slidin to home base
+Yes I was successful, usin my special
+Wu-Tang slang, that captured her brain
+Next step, was sex yep
+Not to disrespect, but I must protect my rep (you got to)
+And at the crib I told her to entice me
+She played Michel'le and said that she was NICETY
+I said "Yo listen baby check it; it's one or the other
+Liar, lover, fronter or fucker?
+And guess which choice she chose
+The one that had her lyin in my bed with no clothes
+And the Ra was all on her
+Cause you can save that NICETY shit for ya mama
+DMD dicks 'em down
+And skips town like Casanova Brown
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Outro]
+Yeah and this is sexcapades, the sexcapades
+The sex the sex the sexcapades
+The sexcapades
+Yo what time is it kid?
+Yo It's time to get laid
+And this is sexcapades (Word)
+Yo what time is it kid?
+Yo It's time to get laid
+And this is sexcapades
+There was a Ra, there was a -Keem
+There's a A there's a Lah
+Strikes again never hitting below the belt
+'91 gettin things done
+Word DMD type thang and I say
+Power Equality Allah Cees Equality
+And that means P.E.A.C.E
+**************************************************
+Cherry Range[Intro: RZA]
+Yeah, yo, what up yo?
+Yeah, yeah, what up?
+Nothin', man, hold on
+Someone beepin' on my other line and shit
+Nigga, I've seen everything I wanted to see
+Come on son, yo, in my Range Rover runnin' out this muthafucka and shit
+I be there in ninety minutes, aight, I make a stop
+Aight, peace, one-one
+
+[RZA]
+I'm up in the Cherry Range, drivin' fast through heavy rains
+My mind's on everything, my Wiz, my seed, the five pounds of weed
+My dog got bagged with tryin' to sling in D.C
+My cell phone rings off the hook: "brrring!"
+"Kinetic 9: Yo, what's the word, king?"
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Duckin' lights, b.s. and problems, pushin' through Holland Tunnel
+Tryin' to avoid getting caught up in the funnel
+'Cuz in the jungle, sometimes you gotta rumble
+With the, the Beez...
+
+[RZA]
+... That's why we study degrees
+And keep our third eye open for c-cypher punks
+Will bag you for a blunt and lock you up for a month
+You've seen Bird? You had beef with that chump
+And I heard he came home from a two-year slump
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Yeah, I heard, I got the pump in the trunk
+And when I see that crab, I'm a dump in his lump
+'Cuz niggas ain't shit but welfare cheese
+
+[RZA]
+With their food stamp bitches and their coupon seeds
+
+[Beretta 9]
+Frontin' with their platinum like they're O's and G's
+
+[RZA]
+When faced with the gat, niggas pose and freeze
+And melt like snow on my windshield, that windmills
+In my mind spin, they give skin chills
+Yo, son, we gotta make them deals
+For ten mill's so we can pay them bills, yo
+
+[Hook: RZA & Beretta 9]
+You wanna eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
+Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
+Say what we wanna say, play how we wanna play
+Teach what we wanna teach, do what we gotta do
+Eat how we wanna eat, live how we wanna live
+Be what we wanna be, give what we wanna give
+Say what we wanna say, play what we wanna play
+Teach what we gotta teach, lay where we wanna lay
+Do what we gotta do, eat how we wanna eat
+Live how we gotta live, be what we wanna be
+Give what we gotta give, say what we wanna say
+Play anywhere we play, teach where we gotta reach
+Do what we gotta do, lay where we wanna lay
+Stay where we wanna stay, pay who we wanna pay
+And get our record played, on the radio
+Airwaves, without havin' to pay the fuckin' D.J.!
+
+[Hook 2X: Xavier Naidoo]
+Say what you wanna say, do what you wanna do
+Eat how you wanna eat, be what you wanna be
+Live how you wanna live, give what you wanna give
+Play where you wanna play, stay where you wanna stay
+**************************************************
+BET Rapcity Freestyle[Intro: Big Tigger & RZA]
+Yeah
+Rap City Tha Bassment
+(smack that, we gonna smack that...)
+Rza!
+
+[Verse 1: Big Tigger]
+Big Tigger putting it down with common sense
+His new album called "Birth of a Prince"
+You gon' cop that, it's in the stores black
+And don't act whack, or you'll get clapped back
+It's Big Tigger and my man Rza-Resurrector
+Putting it down, I'll be like the freestyle perfecter
+Got my girl T-Losting from Boston
+But we all Yankee fans and of course n'...
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+It's the Resurrector, yo I'm sipping off the golden nectar
+I may chew you down like Hannibal Lecter
+So respect to the Inspectah Deck'star
+You know my check'sta, I'm microphone check
+Might just wet you
+I blink cataracts from 40 feet back
+And I make rap beats over 43 tracks, yo
+Who wear fleece, in a Gucci linen
+I get drunk with the cops, I'm boning police women
+
+[Verse 3: Big Tigger]
+Yeah, you how me and my crew bang
+We do things like Wu-Tang, so what'cha you wanna do
+How you want it? - we gonna give it to you raw
+And you can check us everyday, right here, live at 4
+But tomorrow, no, you won't see me
+Cause we airing the BET awards live at 3
+Holla back now, it's Big Tig' doing it
+With the freestyle, so come back now
+
+[Verse 4: RZA]
+It's Black Entertainment, yesterday I made my arrangement
+And the judge: "you know I can't budge, because I'm thick like fudge"
+The black ghetto Prince, leave no metal prints
+I may push through your hood on a back of an elephant
+Police escort, gat in my Jansport knapsack
+Plus and I just left court
+And I was late for my court date
+Cause I was up all night boning strawberry shortcake
+
+[Verse 5: Big Tigger]
+Yes, we're keeping it critical
+It's Big Tigger with my man the Rza AKA Bobby Digital
+It's going down right now, putting it down for all Shaolin
+And my peoples up town
+My girl T-losting repping Boston, I said that before
+But yes I'm still flossing
+Rza come on, and shut it down
+I'ma turn it to you over right now
+
+[Verse 6: RZA]
+Yo check I'm not senile, meanwhile it's back to the freestyle
+You wanna get burnt, you get turned, like the turn-style
+I'm not a burnt child, I gotta firm smile
+I gotta glow makes the halls be like yo
+Washers on the Wheels of Steel, Bobby Digital
+Used to called Bobby Steels, Park Hill, Shaolin Island
+BET - Black Entertainment TV, where you could see me:
+Little past 3
+For some it's channel 48 for some it's channel 24
+I don't know it's up to you, whatever territory you're from
+Just knock on the door, Wu killer bees son
+Yo we're bringing it raw - you know how we do
+
+[Big Tigger shouting]
+Album in stores
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+Album in stores it's "The Birth of a Prince"
+And there been no man born like this since 2000 BC
+Y'all better be happy to see me, I'm like Christ
+I'm like Godzilla coming over mountain Fiji
+Ohh it's your boo, what's up mommy, hey I'm happy to be in TV
+I'm just zoning out
+**************************************************
+Only the Rugged Survive[Intro: RZA]
+Hahahahaha, Steels...
+You bout to catch this vick
+Yo, you bout to catch this vick
+
+[RZA]
+Old sad ballads and gun permits was invalid
+Raspberry vinegar, red dripped in spinach salad
+Sippin' bitches, Cabanet grape, steaming halibat steak
+Gold plate is stainless, four forks scrape the single plate
+Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky
+For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer
+Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt piff
+Now we lifty, MC dread head, split up and smoke swiftly
+Then if we empty the safe we can all catch fifty
+Vanna piece put eighty five in jewelry
+Two sixty in deep, a half a gallon Digi
+When dog mentioned hingie, then when they tempted me
+All up a nine milli', I brought my wild cousin Billy
+This fucking Wu hater, from off of Decatur
+Bout to get smacked silly, Kinetic was like
+Yo, Bobby, don't act illy, let me handle this shit
+We rolled the candle sick spliff, we hopped inside the whip
+And through the gear on shift, about to catch this vick
+
+[Chorus 2X: RZA]
+It's the season of the vick, bitch, you getting hit up
+With so much weight, so much lead, you won't be able to get up
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, kick in the door, spit a lungie at him, son, tried to bungie
+Grab 'em, through 'em on the floor, smacked 'em, my dudes bout to stab 'em
+Bitch was in the bathroom, screaming, hot bubble batch, steaming
+You can tell from her face, she just finished swallowing semen
+Shut the fuck up, open the safe up, no time to waste up
+Heard you been hating on Wu-Tang, we should burn your fucking place up
+He was like 'Yo, Bobby Steels, chill, for real, please spare me'
+Billy put the gun to his face like 'Bobby, go 'head, try to dare me'
+I was like 'Nah, son, chill, ain't necessary'
+His bird was in the backround, still singing like a canary
+Told 'em, open up the safe or prepare for the mortiuary
+When the gun starts to click, and we spit, that crazy scary
+Open it up, it was filled with drugs and jewelry and cash
+And me, oh, I simply grabbed the Digi
+Tied 'em up and gagged up, duct tape and paper bagged him
+Him and his bitch, in the whip, yup, we back in the magnum
+Return to the dread spread, gave him his cut of the bread
+Rumor has it, Billy duffed them other cuts with dead
+
+[Chorus 4X]
+**************************************************
+PeaceThe word comes from Islam and is meant to be a universal greeting. It's the only word I use to begin and end each communication with my fellow man. "Peace"--it's the prevention of conflict. "Peace"--it establishes both parties on a ground of mutual respect no matter who they are. "Peace"--it's universal. If an alien jumps in front of your ass, comes at you like "BLAAH!"--you can still say "Peace." He may even understand you.
+     Peace. The whole energy of the word itself is good.
+     Peace.
+     But as they say, come in peace, but prepare for war.
+**************************************************
+Fools[Intro: RZA]
+And I told him, "Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me."
+Yo, yo..
+{​​*singing*}​​ Everybody, everybody, everybody
+Everybody..
+Yo, come on..
+
+[Hook: RZA {​​*singing*}​​]:
+Everybody plays a fool, sometimes
+There's no exceptions to the rules
+Get your nines
+
+[RZA]
+Digi Digi, Shaolin Shaolin..
+But in Brownsville..
+Check it out..
+
+Niggas was psyched out, Beretta brought the dirt bike out
+Everlast just came home, it was his first night out
+He was arguin' with these bitches how they don't mind their business
+When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit
+He was snuffed, black, his little cousin Moe stuck Cap
+That's Miss Sommers on the bike with the gat like, "Fuck that"
+But finessin' over here, he could've wished he had ten more years
+Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air
+Everlast, ego went full blast, didn't splash it
+He'd act like his head was too big for the casket
+I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wild
+You ain't been in these projects in a while
+Runnin' 'round with that old school style"
+Don't think these young bucks won't lay you down like tile
+A hard head makes a soft ass, these New York lads
+Chopped faces, you talk fast - they bust off fast
+And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood
+Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin' Hollywood?
+
+[Killa Sin]
+Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy Cali, clap when he 'ttack
+Most get astounded by sorrounded sound effects in the back
+Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' buldge in his jacket
+Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats
+He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed, then flashed me his Mac
+Said, "I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track"
+So strap this, nah, this bar's a bullet, par pull it
+In fact, blast me bastard, I done came to far for this
+
+[Solomon Childs]
+Boulevard life, remember late nights?
+Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids
+Cats sacky in Comstack, retire from the crack
+I'm askin' Allah that the warm Hennessy help me
+I ain't chose the struggle, the struggle chose me
+Lord forgive me for I have stolen from my brothers
+Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers
+Familiar fishscale, everybody plays the fool
+The Older Gods givin' me jewels
+The younger Gods givin' me tools
+Solomon Allah, I feel I was jerked
+To the drug dealers, my baby mother's a flirt
+Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don't hurt?
+That's my problem now, I ain't afraid to talk
+Still cop coke from the well Willy
+When I was young I got robbed from the neighborhood bully
+'Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli'
+Now him and his click know that I'm a thug fully
+
+[Hook x2: Solomon Childs]
+**************************************************
+Love Is Digi Pt. II[Hook: Thea]
+Your love so Digi, ahh
+You make me dizzy, ahh
+Your love so Digi, ahh
+Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
+
+[RZA]
+Heart pounding, chart bounded
+God astounded, well rounded
+Lost and founded, stay surrounded
+By these hoes, who can't count it
+
+Park the whip, then dismount it
+Forty ounce, yeah, I down 'em
+Shorties drowns in pools of love
+With these ounces, I be lounging
+
+Roof thugs
+Chew on slugs
+Maneuver through
+Hoods and clubs
+
+Purple kush, by the bush
+Dick is curved like Nike swoosh
+Push, push, in this bush
+Guaranteed to make her shush
+
+Red bone, head on tilt
+Six hundred cell phone bill
+Big trucks, shell toe wheels
+Velcro's loose, hell hold feels
+
+Sell no pills, sell no deals
+Niggas' styles, just no frills
+You best to chill
+Nigga, Nigga, yea, you best to chill
+
+[Beretta 9]
+
+Women I love 'em, leave 'em
+Lust 'em, but I don't trust 'em
+The reason most men be bugging
+My lovin' Digi, you heard me?
+
+Might finger fuck 'em
+They suck me off in return
+Women I love 'em
+They love me back in return
+
+I'm just a young man
+Head smart, cock strong
+Got my swag' on
+Throw a mean dart, fuck it, we on
+
+And got this fly talk
+I kick that ass to the curb
+You on the sidewalk
+You gon' respect the dons words
+
+[Hook]
+
+[Crisis]
+Hypnotized by her hips and thighs
+Beasting on the bitch, I ain't gon' lie
+The H-E-Double N-E, Double S-Y
+Got me in the vibe, her ass is super sized
+
+I can see the future up in her eyes
+We'll be dumb high, keep her occupied
+Til the son rise, I beat it up right
+Then she can't deny, she heard the roosters cry
+
+Break her ass down with some crucial lines
+Nasty darts known to seduce the mind
+She all up in my world, she ain't even my girl
+But she knowing my world produce dollar signs
+
+Whispered in my ear, she'll swallow mine
+Like she don't do this freaky type of shit all the time
+Like she was the one, or her head was that bum
+I be dumb, sprung and just call her mine
+
+[Hook]
+**************************************************
+Terrorist (Japanese Version)[Intro: P.R. Terrorist, (RZA), {Killa Sin}]
+Bobby (uh-huh, huh-huh), Now Y
+Bobby, (duh-duh-duh), Killarm, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
+(Word up, Digital, Digital)
+Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, Digital, come and get ahold of it
+(ya gotta keep niggas...tuned into the zone)
+To the tune of the black knights, yo
+{Straight to the horn, Killarm, Killarm}
+
+[P.R. Terrorist]
+Contemplate on how to run this shit
+Universally, forever blunted
+Reflect shots off my forcefield, this shit will split your nugget
+Thoughts too rugged, extortioning CREAM from off the budget
+Refugees, all the Terrorist fans, they fuckin love it
+Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is minimum
+Niggas, they tryin to dub it, yo
+It's the hottest shit on the streets
+Since summer '86, my prefix is like a remix
+Throwing bricks, try and dub this shit, it's accurate
+Come for your head, it's immaculate
+Conception, when my weapon's busting
+Shots, niggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood
+
+[Doc Doom]
+Yo, switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows
+Buck niggas like wild rhinos
+Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow
+Your style staggers like a drunken whino
+That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight
+That's like tryin to walk a tight rope
+Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows
+Buck niggas like wild rhinos
+Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow
+Your style staggers like a drunken whino
+That's why there's no hope to defeat a black knight
+That's like tryin to walk a tight rope
+With no feet, mercenary team, streets of concrete
+Sasquatch, dump a nigga ass, so why try the
+Invinsible, Dr. destructor
+My lyrics bring war like Lebanon
+Our troup's a Desert Storm, it be on son
+Compton is the city where I come from
+Act dumb if you want to, and catch a hot one
+It's that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight
+Don't give a fuck cause every night is our night
+
+[Killa Sin]
+These rap icons, smash, spit fire out of cons
+Fuck bigons, rely on islam in my python
+Squeeze off, long fist, when I'm pissed
+Result of this, gun powder cover my wrist
+Blasphemous, how these fake fucks cursing my name
+Knowing damn well, I'm hurting the same
+What part of the game you playing? Kid, I'm sayin'
+Yo, three months ago you was on, falling short now
+Chasing the Don, your money ain't long
+Faggot fucks, bag 'em up, stick 'em in the back of my truck
+Strip 'em and smack 'em up for acting up
+He slithering, hit him in the ribs again
+Broke the code of honor that we living in
+Could lead to the whole click dismemberin'
+Never that, Killarm roll strong
+Even though you gone, Wise, the crew will still hold on
+I love you, in that dream you probably told me who busted you
+Should have paid attention but I slept
+So for that I gotta dust two devils off
+Headed off, all that, fucking blow trial style
+Law and Order cat gotta Serve Justice, what
+Fuck this shit, (Serve Justice)
+Grab ya muskett and bust quick, word up
+
+[Warcloud]
+Let me touch this, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo..
+
+{*this part is cut off on the US version*}
+
+Thieves gather under red moonlight when doom strikes
+Leaving maroon sights in saloon fights and wound lives
+My harpoon's flight can't be recorded by human retinas
+Bite me and you'll catch more shots to the stomach then tetanus
+I'm foaming at the mouth when I talk, King Holocaust with a crooked walk
+Whoever looking soft is getting tooken off, shook and lost, cracked in half
+I take...ugh.. {*laughs*}
+
+[P.R. Terrorist]
+I take, I take all fake snakes, grab 'em, by they heads, grab 'em
+While they slither through the grass I'm in
+I grab em up, squeeze them till they eyeballs POP!
+Terrorist SHIT! When is that shit gonna stop?
+
+[Outro: Killa Sin]
+Never.. word up dunn
+Stuck the heater up under the leather, hand sever
+Fuck that shit, yo we come to..
+**************************************************
+We Pop (Remix)[Intro: RZA (King Tech)]
+Yo, yo, P. Diddy might run this city
+But I walk down the block, flash my -- (Yo RZA, hold up, hold up)
+Yo what's up son? (Yo, we gotta remix this joint)
+Yo, come on then (Yo, 40, it's on you)
+
+[E-40]
+I gotta tell you, we ain't next to nice, made you nice
+Don't get your head cracked, don't get your tomato diced
+I'm the coldest M.C. in the game
+And I shouldn't have to say it, you squares know my name
+Pimped with all the slang in the game, that they recite
+Every time I open mouth, these suckas bite
+I bust like a Dutch Master, blast you if a have to
+Somebody call the pastor
+
+[Crooked I]
+We got realest long beats
+Flows stop, make the beat go ---
+I'm in the Coup with the seats low
+Even on the East Coast, I gotta keep my heat close
+We leaving holes in your cheap clothes
+My only job is to stop imposters, watch the mobster
+Cop the Boxster, drop the top and squat
+Switchin' through lanes, this is the group thing
+Cause this is Wu-Tang and Horseshoe Gang, what up?
+
+[Chorus 2X: Ol' Dirty Bastard (Lady Platinum) {E-40}]
+We pop, we brawl, get money till the day we fall {please believe it}
+(We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall) {please believe it}
+
+[Method Man]
+Yo, I Bonecrush' ya, like I ain't 'never scared' brother
+That baby mother's like baby powder and there another
+M.C. does this cutter, when I cut, I split jugglers
+When my teeth get yellow, I spit butter
+By now you know my name, man, who hold the belt, now
+Plus who hold his self down, all with the same hand
+Now what's the game plan, let money change hand
+I'm still champ, and white boys still can't hang
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, P. Diddy, might run this city
+But I walk down the block, flash my Glock on the jiggies
+An ounce of chronic, crushed up in the ziplock
+Outside the club, is packed up to the gridlock
+Dime piece wizes, high heels and the flip flops
+Real players pop with those cringy wrist watch
+Big bouncers the size of Sasquatch
+Tuck riff with the rim that'll make your eyes pop
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Jayo Felony]
+Do I have to assassinate them?
+Man, I leave 'em with no ultimatum
+I ain't hate 'em, I ain't make 'em make mistakes
+But I'mma break 'em, the cops, could I shake 'em
+Or will they catch me and charge me
+On the streets I put something in ya, that'll send you to God
+Meet my man, we don't have to roll, candy when we ride
+She love it, when I give her, pull her panties to the side
+Bullet loco, you might catch me breaking and entering
+Mama, I had to jump bail right before the sentencing
+
+[W.C.]
+Get it up in 'em, cool, that strip and claimin' the set
+And quick to Sway the Tech, ya'll straight bang and connect
+It's the dog, ya'll get it off, on your backpack and blue marker
+Chronic smoke cougher, I don't shoot walker
+Dub Sizzle on the remix, the last to speak
+Now it's all coming together like sweaty gas leaks
+Fo' sure, a nigga will say, 'yo, it's Dub C'
+40, Crooked I, RZA, Method Man and Jayo
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+O Day[Intro: RZA]
+Hip hop is all about having fun, yo, yo
+
+[RZA]
+Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me
+Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me
+I got the rock stone from David's slingshot
+Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got?
+
+Watch for the cops, third eye like the Cyclops
+Red from the chronic, don't need no eye drops
+Slinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's
+Fiends in line like I, Robot
+
+Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots
+Tell my uncle that I know what he know not
+Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like rabid coyotes
+Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote
+
+In an all black Toyota
+W's on the grill, steering wheel and the motor
+Out to get dinero, til I'm paid like Bob DeNiro
+With seven prime numbers that's followed by God zero's
+
+MC epitome
+But these ducka sucka muthafuckas trying to get rid of me
+But if you decipher my lyrics, truthfully and not critically
+You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically
+
+Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially
+Speak the truth, and tell you how it's supposed to be
+Zig Zag Zilla cane, wisdom could heal a man?
+Rewind that shit
+
+Sword still swing like Kenobi, ya'll cowards know me
+Wit the strength of Samson, you still couldn't hold me
+I got the rock stone from David's slingshot
+Who could master the wisdom to which Rakeem got?
+
+Watch for the cops, my third eye like the Cyclops
+Red from the chronic, I don't need no eye drops
+Slinging white tops on the block til 4 o'clock, then hit IHOP's
+Fiends in line like I, Robots
+
+Take a hit, and transform like the GoBots
+Tell my uncle that I know what he know not
+Bank like Agent Cody, on the hunt like rabid coyotes
+Wild like forty Mexicans sippin' on peyote
+
+In an all black Toyota
+W's on the grill, wheel and motor
+Headed to North Dakota
+With the cocaine, plus the baking soda
+
+MC epitome
+But these savages trying to get rid of me
+If you decipher my words, truthfully not critically
+You'll see I influence the world mentally as well as physically
+
+Emotionally, promotionaly, devotionally, socially
+Nigga, I tell you how it's supposed to be
+Zig Zag Zilla cane
+Wisdom could heal a man
+
+Ya'll cowards know me
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+D for Digital
+I - Irresistible
+G be Graphical
+I - Immeasurable
+T come Technical
+A - Analytical
+L be that Lyrical
+
+Who? Bobby Digital
+
+D for Digital
+I - Irresistible
+G be Graphical
+I - Incredible
+T for Technical
+A - Analytical
+L for Lyrical
+
+Who? Bobby Digital
+
+[Outro: RZA (Prodigal Sunn)]
+(Yeah, we gon' take it back RZA)
+Who the fuck stepped on the wire?
+You stupid mutha - BRRR
+Hahahahaha, so you thought you was going to escape, didn't you?
+You thought you could escape?
+Aiyo, let the wolves in, aiyo, son
+Aiyo, G, yo, let the wolves in
+All the niggas in the back
+All the wolves in the back, come up front
+We gon' get savage real quick
+Fuck that, aiyo, hold on, hold on, hold on, nigga
+Man, get the fuck off my feet, man
+Fuck off nigga, I'm trying to do my shit
+Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho, Happy New Year, nigga
+Merry Christmas, it's July, hahahahah
+So the mad scientist continued to drink the Digital Elixir
+Fighting with the good and evil inside himself
+Trying to be Bobby, trying to be RZA
+Trying to be one, trying to be real
+Trying to be unreal, trying to be super real, nigga
+Rest in peace to the ODB, greatest MC of all time, greatest performer
+One of the greatest performers of all times
+Aiyo, O, yo, O, happy birthday, nigga, hahahahaha
+**************************************************
+Up Again[Intro: Talani Rabb (Rakeem Diggs) {RZA}]
+B.. (B..) O.. (O..) B.. (B..) B.. (B..) Y.. (Y..)
+D.. (D..) I.. (I..) G.. (G..) I.. (I..)
+T.. (T..) A.. (A..) L.. (L..) Bobby Digital (Bobby Digital)
+{Alright.. great job...}
+
+[RZA]
+Dear momma, no need for the head drama
+I quit slinging that yac', don't need the feds on us
+I made a mil' off the deal, legit
+After I pay the tax, I'mma buy us a crib
+In the winter, I'mma buy us a whip
+So we can take long trips, just me and the kids
+I'm up again, I never let you down
+Nothings ever gonna stop me now
+I'm up from the gwop, don't gotta hide from the cops
+Plus homey's got a spot, they can stay off the block
+They can drop a few tracks, or spar a few minds
+The God home from the pen, he left the yard behind
+Got a brand new sampler, take the breaks and I loop it
+Got a license for the gat, in case the public is stupid
+Plus, I ain't afraid to shoot it
+A man with the family, is firmly rooted
+
+[Interlude: Talani Rabb]
+We on top right now, we living
+Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us
+We killing, look at this, yo, just sweet in here
+We did it, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more
+We on top right now, we living
+Ain't nobody saying it, can't nobody fade us
+I always know you was gonna make it
+You was a dreamer, from day one
+
+[Beretta 9]
+What shall I speak, about the brothers that passed?
+Make me weak about the knees, make me wanna bust ass
+Or should I kick knowledge, and I ain't even graduate
+But take it from me, it ain't cool to skip class, imagine it
+Five Gods, came to picture perfect, to ovulate to it
+Music and expression of freedom, escape to it
+Not much to it, we was born and conceived to it
+And me being the man that I am, the same could do it
+Surrounded by a civilized man, a weak woman
+Subconsciously be planting a fed, inside children
+Allow me to explain my cause, or who I B-E-R-E, Double T, A, N-I-N-E
+A/K/A K-I-N-E-T-I-C, my attribute B-O-R-N G-O-D Allah
+Searching for the truth in myself, I seen, I saw
+In order to achieve it all, must give my all
+
+[Interlude: Talani Rabb]
+I always know you was gonna make it
+You was a dreamer, from day one
+Look at how you killing them right now
+Why don't you go get you a massage or something, daddy
+Ain't gotta worry bout none of that
+Matter fact, pass me the oil
+I got you all day, you know you did your thing
+Just sit back and relax
+
+[The Reverend William Burk]
+Off up in the C-H-I, C-A to the G-O
+Where the winter time temperature be twenty below
+Knee deep up in the snow, the Reverend still get dough
+To pay the bills, feed his family and go get more
+Money, now we taking trips to Jamaica, just to relax
+My homey's came a long way since paper from g-packs
+But gone, they used to be pushing BP's and Zenax
+Now they wire us our paper back and forth like we fax
+We ask the lord and savior for guidance
+It's probably hard to hear us over gunshots and violence
+Figure when I'm in the casket it'll be plenty silence
+So in the end, when you add it up, it all balance
+The crew been up, staying higher than pallets
+On vacations in the islands, watching women with talents
+Fellowship and with the family members who be the wildest
+Now we live in mansions, castles and golden palaces
+
+[Interlude: Talani Rabb]
+Into everything that you put your hard work into
+Look at the gold on the lamp, baby
+Look at the size of this TV
+Look at everything, just take up all the beauty in this room right now
+Look at how you did your thing, you did it
+We living right now, we ain't gotta worry bout nothing no more
+Yeah... hahahaha...
+
+[Hook 2X: El DeBarge]
+Up again, I'll never let you down
+Nothing's ever gonna stop me now
+
+[George Clinton] (El DeBarge)
+Up again, I'll never let you down
+(Nothing's ever gonna stop us now)
+Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
+Up again, I'll never you down
+(Never let you down, never let you down)
+Up again, I'll never you down
+(Nothing's ever gonna stop us now)
+Up again, I'll never you down
+(Up again, I'll never you down
+Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
+Up again, I'll never you down
+Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
+Up again, I'll never you down
+Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
+Up again, I'll never you down
+Nothing's ever gonna stop us now
+Up again, I'll never you down
+Nothing's ever gonna stop us now)
+
+[Outro: Talani Rabb (RZA) {Rakeem Diggs}]
+Bobby, make this world digital...
+Bobby, your love is so digital...
+(Spell my name.. B-O-B-B-Y)
+{B, O, B, B, Y, Bobby) repeat after me
+B.. {B..} O.. {O..} B.. {B..} B.. {B..} Y.. {Y..}
+D.. {D..} I.. {I..} G.. {G..} I.. {I..}
+T.. {T..} A.. {A..} L.. {L..}
+**************************************************
+Operator[Hook - RZA]
+Join the operator
+This is hot potato
+Maybe drop it now
+Or try to drop it later
+The innoculator - pop Glock
+Will stop a hater
+Shell-shock a cop
+My Glock is dark as Vader
+
+[Kosha Dillz]
+Twisted bottle cap
+Yamulke, Harmonica salute
+Goon, Vidal Sassoon, boom
+I ain't gotta rap
+Polish off the Molotov cocktail
+Felafel rocket launch weapon
+Hold, plead the 5th
+Cocaine in the pita pit
+No name need to spit
+Making sure Kosha Dillz really it
+One man fight, might pop a wheelie kid
+Just another guy, pray that my mother lie
+Heavenly the day I day I better be
+Walk the hinges from the feet up off the inches
+9 milimeter off seal, I mean business
+I mean business, see me for
+Cock pistol, reload, shoot
+Street money, CPR
+Teach you scars, double down
+3 new cards, no parole, max out
+Killa, I eat through bars
+New Jersey journey pot
+Wild Turkey Hershey spot
+Watch out, til the block house
+Nut house get shot out
+Shout out a shout out to
+Cop house, I got out
+Back to the grill again
+And a grill get knocked out
+Fortified with vitamins from Israel
+To fight your lands, Kosha Dillz
+In fighting stance, killa man
+With mic in hand
+
+[Hook - RZA]
+
+[Kool G. Rap]
+Gotta be hood to love it
+All throughout the suburbs
+Get heard like it's rubbish
+Get blood spilled, sidewalks
+With drugs and some slugs lit
+Blocks where the Bloods is
+Some niggas on some Cuz shit
+Gutter biz, that's that beef smell
+In the alleyway
+Murder rate, yellow tape
+Another way the ? is played
+With a stomach growl in place
+Can't make the hunger stop
+Same ? hungry block
+It's that white game, dice game
+And I'mma spot shorties
+Between the brides, already
+Youngest exec to run a block
+This is where they dump a shot body
+In that dumpster
+Hood life, this that scene where
+The fiends live the hooked life
+Hard white, cooked right
+They searching for that good price
+This that scene where
+The fiends live the hooked life
+Hard white, cooked right
+They searching for that good price
+**************************************************
+Straight Up the Block[Hook 2X: The Reverend William Burke]
+And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block
+L-London, Japan, L-London, Japan
+And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block
+Mississippi to France, to the top of the pop
+
+[RZA]
+Who got the biggest dick?
+Who got the fattest whip?
+Who got the baddest bitch?
+Who got the fullest clip?
+
+Crib in Paris, France, plus in Maryland
+In Baltimore, I bought the cabstand
+
+Up in Burbank, the crib, I smiled at Hillary
+Bless the valley with the hundred dollar chivalry
+
+Got the UFC Bodog on my catalog
+Mayor Koch Records, they the landlord
+
+It's the Digitech, you ain't get a check
+You better get a deal, better make a bet
+
+Get ya money right, what an appetite
+I see ya'll cats later, about to catch a flight
+
+[Hook 2X: The Reverend William Burke]
+And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block
+L-London, Japan, L-London, Japan
+And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block
+N-N-New York to France, to the top of the pop
+
+[RZA] (Beretta 9) {Rugged Monk}
+Je m'appelle, Bobby Digital
+Comment allez vous?, mademoiselle
+
+Le original, puff e tranquel
+Il n'est pas ordinaire ladival
+
+Ouais bon bon, très bien
+Ça va, let's get it on
+
+Plus the yacht, we just docked
+Yo Kinetic, son (yeah) let 'em flop
+
+(A box of Belvedere), private stock
+Maharishi jacket, Gucci watch
+
+Yo, Rugged Monk, scotch on rocks
+{Aiyo, Bobby D, what's up with Goldielocks?}
+
+[Hook: The Reverend William Burke]
+And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block
+F-F-Frisco to Maine, Chicago to Spain
+And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block
+L-London, Japan, to the top of the pop
+And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block
+B-B-Brooklyn to Cali, D.C. to Miami
+And I'm straight up the block, and I'm straight up the block
+Germany to Little Rock, to the top of the pop
+
+[Outro: David Banner]
+RZA, they ain't weren't expecting this one, baby
+Uh, yeah, it's ya boy David Banner, south side to the day I die
+You know what I'm talking about?
+They weren't expecting us to hook this one up, you know what I'm talking about?
+N.Y.C., straight to Mississippi, you know what I'm talking about?
+Get your money, pimping, it don't matter where you are
+You in London, you in Japan, you know what I'm talking about
+You in Spain, you in Italy, wherever the hell you are
+Get up on your money, pimping, you know what I'm talking about?
+And this beat is so fresh, watch this...
+**************************************************
+Be Like Water (inspired by the ESPN 30for30 ”Be Water”)[Intro: Bruce Lee]
+Empty your mind, be formless. Shapeless, like water
+
+[Verse 1]
+Boundless, yet when it's surrounded, it appears to be bounded
+It takes the shape of that which bounded it
+Then imprints it's old shape and before it evaporates and move on
+Leaving a new landscape behind it
+So we're reminded
+Be like water, don't be bonded
+Sometimes we gotta dig deep into our inner selves
+Our own hurt to find it
+Intercept the fist, Jeet-Kune-Do
+Fluid movements, even flow
+Even though, that it sounds like a lethal blow
+We should know what it simply means to simplify
+To re-simplify the best version of yourself
+In light then, synthesize all days into one
+We all one, under the same sun
+So why you gotta fight against him and he gotta fight against Dun?
+Be like water, water crosses over every border
+From the mud of the Yangtze River to the sand beaches of Florida
+My mental caught up
+Turn my brain storm into a rain storm
+You know if it's uninspired then, here's the new Wu-Tang song
+
+[Refrain]
+(Be like water)
+(Be like water)
+
+[Interlude]
+"Hollywood begins to realize what it is he actually has to offer
+There was more to Bruce Lee than they'd originally imagined
+Bruce comes on to the screen, he ignites it
+His very presence on screen is a protest
+
+[Refrain]
+(Be like water)
+(Be like water)
+
+[Verse 2]
+Adaptations to situations
+Before evaporating back to vapor
+Then return back through precipitation
+Cascading and pervading, existing as a mist
+The one-inch punch is being drawn from the formless
+I use that same Chi style to perform this
+To understand the fury inside of Bruce Lee's fist
+Be like water (Water, water, water)
+
+[Outro]
+Be like water
+Be like water
+Be like water (Water, water, water)
+**************************************************
+Hoodrats* Hidden track after "We Pop"
+
+[Intro: Erica Bryant (RZA)]
+Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya head straight)
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, yo, get ya head straight, get ya life straight
+Sniffin' on that, blow, sippin' on that nitrate
+Boostin' from the corner store, fuckin' all them thugs, raw
+Suckin' on that apple head, wonder why your throat sore?
+Sittin' there, on welfare, head full of horse hair
+Baby-daddy dead, in jail or in a wheelchair
+But you don't seem to care, you just wanna wear
+Prada one-sided but can't afford a pair
+Up in your mom's lab, twenty-two, scallywag
+Snotty-nosed baby with the bootleg hoochie bag
+Gettin' your coochie ragged by an old sugar dad
+Dreamin' bout them things that you could of been, you should of had
+
+[Hook: RZA & Erica Bryant (RZA)]
+Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up)
+Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get ya mind up)
+Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat (get that swine up)
+Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
+
+[Erica Bryant]
+Always wanna ball with shit, give back tomorrow's shit
+Throw up the sperm, sayin' you don't swallow shit
+Drinkin' out the bottle shit, claimin' you a model chick
+Prayin' to Gods, so you can hit the lotto, chick?
+
+[Outro: Erica Bryant (Doc Doom)]
+Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
+Hoodrat, hoodrat, hoodrat
+(The Black Knights! West Coast niggas)
+**************************************************
+Fight for youI'm lost without you
+I'm hurt without you
+Can't breathe without you
+I'm lost without you
+I'm hurt without you
+Can't breathe without you
+But ill rise, for you
+Fight for you
+Strike for you
+Win for you, until the end
+Fight for you
+Ill survive for you
+Win for you until the end
+Until the end
+Until the end
+Fight for you
+Strike for you
+Win for you, until the end
+Fight for you
+I will kill for you
+Until the end
+**************************************************
+Boing, Boing[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman} [Blade]]
+Yo this is Westwood
+I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
+And just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out there
+My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah}, Blade [what's up?]
+And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?
+{Yeah we got ya the new banger Tim straight from RZA
+Straight from the Wu-Tang}
+[Yeah this is Blade and the track, the hot new joints called the Boing, Boing]
+
+(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)
+Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go
+
+[Skinnyman (RZA)]
+Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless
+Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes
+My God given talent is all that I can do best
+Keep spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessed
+So who requested my time on the set
+Skinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
+Ya best upthreat cuz it gets better yet
+I'm that deft intellect, them boy they don't pent
+So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA)
+What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
+We'll never let anybody else step
+Or ever come with anything less for what you'd expect
+If you pass me the mic then I'll gladly accept
+I'll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get
+Cuz everybody knows this rappin' thing isn't happenin'
+Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again
+Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again
+Then we break it down then just deal with the matter then
+So how you'd think a British ghetto youth feels
+He can't get a record deal but he can get drugs to deal
+He can't get a job but he can go for rob and steel
+Lookin' for a mill' while you screamin' "keep it real!"
+So I'll just stand here with this mic that I hold
+Request the higher force to sweep over my soul
+So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals
+I'm sick of spendin' every late night out of role
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
+Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
+Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
+Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
+Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
+Blade makes the party bza Boing, Boing
+
+[Blade]
+Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact
+Explosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinback
+Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina
+Hand it to a amature, show him how to damage a
+Live set, make him feel the full effect
+And yet still make it hard to detect and what's left?
+Four men remain standin' like Gladiators
+When the dusk clears nuttin' for the average ears
+For years its been the same with minds of the artillery
+God forgave us all for the merciless delivery
+Holdin' the tools of the trade with a death grip
+Rememberin' the times when nothin' was right, we was desperate
+Dreams blown to smithereens, turned into nightmares with screams
+There's a world of CREAM
+If all goes correct we can stash supreme
+Feed the fiend cuz that's the way it was meant to have been
+You should of seen the comin', the language is universal
+One time perfect attack with no rehearsal
+Shook the Earth for what it's worth
+You're in danger of a takeover, and it's analysed as global
+We can find them whatever your predictions
+Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons
+It might be hard to believe
+We invade, we conquer and lead
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
+Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
+Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
+Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
+
+[Mr. Tibbs]
+I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
+Cuz even though it's fuck free, it's all about the paper
+I love to live expensive, smoke like I'm in Jamiaca
+Even when I'm broke I think I'm like but a creater
+Avoids the green, even from my early teens
+???????? in need of CREAM seen (seen)
+But then I had a dream 'bout bein' the best rapper
+But that ain't what it seems, next chapter
+That's spreadin' the word
+Inspiration from the hurb is what you hear when I got heard
+I sat back and observed most of the men that shined before me
+All that respect, keeper know 'nough of them will bore me
+Singin' the same story, I'm better than you
+And to tell you the truth most of them men are shut fools
+We asked them in the struggle to make ends meet
+That's why I told these MCs that talk is cheap
+You might think you know Tibbs, you don't know me
+Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
+Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
+
+[RZA]
+With your high pitched face like eye liner
+If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder
+You can't block and stop it when I spotted
+I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit
+Aimin' at the top fighter
+Who I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark the lighter
+And set flames to the sky, we aim high
+The baseline kick like the kid from Shang-Hi
+Make your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust
+You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
+To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
+Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
+Ya bum bastards, son I come classic
+Frame won't last the length of my matchstick
+Drunk off the Hennessey V.S. stop the B.S
+I'm still off to catch the CREAM like P.S
+Jake was makin' that green
+People always say what the hell does that mean
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+With Skinny man he makes the party Boing, Boing
+Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
+Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
+Bza Blade he makes the party Boing, Boing
+Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing
+Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
+Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
+Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
+Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing
+Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
+Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
+Bob Digi makes the party Boing
+**************************************************
+The Wolf* iTunes bonus track
+
+[RZA]
+Watch your ho look at me, like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio
+Wanna stick her tip of her tongue through my piss hole
+You play the target, and I be the guiding missile
+Oh, how they long this strong grissle
+Yup, see that flesh is weak
+But it taste so good, they want the recipe
+The king catch the queen, don't mess with me
+Kssh, yo, my niggas never grow up, drink til they throw up
+Some sniff that cocaine til they fucking brains blow up
+Drunk from that Brass Monkey, grass junkies
+Walk around with the brain of a Crash Dummie
+How dare you try to come and gas cash from me
+You be in the House of a 1,000 Corpse like Rob Zombie
+It's I God, inside your iPod
+Cuz my squad, nigga, is die hard
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Who rock meaner, than the Gods from Medina
+You numb skull girls, be caught you talking Tina
+
+[RZA]
+Bitch, suck a dick and die, forty five lit the sky
+Fool, let the shit fly, split, right between your eye
+Nothing like that little slit split in between her thighs
+Sitting on the nine, applehead, bitch, let it ride
+Hickory dickory, block, niggas is slippery
+Glocks tucked down my socks, secures my victory
+You like fourth period, son, you're history
+White girls with big ass, I check them suspiciously
+Vanilla praline, had the saline
+Stuffed inside her jeans, made the niggas day dream
+
+[Hook]
+
+[RZA]
+Unbeatable, like the old Brooklyn A-Team
+I'm wild like a Shaolin nigga in State Green
+Jalopeno rocks, might drop from my nina
+Then I'm back on the spot, without the subpeona
+**************************************************
+So Nasty[Verse 1]
+In the place to be
+It's the K-I-N-E-
+T-I-C
+Here to represent the
+M-I-C
+The shards will slip me
+Ain't no D-I-P
+And a bitch to convince me
+The D-I-C
+And the K will eventually
+M-A-C
+And a P for potentially
+I-M-P
+She said "I can't stay"
+And it doesn't make sense to me
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+If you don't know, I'll show you how
+It can take all night, it can take a while
+If we do this right, we can do it now
+And I'll be good to you
+She said "yo okay and I like your style
+But I like the way that you make me smile
+And I'm yours tonight if alright with you
+Before I see you through"
+
+[Chorus]
+So nasty
+I feel, got me feeling so nasty
+Get nasty
+Feeling so nasty
+She nasty
+I feel, oh God, I’m feeling so nasty
+So nasty
+
+[Verse 2]
+Feeling like a million bucks
+Plus interest
+Pussy make power you
+But can’t tempt this
+Maybe for a hour or two
+I might hop in the shower with you
+Say, yo, skip the romancin’
+Don’t shed yo tears dancin’
+Said I’m gone for the wait
+To guess how I’m panting
+I got these groupies black
+They save room for a Scooby-Snack
+Fuck this up and
+She’s a freakin
+A down ass bitch
+Who’s down for eatin’
+First dude know those hoes be sweetin’
+
+[Pre-Chorus]
+If you don't know, I'll show you how
+It can take all night, it can take a while
+If we do this right, we can do it now
+Say I'll be good to you
+(We’re nasty)
+
+[Chorus]
+So nasty
+I feel, got me feeling so nasty
+Get nasty
+Feeling so nasty
+She nasty
+I feel, oh God, I’m feeling so nasty
+So nasty
+
+[Verse 3]
+Yo check this hoodie
+Better pop that coochie
+I ain’t borrow no car
+I ain’t borrow no Gucci
+I ain’t payin’ for dinner
+Mother fuck that sushi
+Could ya be tryna [?]
+God placed you on the sides of city
+Man, I love those girls with the size C titties
+Just to care for
+Just to cuff
+Make me drove your deep like a sub-
+-marine
+
+[Bridge]
+All between
+Your jeans
+You’re the oreo
+And I got the C.R.E.A.M
+Oh don’t make a scene
+I’ll print your face
+Toward a magazine
+Round and round
+Like a helicopter
+I’ll make you something
+All hella proper
+You be calling me
+Dad and poppa
+Let me snap these balls
+Like a big bacca
+
+[Chorus]
+So nasty
+I feel, got me feeling so nasty
+Get nasty
+Feeling so nasty
+She nasty
+I feel, oh God, I’m feeling so nasty
+So nasty
+
+[Outro]
+Yo check this hoodie
+Better pop that coochie (So nasty)
+I ain’t borrow no car
+I ain’t borrow no Gucci (So nasty)
+I ain’t payin’ for dinner
+Mother fuck that sushi (So nasty)
+Could ya be tryna [?] (So nasty)
+God placed you on the sides of city (So nasty)
+Man, I love those girls with the size C titties (So nasty)
+Just to care for
+Just to cuff (So nasty)
+Make me drove your deep like a sub-
+-marine
+All between
+Your jeans
+You’re the oreo
+And I got the C.R.E.A.M
+C’mon don’t make a scene
+I’ll pitch your face
+Toward a magazine
+**************************************************
+Number One Samurai (Afro Season II Outro)[Afro Samurai]
+He got to be the one Samurai {3x}
+
+[Afro Samurai]
+He got to be the number one one one
+
+[RZA]
+A brother strive to stay alive without killing no one
+His swordplay exceeds the speed of your gun
+He's stunned by the sliced, so pertrise, so concise
+Dice your arm off before you even bring twice
+Still old afro naughty king of a castle
+Part of William statues for those who died in battle
+Ninjas flow like a sparrow, twist up like a gyro
+Trying to bring my father back through synthetic bio
+Ceeo must be evil for outta for cathedral
+To think she can go against the mighty Afro
+Oh! no whether friend or foe
+Until voted number one they all fall below
+
+[Afro Samurai]
+He got to be the one Samurai {3x}
+
+[Afro Samurai]
+He got to be the number one one one
+
+[9th Prince]
+Yo, yo
+Verbally I'm a beast released to the streets
+Spit on the cross, choke the reverend
+Fuck it I'mma kill the priest
+9th Prince lyrical samurai
+Cocaine cowboys lynch from here to Panama
+Check out my double edge sword
+Killarm woodlot my third eye is my shield
+I choose to kill by will
+Duckin parole, now I am on the run like track and field
+The black Samson, keep a blade in my afro
+Ask your ho about the grandaddy flow
+Watch me kill this bitch ass nigga in slow mo'
+I'm from Staten Island but now I live in Harlem the city of Gotham
+Who the fuck got a problem?
+
+[Afro Samurai]
+He got to be the one Samurai {3x}
+
+[Afro Samurai]
+He got to be the number one one one
+**************************************************
+La Rhumba (Remix)[RZA]
+I pulled off with Juanita in a two-seater
+Just left the lover, shorty loved it, shit was off the meter
+High speed down the block, she had the hammer by Peter
+Flipped her tongue inside my ear, I was like shit, mama mia!
+Bong, I threw on a smooth slow song
+As I stuck my two fingers in between her thong
+She was like, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby"
+"Tu headache, ah popa chulo, de hablo Bobby"
+
+[Chorus 2X: Ndira]
+Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy)
+Ven baila conmigo en esta Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy)
+Esta bueno, por que esta es La Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy)
+Ven baila conmigo esta Rhumba (Daddy, Daddy, Daddy)
+
+[Fat Joe]
+Yeah
+Yo it's the God Joey Crack and Bobby Digi
+It looks like these Wu-Tang niggas beat me to the trizzi
+They got mami's all over the place
+Makin' out with each other and givin' niggas face
+I'm so excited I'm invited to your party
+And I'm on the ferry right now with some blunts and Bacardi
+Headin' to the Island, not P.R. but Shaolin
+Where every nigga got a Wu-Tang medallion
+I'm in Stapleton, it's Off the Wall
+We puffin' L's in the staircase, the fourth floor
+Shorties givin' me brains, she thought she had me
+'Til I flipped her over and mad her scream, "Daddy!"
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Method Man]
+Hey, hey, hey..
+Uh, uh, uh, uh..
+Eh eh eh eh eh..
+
+Hey Butter Pecan what's that lingo you speakin'?
+It sound like, let's me and you slide for the weekend (True)
+I got drinks and tasty treats to sink your teeth in
+Your popi two-way beepin', let him know that you cheatin'
+Runnin' 'round indecent exposed without no clothes
+There it go (*plug*), Moby Dick and there she blows
+You got me covered, girl, and it shows and I suppose
+We can play doctor soon as I drop my jabows
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+We All We Got[Intro: girl (RZA)]
+Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
+(We all that we got, we all that we got)
+Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
+(We all that we got, we all that we got)
+Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
+(We all that we got, we all that we got)
+Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
+
+[RZA]
+Aiyo, we keep these wizzes in the lab, held down like hostages
+Dime pieces, deep throat like ostriches
+I'm vegetarian, don't eat swine sausages
+You defeat the Killa Beez? Don't be proposterous
+
+[Crisis]
+Bobby, steal the show, let 'em know who got the shit
+
+[RZA]
+Zu, muthafucka, Wu, (yeah), we got this shit
+
+[girl]
+Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
+
+[RZA]
+E-lectricity, e-lectricity
+Yeah, shells all in my clip, wizzes all on my dick
+Leather wood, on the whip, rubbergrips on four fifths
+Escape from jakes, if I'm traced, more paper to make
+My team form the C.R.E.A.M., we exchange it for cake
+Cherries on the top, I grind for the gwop
+I'm grot, then I shine, then I rise to the top
+Roll, with flurries of cops, money bulging in my socks
+Loving my block, cuz we all that we got, got
+Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
+Oh yeah, ya'll know who is he, ya'll keep these wizzes dizzy
+
+[girl & Monk]
+Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
+
+[RZA]
+E-lectricity, e-lectricity
+
+[Chorus 2X: Crisis, Monk]
+I love my hood and my block, cuz it's all that we got
+On the grind for this gwop, give it all that we got
+**************************************************
+Fan Your FlamesEpisode 2: Fan Your Flames
+
+Welcome. The Exploration is now in session. For this experience, we'll travel to a place of inspiration — a mental refuge to explore so you can seize your creativity. But before we take this journey, we first need to prepare the body and the mind for what's next. So find a calm setting free of noise and clutter.
+
+Sit in a comfortable, alert position. Place your hands together or rest them gently on your knees. Feel the floor beneath your feet. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Again. Focus on the flow. Inhale. Exhale. Slow. Smooth.
+
+Only on a remote island can something like the hydra reach its full strength. For me and for all my Wu-Tang brothers, Staten was that island, AKA Shaolin, Parkhill Projects, Stapleton. We grew up there. It was a place of isolation. But that isolation was our greatest gift. Without isolation, we would've sounded like everybody else. But on the island, me and my brothers were cut off from the mainland. The mainstream. We had to find our own sound. We had to assemble our own influences, and we did just that. Scientists have laboratories. Craftsmen, they have tool sheds. My chamber was inside my basement. That's where I spent many hours of my formative years, surrounded by comic books, VHS tapes, kung fu movies, and gadgets, my turntables and equipment. And with that, trained my music. That was all I had. It was that understood habitat that allowed for deeper exploration that allowed me to reach my full potential. Now I'm not there physically anymore, but I can mentally summon the island whenever I need inspiration. I can picture it in my head. It's crystal clear. And all the feelings I felt, all the influence, everything I had myself surrounded with, it comes to me again. The lessons I've learned. They still center me to this day.
+
+Now, we will summon your island and fill it with the key influences in your life. By creating this mental space —  this island — you can shape your own unique creativity and your own creative output. When you feel stuck, you can travel here to explore. And return to your breath. Focus. Envision your island. What does it look like? What does it feel like? How does it smell? Now I want you to fill it with your greatest influences. Let your mind wander so they can surface. Dig deep. Go to your earliest memories. As they emerge and they come to you, write them down on a piece of paper or jot 'em down on your cell phone. It could be a feeling, the voice of a loved one, the smell of some home-cooked meal, the sound of the subway train. Anything you want. Or maybe it's just your favorite piece of artwork. It's your island and that's the catalyst for your creativity.
+
+Now look at what you wrote. Reflect on those influences. Now select only eight. That's the number that represents build. By building positivity, you automatically destroy negativity. Your influences are with you on your island now. Explore a bit. How do you feel? This is your inspiration space. No one can take it away from you. I have my island and now you have yours.
+
+As we move towards the exit of our exploration, I want you to put your paper or that note somewhere safe. This is now your map. It will help you find your way back to your island at any given time. And that island will be your perfect place to begin any mental exploration.
+
+Aight, now take a deep breath in through your nose. Out through your mouth. Again, focus on the flow. Inhale. Exhale. Slow. Smooth. Slowly open your eyes and return to your day.
+**************************************************
+Ich Kenne Nichts[Intro: RZA]
+You know they say
+In every man's life, there comes a time
+When you get struck by the arrow of cupid
+By the love of God, or the beauty of a woman
+Sometimes this love, brings thunder into your life
+And it brings the storm, sing about it
+[Xavier Naidoo]
+There is more to love than this
+Love is more than just a kiss
+Will we take you to that step
+Will we do more than just connect
+And will you, bring the thunder in my life
+And the fire in my eyes
+Cause then there, will be days of pleasure and
+Everything far will be so near
+
+[Hook: Xavier Naidoo]
+I have never felt thunder (thunder)
+And lighting (lightning) like this
+I have never been struck by (struck by)
+A wonder (a wonder) like this
+[Xavier Naidoo]
+Ich koennte tagelang von dir erzaehlen
+Ohne deinen Namen auch nur einmal zu erwaehnen
+Unter Schmerzen oder unter Traenen
+Wuerde dein Name als meine Linderung dienen
+Jede deiner Bewegungen sind erstrebenswert
+Und jede Stunde mit dir ist so lebenswert
+Nichts ist vergleichbar mit dem was du gibst
+Mit dem was zeigst und wie du lebst, wie du liebst
+
+[Chorus 4x]
+Ich kenne nichts, ich kenne nichts
+Das so schoen ist wie Du
+[Xavier Naidoo]
+Schoene Tage mit dir sind kostbar
+So kostbar wie der Weg zum Morgenstern
+Ich zelebriere sie wie einen Festtag
+An dem ich immer wieder neues von dir lern'
+Im Moment ist es das Schoenste dich zu kennen
+Dich zu kennen ist wie das Beste was ich hab'
+Verzeih mir aber dieses sag ich nochmal:
+Deinen Namen zu nennen ist wohl das Schoenste, was ich sag
+
+[Chorus 4x]
+**************************************************
+Unleash Me[RZA]
+Yo, sting of the dragon master, one blow make your jaw shatter
+Have you walk around with your face wrapped in plaster
+Gaspin'....... *gasp*, like you got a bad case of asthma
+Spot the dog, you try to run faster
+Wild savage, but he bow down to his master
+Washed beef with an ice cold shaster, he would shout
+
+[Chorus: RZA]
+I am free from you, so unleash me
+There's nothin' else you can do to teach me
+Nothin' else you can do to appease me
+I know this point in life, it wouldn't be easy
+I gave you my all, I would eat food
+Out of cans, through my hands and all
+Just to show and prove, you my man's and all
+Didn't even try to make plans at all
+
+[Prodigal Sunn]
+My hand's cut in the outer, leakin' the contender
+Hit 'em high, stick 'em low, break through the center
+Somebody screamin' ambulance, yo, he bend a
+Ghost like a ninja, whole 'nother agenda
+Catch me day and night, ready for fight
+Plus I spit more through the mic, four fist right
+Chest, head, body blow, would leave, anything goes
+Broken nose, shatterin' jaws, spark him with the C-4
+P-Sunn did it from the east door
+The more I tour, the more I score, watch the lion roar
+Through the field, with the skills and agility
+Martial art ability, bend the laws of gravity
+Stay in shape, no cavities
+Some wise words from a young one, trained to reach mastery
+
+[Chorus: RZA]
+I am free from you, so unleash me
+There's nothin' else you can do to teach me
+
+[Christ Bearer]
+I am free from you, Buddhapest fist, Tai Chi, Kung Fu
+Master siku, jujitsu, round house kick you
+Forty elbows, then I left right hit you
+Master set me free, although you'll never let me get the master key
+Cause when it's time for beef, who could the master be
+While I'm stopped, critique you see the master flee
+But cats keep rushin', I'll back flip bust you
+Crack your rib cage apart, snatch your heart, that's nothin'
+Guillotine chop, to the Phillipine hot
+Leave 'em worst, and sendin' them to Killa, get shot
+I ate from my hands, and ate from the plan
+Entranced, my face was a glance
+I gave you my all, I know you felt my slave to, and thought
+I'm sittin' fool on y'all
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Fighting for Equality[Verse 1: RZA]
+The serendipity, I had the epiphany
+That the wicked enemy who tried to come and get rid of me
+Because [?][0:15] failed to cease the victory
+Because I knew from my history that God is no mystery
+They tried to forge my imagery and my identity
+Been facin' with the misery of brothers hangin' from a tree
+But nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city
+We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity
+We fightin' for your right to life, the right to liberty
+The right to make it on our own, you can't take it, no, give it to me
+The empty greed, jealousy and lust
+Of other races that dream melanated crust
+They whipped then they shackled us up
+Put us back in the back of the bus
+Stomp us out and treat us injust
+I'm in the fight for my life, money, stars and these stripes
+I'm ready to go to war with a crowbar and a pipe
+A shovel with a sickle, blood drizzle cause a ripple
+In this ultra-political climate change, a man-made miracle
+For a third year he tried to instill the fear
+Now he won't run the scope, he's provoked the idea that
+By any means necessary, use anything necessary
+To get to the promise land, send enemies to the cemeteries
+We can't take it no more, time for the lions to roar
+From Mount Zion, we bustin' through the door
+Bustin' through the floor, tusslin' with our swords
+Raised high like the Ottomans fightin' in holy war
+
+[Chorus]
+See, nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city
+We fightin' for equality, we not fightin' for your pity
+We fightin' for the right to life, the right to liberty
+The right to make it on our own, you can't take it, no, give it to me
+Nothin' ain't pretty in this cutthroat city
+We fightin' for equality, not fightin' for your pity
+We fightin' for the right to life, the right for liberty (Right for liberty)
+
+[Interlude]
+And that's it
+Yo, that shit fire, bruh, haha, yo
+Like you ain't [?][1:37], man, (Yeah, yo)
+
+[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
+Yo, I'm fightin' to fuck your bitch
+Washin' money through Bitcoin, dodgin' the glitch
+Two maids, Cassandra, Castilla, they half my age
+The older one play the front door holdin' the gauge
+I get money, I play with stoves like Chef Ramsey
+Halloween, powder for snorters is nose candy
+I had spots on the line like ten Grammys
+Got arms that hit the floor like chimpanzees
+The curators of profit lyin', they can't stop it
+Parkinson gun, cop shakin' before he pop it
+Cutthroat City (City)
+I'm out here coolin' with the code to the safe like I see Da Vinci
+German killers in kill mode
+I fly where the cream is foreign, Switzerland [?][2:15]
+Real gold (Gold), Teflon, steel coats (Coats)
+Liam Neeson swan divin' off of big boats (Big boats), uh-huh
+Big boats
+
+[Outro]
+And that's it
+Yo, that shit fire, bruh, haha, yo
+Like you ain't [?][2:34], man
+**************************************************
+Supreme Architecture (Interlude){*instrumental for the first 11 seconds*}
+
+[Skit: RZA]
+For the supreme architecture
+That's the one who come with the most illest ideas
+The one who come with the illest creation
+A supreme architecture is actually someone who build the universe
+If I personally say I'm the supreme architecture
+I'm I'm lettin Allah speak right, right there knahmsayin?
+I'm speakin right through that, I'm I'm becomin a vehicle
+
+{*15 seconds of instrumental*}
+
+[Skit: RZA]
+Word it's like the truth
+They say the truth shall set you free
+You hear the truth, it sets you free
+So, mathematics is truth
+When it adds up, there's no error
+The only time there's an error
+When man miscalculate his own... problem
+Know what I mean, his own equations
+**************************************************
+Just Can’t Get It Right[Intro: RZA]
+One, two, it’s the Brooklyn Zu
+Three, four, better shut your door
+Five, six, nigga, get yo' shit
+Seven, eight, gonna lay 'em to sleep
+One, two, it’s the Brooklyn Zu
+Three, four, nigga, shut your door!
+
+[Verse 1: Shorty Shitstain]
+I make money, money don’t make me
+I squeeze them honies, homie don’t hate me
+I keep my money in a Hefty bag
+Fuck a safe, I pack a fo-fo automatic
+I ain’t your average rapper, I ain’t your average camper
+I’m on some new shit and you can get adapter
+I had it up to here, I had it up to here
+Wit' niggas, with them counterfeitin' flows this year!
+I know a lot of ya’ll niggas can’t get it right
+Just can’t get it right, just can’t get it right
+
+[Hook: RZA]
+Y'all niggas, just can’t get it right
+Just can’t get it, just, just can’t get it right!
+
+[Verse 2: 12 O'Clock]
+Hold guns like the bar that hold the shower curtains
+I’m in the club, watch my watch, let my diamonds flirtin'
+Time to leave, and these two girls sayin' somethin'
+Cross the Brooklyn Bridge, now a nigga finger fucking
+Papa Wu crib full, C.R.E.A.M, watch the purses
+You better believe I’m holding like the service
+K-Tab rock bulletproof suburbans
+Two more suburbans, bodyguards rockin' turbans
+Putman Avenue, Uncle Freddy watch the dirt in
+Take Saudi and murder it, soundtrack 4-thirdin'
+
+[Hook 2: RZA & (Shorty Shitstain)]
+(I know a lot of ya’ll niggas can’t get it right)
+(Just can’t get it right, just can’t get it right)
+Y'all niggas, just can’t get it right
+Just can’t get it, just, just can’t get it right!
+
+[Verse 3: Young Dirty Bastard]
+Born in a race that lies no definition
+Write rhymes in brown sand, fuck the composition!
+Eliminatin' those who are fake is my decision
+I send the hail mary to your God, now convert ya whole religion
+If the sky had eyes, he could see the pussyness
+In all you tender loving business guys
+I can see the future maggots in all you flies
+Hammer start seeing the weakness, niggas terrified
+Listen, I fed a pig to a savage then he jumped like rabbit
+Dumped a ball in a hoop then he caught AIDS
+
+[Hook 2]
+**************************************************
+Doctor[Verse: Tinashe]
+High, high, baby right now
+Cause when you hold me
+Don't, don't leave me lonely
+Thirsty, quench it for me
+Cause when you hold me
+Don't, don't leave me lonely
+
+[Hook: Tinashe]
+Years gone by without one other
+Can't go back without my lover
+Feinin', feinin', bring me a doctor
+Need it, need it, bring me another
+Years gone by with now or never
+Can't go back without my poppa
+Faintin', faintin', bring me a doctor
+Need it, need it, bring me another
+
+(Ahh, so good)
+
+[Hook: Tinashe]
+
+(So good, and refreshing
+Ahh, so good)
+**************************************************
+Combat (Afro Season II)The legendary number one headband
+It's promise is power, omnipotence
+Immortality
+But at what cost?
+One that is greater than any man can imagine
+And heavier than any man can bare
+No soul who has ever wore it's tattered grace
+Has ever escaped the torment of it's infinite burden
+
+Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
+
+[Intro: P. Dot w/ RZA laughing]
+Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
+Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Afro!)
+
+[Chorus 2X: P. Dot (RZA)]
+So many times I had sneak up on them quicker
+With my finger on the trigger, like
+Like I'm pulling out my sword
+This is combat, man, this is war (Afro!)
+
+[RZA]
+Brain stained with the harbor, sword stained with the blood of martyrs
+Revenge is a never ending story, Afro who's the author
+Trying to bother, the bare site of my father
+So I'm living today, like there's no tomorrow
+Sword, inside my sheet, my heart is filled with beef
+For all the dead souls, that I chopped into piece
+Return, of the Afro sheen, fatal mean guillotine
+Sword in my hand, I want the number one headband
+
+[P. Dot]
+Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
+Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
+
+[Chorus 2X: P. Dot (RZA)]
+So many times I had sneak up on them quicker
+With my finger on the trigger, like
+Like I'm pulling out my sword
+This is combat, man, this is war (Afro!)
+**************************************************
+Digi-Electronics[Intro: RZA]
+Come on, come on
+Yo, ye-yeah, ye-yeah
+Where Ya At? Where Ya At?
+Takin' it back to 1982
+Runnin' Brownsville as we bring you (Where Ya At?
+Where Ya At?)
+That phat old school shit
+The best of the troup could find
+BOODOODOODOODOO!
+Yo yo
+
+[Chorus: Force MD's]
+My crew is super duper fly and we came to get pai-aid
+We pack those Glocks and razor blades, duckin' spa-a-a-ades
+Rollin' that sticky chocolate thai, we 'bout to get bla-a-azed
+Y'all cats can't play with us, it's not a ga-a-a-a-ame
+
+[Chorus - last two lines]
+
+[RZA]
+Roll up the Winchester, call up my wife, Celestea Poindexter
+Tell her bring back the black iron Mac strapped with two extra
+Clips whizzin' at you, worms in the Big Apple
+Potholes in the street crack the Benz axle
+Don't let me come and descend my mens at you
+You candid cats is fish Jack mackerel
+B-O-B boy, fast like Bruce Leroy
+Caramel sundae honey set the decoy
+For you soldiers seekin' to de-stroy
+Me, what the fuck you think we got the heat for?
+You dunce, we knock out your gold fronts
+Shorty got bigger and strong once she start smokin' blunts
+With beef they get found in Hunt's
+There's no chance to score, your best bet's to punt
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Doc Doom]
+I know R&B niggas that's harder than you
+Young T.G.'s with more street smarts than you
+Hit a liq', shit you ain't got the heart to do
+And I bet the click you run with they bustas too
+Fuck a pass, we come strapped when we passin' through
+All types of straps, you get clapped just for actin' new
+Collectin' more guns ever since my cash done grew
+Bad ass with no dad so I'm a bastard too
+Ask your crew, nigga, I gay-bash 'em too
+Grab his strap then ski-mask and bash 'em too
+
+[Madam Scheez]
+West Cost rider, credit card slider
+Roll up the windows and pass the lighter
+I done turned into a lover, used to be a fighter
+Now I pull out my guns and take 'em out one by one
+You're refutable bitch, sittin' on pins and needles
+I done seen bitches emotions breakin' up like The Beatles
+Who's the real bitch now? Seen the fear in yo' tears
+Next time grown folks is talkin', shut the fuck up here
+A product of my environment until my retirement
+Have a habit of the automatic breakin' up the static
+And if y'all niggas wanna trip y'all can suck my dick
+I got eight or nine of 'em, different colors and shit
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Timbo King]
+Smell like the rain forest, got diamonds in the hood - flawless
+Sable Taurus, spit a verse, no chorus
+You're on the wrong turf, one of my songs worth
+Two mil', eh-yo, red pill, blue pill
+Still stay focused, off-white lotus, brokers
+I'ma dead y'all slot time, no spins on the hot nine
+Eh-yo, my hot nine got my whole block sign
+I rhyme gangsta, pops was an O.G
+I'm a junior, my son'll be the third
+Let 'em learn degrees, the bees and the birds (uh-huh)
+Let 'em learn degrees, the bees and the birds
+
+[Shyheim]
+Why you actin' cuckoo like you just flew over nest?
+Like I give a fuck how much weight you bench
+Shyheim, my government and my attributes
+BIG left me the Tec and the nine at my crib, so Gimme the Loot
+Or L.B.C. ya like Snoop, I'm out to get coof, again coof
+Turn up the thermostat, peep the murder rap
+'Bout to bring it back, in the name of crack
+In the name of dope
+Ridin' through the hood in the Diamondback with spokes
+In the name of thai, cliches and skunk
+I came to get high, came to get drunk
+I came with the Tec, Bobby came with the pump
+We left with the shines, left with two dimes
+Sittin' on dubs, royal flush, five of a kind
+Countin' the spare for the deuce-ooh-ooh-one
+Nigga, our year, niggas, our year
+
+[Freemurder]
+Yeah, yeah, yeah
+Yo, talkin' all drunk, makin' a rap right here
+Fool remainders, like he can't get clapped right here
+Fuck the walkin', Freemurder pack right here
+On some napalm and bamboo track right there
+Fuck twenty-five, shit, I'm strapped to the chair
+Cuffie Crime Fam', my fifth black in the air
+Y'all don't want none, lead ya back down the stairs
+Once the Mac appear
+Four heat, I ain't hit 'im, shoot back fire wit 'im
+Whole empire wit 'im, never plea guilty, I ain't hit 'im
+Guess who lyin' wit 'im
+Left po', ya dead broke like Holy's ear when Tyson bit 'im
+Still on point like lime segment
+Pull out joints, the nine wet men
+Double action, don't want no trouble, askin'
+"Who I be?", Murder like Tai Chi
+Get ya brain tilt
+New Yorker, Brooklyn is where he come from
+**************************************************
+Leggezin Fin & The Reverend William Burk[Intro: kung fu samples]
+"Take the sword!"
+	"The sword?"
+"Come on, give me the sword!"
+	"You Wu-Tang..."
+
+[Dexter Wiggles]
+Yo... here come the enemy
+And what stands, and we will take...
+For sure, the Lion of Judah stands within the way
+Ready for the voices, to call out the other
+Beware of the storm...
+
+[60 Second Assassin]
+Our opponents upon the threat with the mighty Gigantor
+I'm rippin' this shit to pieces like Skeletor
+The editor, senator of all rap, competitors
+Get this job done on the mic quicker than --
+Financial or power, I attack with the sunshower
+Get the new pres', the taste of God's power
+Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights
+Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the satelline
+Coming a catastrophe, death of another M.C
+Killed by the legendary G-O-D, as in me
+Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously
+Periodically, and wake up and be somebody
+I swam the shores and cause the laws and I recall
+The rise and fall, but now see I walk tall
+Never needed a slugger, my rapping's like the mugging
+I rough up then tough up, I leave your shit left for supper
+Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted
+Give me a break out there, foolin' the puppet
+On with the subject, cuz I'm tired of hearing this rubbish
+Now get your stinking breath off the mic
+
+"I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack"
+
+*Leggezin Fin rappin' in foreign language*
+
+[Leggezin Fin]
+We had 30 years of war, live hardcore
+For our souls through the sky, alotta soldiers died
+You can't ever be denied when, words are only option
+Before you close an eye, guarantee you'll be poppin
+Ninety-nine percent, muthafuckas straight dropping
+Leaders get starting, AK's, ASK's
+With the magazine that say, real Leggezin
+Aiyo, that's what I mean, people pray for the day
+Of a good well being, man cry in your genes
+If you steppin' cleans, enemies gettin' low
+So he spy enemies, gather fake shit, counterfeit
+Try to make a profit, still I crimes up for the rise
+To the market, so many people starving, die for nothing
+I bring you little something, keep the streets bumping
+Love forever
+
+"Take the sword!"
+	"The sword?"
+"Come on, give me the sword!"
+"I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack"
+	"You Wu-Tang..."
+
+[Crisis]
+Who serving us? The Knights is superb with this
+We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence
+The game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it
+Give you lames encouragement, just the name get perished quick
+Black Knights, we far from good samaritans
+Keep the crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like heroine
+In the veins of an addict, disrespect, brains'll get splattered
+You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a habit
+Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a salary
+Niggas can't handle me, bring static like Channel 3
+On the M-I-C, or on the streets leave you like Can it Be
+You got served by my first verse, for living in a fantasy
+Yessir, like my nigga Pharell, for real
+Niggas get killed, Black Knights, we destroy then build
+
+[Christbearer]
+Yeah, I make it all seem so simple
+Rock the mic with my quintessential, fundamental
+Killing them off, Christbearer the boss
+The young Rick Ross on the freeway, yeah
+I see the rats run the relay
+Yeah, the judge, the jury, the prosecutor, the DEA
+Yeah, Christbearer, he say
+And he's an O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be
+The freestyle champ, keep it amped
+Then, nobody in the camp gets served
+When I swerve, Christbearer the king, I bring
+The, fire, the rain, I touch 'em, insane
+So psycho, yeah, I'm in the PJ's
+In the projects, I go, insane
+
+[Rugged Monk]
+Monk spit fact not fiction, my written is too forbidden
+It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting
+Spit darts, rap it so accurate, pierce right through your hollow bones
+Graphic clones, couldn't see me on the microphone
+Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a choice
+Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close
+To the Rugged M-O-N-K, vivid lyrical wordplay
+Display a chamber of rhymes, you couldn't match on your best day
+I leave that ass wet like a dolphin, laid in a coffin
+Compton's where I come from, and shit happen's often
+What you know about a nigga dying, for natural causes
+He got, hit in his neck, now that's natural for flossing
+Even my girl say I'm stuck in my ways
+Ever since back in the days, been thugging, dumping with K's
+And I'm still at it, still slinging, word to them crack addicts
+Still acting, still quick to keep the beef cracking
+
+[5 Foot Hyper Sniper]
+My dosage of murder is a movie
+3000 Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man
+Chicks say Dre Street, the last man, specialist, man
+I represents a crime family, nominated for Grammy's
+Brooklyn Zu, up in the casino, chips like Bingo
+Flights to Reno, my team's 'source' like Benzino
+You 'supreme', we got 'clientele', more kings in jail
+We so dangerous, we don't get bail
+Judge wanna, let me rot in the cell
+I got to escape like Alcatraz, I be on the run like Ol' Dirty Bast'
+With a suitcase full of cash, royalties ever stash
+And I got dough from paid shows
+Like uptown, and Tonight at the Apollo
+Dre Street, a tough act to follow, jumped out the Silverado
+Fuck the fifty talent, ahh, bullets flying through the air
+Like spirals on a football, like it was thrown by Brett Favre
+
+"Take the sword!"
+
+[Beretta 9]
+You should pray that I climb the ladder, instead of waving the wand
+Having to abracadabra, he is no longer with us
+I couldn't be any gladder, like the kid on Christmas
+Who couldn't be any badder, got everything that I asked for
+Including the six shooter, gloves with the hat and mask
+And you was giving it up so, no reason to ask
+And we be living it up, future, present and past
+A bit of pimp in my strut, make it like I got class
+Wine in the wine glass, fine bitch with a fine ass
+And her friend too, the evil that men do
+Just cuz I got cash, will I figure I take two
+Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes
+
+"Take the sword!"
+	"The sword?"
+"Come on, give me the sword!"
+	"You Wu-Tang..."
+
+[Interlude: sample]
+One hundred men co-operate to save ten lives
+And ten men save one life and death
+That has always been the way of the 108 Dragons
+
+[The Reverend William Burk]
+Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
+Give your soul back to the church, son, give it back to the lord
+Take your plan back to the drawing board, sharpen your sword
+Give your soul back to the church, give it back to the lord
+You playing with them rooks, knights, bishops, kings
+Queens, bishops, knights, rooks
+Knowledge equal pawns, frontlines, jagged hooks
+Gold shields, illest crooks for the boldest juks
+We eating soul food, cooked good, now what's it shook
+It took for one to see the pork without the pieces on it
+It takes for one to grab the cross as if it's Jesus on it
+It take for one to see the poor pit with the preacher's on it
+It take for one to hear the system with no speakers on it
+And still know that it's all there with the features on it
+Like them Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it
+We in stadiums, the floors and the bleachers want it
+In high school I even had my women teachers on it
+
+[RZA]
+We keep diamonds in small packets like sunflower seeds
+When my Glock get a cold, it throws a gunpowder sneeze
+Achoo, blow a fever at you non believers
+I bet your cornerback won't intercept the receiver
+Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when I pull it
+A quarter inch, I clear the whole bench, I clear the whole field
+And the building, your boy Bobby Steels been
+Trapped in the projects, playing spades with the pilgrims
+Now I"m back on O-R, aiyo, pa
+The Glock goes pop pop, now it's back tok the Alamo
+
+"I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the attack, now
+Because of it..."
+"Take the sword!"
+	"The sword?"
+"Come on, give me the sword"
+
+[Outro: sample]
+When a man wants to attract the female
+The best way is to apply a musk perfume
+But when a man uses a musk perfume
+There are two important things he must be aware of
+One; is that he will get the woman he wants
+Even if she woudln't ordinarily succumb to his charms
+The other is that his own special odor, his body's natural smell
+Will change...
+	The very demon of revenge seeks divine guidance?
+	Haha, do you really think you can absolve yourself from sin?
+	By sculpting, stupid little toys?
+Who-ho, now that's some shit you don't see everyday
+	You've fallen so far, coward
+	I've been watching you, can you even raise your sword?
+	Against another, where's the cold blooded killer, you once were
+	Do you no longer have the stomach to fight?
+	Will you remain a coward, even as your father suffers?
+Oh, now, that just ain't nice
+You don't have to listen to that shit
+	And you have such a long long way to go
+	To save your poor tortured father
+	I've almost revived his rotten bones
+	Oh he will live again, to feel pain
+	To suffer, and you don't even have the number two headband yet
+	So I have a few more days, or maybe even weeks
+	To enjoy your father's pain
+	Before you even have the right to challenge me
+Watch
+**************************************************
+Digi Snacks Intro[Intro: Understanding (RZA)]
+Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books
+The game isn't over, til the kings go wild
+A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century (hahahahahahaha)
+Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir (hahahahahahaha)
+That transforms him, into a powerful being
+That struggles with the great and evil within himself (hohohohohoho)
+While saving the lives of others
+Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs (huh... he's back!
+Ahh!)
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, double dose of danger, it's the Gunfighter and the Stranger
+Peep the silver bullets, like the old Lone Ranger
+Transform on ya'll niggas, like the Werewolf from London
+My cousin Dirty Dick Don, yeah he straight out the dungeon
+Man up in the art gall', my girl, my newborn child
+God chosen, son, we just sip from the Nile
+Gold plated dinner dishes, fresh slice of fresh papaya
+Pulled by the scrolls, read the Book of Obadiah
+Smack ya head against the wall like a Spalding
+My thugs, they carry more drugs than Walgreen's
+Mr. Digital, bodododo, sometimes appear invisible
+Got this money, now my old bitch is miserable
+Old Jack Nicholson grin, I stay sinister
+Two billion dollar advance, for a three letter signature
+Holy frankincense and myrrh...
+
+[Outro: Understanding]
+Explosive mic Bobby trap rap books
+The game isn't over, til the kings go wild
+A brilliant virtuous doctor, in the 21st century
+Experiments with a strange potion, called Digital Elixir
+That transforms him, into a powerful being
+That struggles with the great and evil within himself
+While saving the lives of others
+Another classic tale of the dangers and benefits of drugs
+**************************************************
+You Must Be Dreaming[Intro: Kintetic 9]
+Yeah, one two, check it
+
+[Verse 1: Kinetic 9]
+Ayo, what makes Kinetic get on some live wire shit?
+Not much, but when Beretta, I'm on some set a fire shit
+I'm no devil, but the flow is hell, though
+Just on another level, I'm quick to tell you 'hell no'
+And never trouble, I haven't been to jail, so
+In case you see me there, don't think, I won't rebel, or
+It's not, I don't care, just you're not playin' fair, bro'
+That's where I stand, but you better get out my chair, hoe
+Don't understand, but I bet you, hear the snare go
+When I pop you in the ear, and your head bounce on the dance floor
+Why you even think, you even had the chance for
+B.O.B.B.Y., B9, and Diaz for?
+
+[Chorus: RZA]
+Schh—you get shot in the ass for, talkin' that bullshit, and as for
+You wild niggas tryin' to rap, like you bustin' them gats, ya'll dreaming
+They be talkin' that they bustin' your cap
+And they carryin' straps, but they dreamin'
+Niggas be, dreamin', ya'll niggas just dreaming
+
+[Verse 2: Bobby Digital]
+Yo, chalked from the wood grain and alcohol, son, I chew barks
+Spin your head like Technics, made you write the new mart
+See The W footprint? Made from the shoe mark
+Yeah, it's Bob Digital, bitch, not Bob Newhart
+Splash through the Norwegian sea like Black Orca
+Sippin' on weed, next beer with Johnny Walker
+No scrutiny, no shipwreck, or mutiny
+Got the kevlar suit, don't think about shooting me
+Holding the golden scepter, you be folding
+Bow to The RZA like the great King Oden
+My wiz is mighty like is Isis, my son is like Osirus
+Wu-Tang Clan be the wisest
+Like Professor Xavier, got stock like Doctor Octavious
+More Vikings than Scandinavia, you better watch your behavior
+I be myself, so I'mma be the self savior
+
+[Chorus: RZA]
+Schh—you get shot in the ass for, talkin' that bullshit, and as for
+You wild niggas tryin' to rap, like you bustin' them gats, ya'll dreaming
+They be talkin' that they bustin' your cap
+And they carryin' straps, but they dreamin'
+Niggas be, dreamin', ya'll niggas just dreaming
+**************************************************
+Billy[Intro: RZA]
+Eh-yo, man, fuckin'..
+Mothafuckin' Billy, man
+Yeah, man
+That mothafucka, man, just called me and shit
+From fuckin', uh, some county jail, man
+Down South or some shit
+He's mothafuckin' crazy
+I thought that nigga was comin' here next week too and shit
+But I guess he went down South with them fuckin' white boys and shit
+You know he love hangin' with them white boys and shit
+
+[RZA]
+Yo, yo, yo, Billy
+He sniffed dope and swallow acid, took gulps of colt classics
+Smoked hashes, tote plastic Glocks and low jackets
+Cross country, cousin Billy with forty monkeys
+Twenty white honkys, Harley Davidson bike junkies
+In a convoy escapin' from Rosco P. Co
+And those four redneck cops who had Rodney in a sleephold
+The SWAT team, U.S. army shock team
+The snipers who shot King, infrared dot beams
+Aimed at windshields, gas tanks and wheels
+From the bank they yanked the mil, hot lead and stainless steel
+Shot through the helmets, cracked heads like Hellmanns jars
+Ripped through the roofs and blew the hood off the car
+A.T.F., F.B.I., D.E.A., chopper in the sky
+Eye witness news on standby
+Bill Beutel, it was Mit from the metly
+Mint leaf tea dipped in P.C.P., hit to the head like a D.D.T
+Hard on the gut like Mc D.L.T
+C-cipher punks put the A.P.B
+On these destroyers who was drunk off the J&B
+Ran up in A&P, hit the safe at P&C
+Documentary on A&E, eight P.M. E.S.T
+Five P.T., the ho tapin' on V.C.R
+Three victims shot, one was saved by C.P.R
+Fuckin' Billy be wildin'
+Like Robert L. Lee or Stonewall Jackson
+He always out for action
+I was at an eighteen hole golf course relaxin'
+When I received the collect call, BOODOODOODOO
+Collect call from cousin Billy
+
+[Phone Skit: RZA ("Billy")]
+(Eh-yo, Bobby, I'm in trouble)
+Yo, what's goin' on, cousin?
+What the fuck, man?
+(Listen, yo I need fifty thousand)
+Oh sh--, eh-yo, Kinetic
+Check it out, nigga said he need fifty fuckin' g's Son
+(Listen, yo, we got into a fight
+In the bar, shit was just crazy)
+Eh-yo, I heard you was fuckin' with the white boy Tommy again
+Takin' that acid, nigga
+(Yeah, oh yeah, we chillin' though
+I just need you to come get me, for real)
+No problem, son
+Yo, I'll send my nigga Kinetic down to get you and shit (Aight)
+Aight, there it is
+**************************************************
+Mesmerize[Intro: Feven (RZA)]
+Stressed out in an exclusive
+
+(This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere, bodododododo)
+Oh my God, I think I'm a havin' a rap attack
+
+[Feven]
+Go ahead and call me suburban slums of the chick
+
+Though you don't know shit about me
+Black refugee, twelve'll automatically
+Shit is funny, the way you think I'm on ya money
+Seein' mathematics, you think I'm makin' stacks, son
+After I eat, the release hit, the more mouthes to feed
+Back in Ave., countin' my gift to Gap
+
+No shame in holdin' CREAM, but it ain't what it seems
+And now I know how ya'll hate when niggas make the greens, nawhatimean?
+See ya eyes bleedin' and envy Allah in Sweden
+Britain Bahamans beemin' hatin' on my achievements, schemin'
+And turbans, try to cause turbulence
+And my essence, can't none of that shit touch my maintenance
+
+Niggas all bling, bling, don't know how to handle the thing
+It's not about how much ya earn, it's how you spend
+And I choose life, before any God damn rights
+Steppin' on some Satan shit, but I only fear twice
+
+[Chorus 2X: Feven]
+You on some hostile negative vibes
+Negative lies, the style only makes me rise
+To the top, mind states it and makes me wise
+
+I'ma keep a step ahead and mesmurize
+
+[Feven]
+Growin' up I feel like an old soul trapped in a child's body
+Mad strain on my brain but I kept most inside of me
+For sure, was a quiet type and inside a drawer
+Peeps tried to lock me out like, yeah, fun, it's for more
+Straight outta war, couldn't ignore, scenes I was seein'
+
+Quicker human being, part of Fam, by RZA, one would kill him
+Couldn't feel him, period, had to get articulate
+To express the mess, pen and paper and got blessed
+Unless, I make my path straight, when I came, I ate
+I be on some other shit, on the news front page
+
+A heart filled wit rage, feel the pain after pain
+Converted shit to positive things, I project on stage
+
+Now they wanna hate on my shine, hate on my kind
+Byut I know it's envy kid, I feel in my spine
+Ain't nothing ya'll can say or do, to make me change my point of view
+You better change ya attitude or I'mma get this bitch, son
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+
+[Interlude: RZA (Feven)]
+This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere
+(Oh my God, I think I'm havin' a rap attack)
+
+[Feven]
+My crouching tiger, gotta go hard, but still a fighter
+I'm tighter, the son got problems facin' the facts
+Survivor, ya'll can keep yappin' on the cypher
+
+I'm killin' tracks, do ya own things, pick up ya acts
+Matter of fact, if this is for ya'll to keep in mind
+073-6291535
+
+[RZA]
+And sure ya on lead, whether ya hit this bleed
+RZA ger dig kta grejer (RZA gives you the real stuff)
+
+[Feven]
+If you ain't been through shit, how can ya know shit?
+If you talk that shit, if ya get ya bones split
+I been bitin' my tongue, every time I heard somethin'
+But now it's on, and keep in mind where I'm from
+
+[Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Fight For Equality[RZA]
+**************************************************
+Bite Or Stop BarkingEpisode 3: Bite Or Stop Barking
+
+Welcome. Our exploration is now in session. Before we take this journey together, we first need to prepare our bodies and minds for what's to come. Seek out an environment that's free of distraction and then find in a comfortable position to sit. Place your hands together or rest them gently on your knees. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Place all your attention on your breathing. Feel your lungs fill with the oxygen and then release that air back into the world again. Focus on the flow. Inhale. Exhale.
+
+What lies at the end of every journey? The goal. The desire. The cheese. But there are many things that stand in our way before we reach that goal. A shrouded valley of doubt, procrastination, excuses. What do you need to build a bridge, cross the valley, and attain what you seek? But everything you need already exists in your own universe. You just have to activate it. Before you take a step, you need a plan of what needs to be built, and envision that plan. My plan was to bring the Wu-Tang Clan to the top. I told my brothers, "get on the bus. I'm taking us to be the number one hip hop group in the world." I gave them my word. And they took that leap of faith with me, because I had their trust. They understood I had a vision and look where it lead us.
+
+So now I ask you, what do you seek? What does your success look like? Give your mind a clear set destination. Visualize it. Then say it aloud. Your verbal commitment is your plan. Your planning and your preparation are the groundwork, but to push across the bridge, you need support. A wise man surrounds himself with other wise men. And this is where you'll call upon those people. I know who mine are. Even you know who some of mines are. But who are your people? Who do you rely on? Who keeps you in check? Who sees your total strength and challenge you to grow? Who demands that you fulfill your potential? Identify those individuals. Three people. See their faces. Say their names out loud.  Again. Each one is now your ally on this journey. When this exploration ends, I want you to tell those people your plan. What do you want to accomplish? Tell them in person, or by e-mail, or even with a text. But don't be flimsy about it. Do it. Give them your word and stand by it. Those people are your accountability. They're your outside pressure. They will produce that diamond in your life. They are the momentum to help you set your foot on the other side of the valley. Now say your goal to yourself one more time. And then, just after you say it, open your eyes. Spread that goal to your sidekicks and set forth on your path.
+**************************************************
+HorrorThey say wisdom is the wise words spoken
+by a brother attempting to open
+the graves of these mentally dead slaves
+
+--RZA, "The Birth (Broken Hearts)"
+
+In this culture, some of the deepest wisdom comes from horror movies. A perfect example is Night of the Living Dead. That movie and its sequels teach you about life.
+     For one thing, Night of the Living Dead predicted the dawn of crack. If you lived in the hood in the '80s, you saw that movie come to life in the street. There's a reason Public Enemy titled that song "Night of the Living Baseheads."
+     Secondly, Dawn of the Dead was the great metaphor for American society. The zombies were Americans, just walking through the mall, lost, trying to find excitement outside of themselves. They forgot that excitement is not buying a new TV; it's taking your shoes off and walking in the grass in your backyard. All those movies were really showing us ourselves.
+     When I first saw Night of the Living Dead, I was scared to death. But when I watched it again at age sixteen (when they were up to Day of the Dead), I'd gotten knowledge of myself, and could relate to what it was saying about America. The dead were alive but they were blind, deaf, and dumb. So to me, they were symbolic of black men in America.
+     The dead in those movies are alive--that's just a description of physical matter, it's active--but they don't have life. Life comes when you have knowledge, wisdom, and understanding, when you can see for real, touch and feel for real, know for real. Then you are truly living.
+     Finally, all the Of the Dead films work as metaphors for the Five Percent. The survivors are holdouts living among the mentally dead. And interestingly, they tend to be led by black men. At the same time, though, after the black man survives--he fights off destruction through the whole movie--a white man kills him.
+**************************************************
+Intro (Guided Explorations)Peace. Welcome to the Guided Explorations: Volume 1, presented by TAZO Tea. You may know me by The RZA, AKA Bobby Digital, AKA Prince Rakeem, AKA The Abbot. I'll be your guide on this journey.
+
+My career has taken many forms across all continents. And at every stage, exploration has been essential to my process. This series of Guided Explorations attempts to share that process with you. Originally developed for the Zen session of Camp TAZO, my teachings are now available to anyone, anywhere through this audio experience.
+
+So grab some tea, find a comfortable seated position, and prepare to unlock your hidden powers.
+
+You may know me as the RZA
+You may know me as the RZA
+AKA Bobby Digital
+AKA Prince Rakeem
+AKA The Abbot
+The Abbot
+AKA The Abbot
+**************************************************
+No RegretsKilla Beez control the set
+Shaolin Island, where you at?
+Medina
+
+East Coast just hold your set
+West Coast just hold your set
+Dirty South just hold your set
+Mid West just hold your set
+
+East Coast just hold your set
+West Coast just hold your set
+Dirty South just hold your set
+Mid West just hold your set
+
+Nano nano, my fammo pop more love than Soprano
+Carry ammo like Rambo, blow like Tony Montano
+Timberlands with no sandals, started off like black Sambo
+Talkin' ham bone, ham bone
+
+Haven't you heard that we switched the channel?
+On the neck is gray flannel
+Gucci cheese wit the camouflage
+Häagen-Dazs Milano cookies too hard to handle
+
+Pepperidge Farm distinctive, Godfather like Brando
+You, download my flow on your iPod Nano
+Nano nano from Austin, tea parties in Boston
+Spot that dot in your eye, you not a G til' I cross 'em
+
+Shaolin Island how your set
+East Coast just hold your set
+West Coast just hold your set
+Dirty South just hold your set
+
+There's no need to cry y'all, I gauge out your eyeballs
+Your family's like why y'all, there's blood on the white wall
+The streets wrapped in white sheets, be strapped to my right knee
+Twenty feet gorilla niggas rollin' lookin' just like me
+
+The jakes came to ID, I don't carry I.D
+You bein' fed through the vein with the IV
+In your head you're like why me?, in the bed is where I be
+Oh man, between the legs of a dime piece
+
+Tongue kiss her scented breast, her best friend is behind me
+Camcorder on Wi-Fi, recorded in widescreen
+Sent it to the iJack, to the people on my team
+Killa Beez shine, I don't need no bling bling
+
+East Coast just hold your set
+West Coast just hold your set
+Shaolin Island hold your set
+Medina hold your set
+
+East Coast just hold your set
+Mid West just hold your set
+Dirty South just hold your set
+Medina, where you at?
+
+East Coast just hold your set
+Killa Beez control the set
+Shaolin Island, where you at?
+Medina, where you at?
+
+Mid West just hold your set
+Dirty South just hold your set
+Shaolin just hold your set
+Medi, Medina, where you at?
+
+Boogie down
+Killa Beez control the set
+Shaolin Island, where you at?
+Medina, where you at?
+**************************************************
+Free Like ODB (Interlude)[Skit: RZA]
+The body is a vehicle for the mind
+You realize that your body, is basically vacumnin that space
+Into somethin from within this body
+This is why the air must come in, every breath
+Look at – I say look at ODB, okay
+A free man for real, knahmsayin’?
+His his expression of freedom, his what he wanted to do
+It was VERY free, one out of a million people
+Could deter him, from an idea, y'knahmean?
+Cause he was free to express like that, y'knahmean?
+**************************************************
+Egotist Enlightenment[Produced by RZA]
+
+[Verse 1: Robert Delong]
+I'm looking down on planet Earth
+I got a message from the universe
+But I can't communicate up here
+With the [?] people shouting far and near
+
+You got everything
+Cause you can't feel a thing
+Yeah you got everything
+But you can't feel a thing
+
+[Verse 2]
+And I'm just here to make some noise
+I've got thousands of dollars and electronic toys
+I'll make a bee to make you sting
+I'll write a song that you cannot help but sing
+
+[Pre-Chorus 1]
+So I got everything
+But I can't feel a thing
+Yeah I got everything
+But I can't feel a thing
+
+[Chorus 1]
+And I got everything
+But I can't feel a thing
+
+[Verse 3]
+They're looking up from planet Earth
+They ask me how the fuck I get my amnesty from work
+They know I live inside a cage
+My mind creates an anchor for perception's sake
+
+[Pre-Chorus 2]
+Where we feel everything
+Where we see everything
+Where I am everything
+Yeah I am everything
+
+[Chorus 2 x4]
+Yeah I am everything
+Yeah I am everything
+**************************************************
+Tears of a samurai[Chorus: Thea]
+Oh whoa, these tears that I've had
+They here, have no, word
+Then roll, each time each pain
+I fell insane
+[RZA]
+Fury in my eyes, sword on my side
+Escape death to become immortalized
+Afro on my head, the black Samurai
+Number One, I bring a whole nation alive
+I'm the leader of the Clan, you can tell from the headband
+Spirit of God, become one inside man
+Except all challengers, leave 'em in bandages
+Sword won't ceist til my enemy vanishes
+
+[Chorus II: Thea]
+And so your tables have turned
+Only now with you and I've burned
+Were these sweet memories?
+In the rain
+[RZA]
+Yo, I'm the master of disaster, no one swing a sword faster
+I warned you, the'll be tears after the laughter
+Now I'm 30 years, after the rapture
+War blood will be spilt, we start a new chapter
+Fury in my eyes, sword on my side
+Afro on my head, I'm a black Samurai
+Number One, I bring my whole nation alive
+Escape death, to become immortalized
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Chorus II]
+[RZA]
+Yo, yo, dogs out to chase these cats, in the jungle
+Rats wanna snatch that cheese, in the jungle
+Bears want honey from bees, in the jungle
+Birds wanna nest in the trees, in the jungle
+Squirrels try'nna catch a nut, in this jungle
+Pigs wild around in the muds, in this jungle
+Lions on the hunt for the beef, in these jungles
+Hyena roll around thirty deep, in these jungles
+Try'nna snatch ice from the penguins, while I'm stingling
+I see shorty wop, she got those ill rings jingling
+They jingling, baby, I heard Ringling
+Barnum & Bailey was in this place, shit is crazy
+What's a man to do in this jungle?
+Live life on the hunt full, in the jungle
+When hamsters come and try to snatch a crumb from you
+What a man 'pose to do, in this jungle?
+If you can talk to animals in this jungle
+Would you allow the slouth to come amongst you
+Would you break bread, or instead
+Get the thirty-thirty scope and put one in your head
+Put one in the head...
+
+[Chorus II]
+**************************************************
+If Not YouEpisode 4: If Not You, Who?
+
+It's time to step into the exploration. Today, we are in search of our true self. But first, we prime the mind and the body. It begins in a sacred place free of life's noise. Sit yourself down in a comfortable but alert position, with posture that lets the air flow easily in and out of your lungs. Put your hands together. Rest them gently on your knees. Close your eyes. Breathe in through your nose and slowly out through your mouth. Continue with patience. Match my flow. Feel every inhale and every exhale. Flow in. Flow out.
+
+Today we want to reach inside and uncover the fullest version of ourself. When I was young, I did just this. It lead me to my chosen name, The Divine Prince Rakeem. I chose a name that I had to live up to, a prince in the ghetto. It gave me strength and it forced me to be original. I later on became the RZA. Rakeem Zig-Zag-Zig Allah. Always reaching. Always growing. Now it's time for you to look deep down within yourself and visualize your true self. This begins with altering your physical stance, which has a tremendous impact on your mental state. The right pose can help you think in deeper, more abstract ways, and encourage you to take risks.
+
+Rise up with me now. I want you to take on the stance of a warrior. Take a lunge-like position with your back leg straight and your front leg bending forward at the knee. Now slide your back foot a little big and feel the strength in your balance. Place your hips and shoulders forward so that they are parallel with each other. Keep your breath steady. Make sure your feet remain rooted to the ground. Now become the warrior. Extend your arms as if you're ready to attack. Breathe. Hold it. Even when it gets hard, let your muscles generate with each other. Life is hard, but only through great struggle come ease. Push. Push yourself harder.
+
+Since the first day we entered this world, we had to push ourselves out of a tight situation. A warrior has the ability to push through. Laser beam focus. Our goal is for the body to act in unison with itself. In unison with the mind. If your body knows that every other part is working as one, you can uncover a greater power. You can push that boulder up the hill. Feel the strength in your stance. Feel the confidence that it creates. Visualize yourself in this warrior stance. Now name it. This is you. From this pose, you can take on anything. Remain here as you call to mind the next obstacle that you must overcome. How will you approach it differently with the strength you now possess. Repeat this exercise with a variety of obstacles. Like a kung fu master, there's great power within you. Now how will you use it?
+
+As you move towards the exit of our exploration, I want you to remember this stance and the confidence that comes with it. Return to it any time you feel overwhelmed and ask, "how will this version of my warrior self respond to this challenge?"
+
+Take a deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Again. Focus on the flow. Inhale and exhale. Slow. Smooth. And return to your day and carry with you what you have learned.
+**************************************************
+So High (G-13){*sampled woman singing "So High" in background
+Throughout whole track*}
+
+[Intro: ??? (RZA)]
+Yeah son, 36 dirty
+(Smoked out.. oh.. smokin.. smokin)
+Oh, yeah man, It's Not a Game son
+Yo Ra man (Smokin) Yo Ra man, bring it back
+We gotta bring them ten of them, nahI'msayin?
+And don't forget that Remy with the.. (Smokin) that Henny, knowImean?
+And that big booty bitches with it ripped off
+With the jiggles on, knowI'msayin?
+Yeah bring some big women and smoke it
+Get high over here, knowI'msayin? (Smokin)
+Straight like that baby
+Let them niggas know what's up Ra
+
+[RZA]
+BZZZZ..
+Killa Bee will sting, blitz from the sticky green
+I had the chocolate thai mixed with the G-13
+From the supercali-fragalistic twisted
+Throat dry as brownies, I had to sip a Mystic
+Called up Johnny Blaze cuz I know he like to smoke
+He said for migraine headaches weed be the anti-dote
+Brown bags got more seeds than a cantaloupe
+Northern Lights have you runnin like wild antelopes
+Seen through a microscope, crystallized T.H.C
+I mix mine with the Digi soaked in minty leaf
+And I puff.. puff and I smoke the smoke
+{*coughs three times*} ..but I didn't choke
+
+[Timbo King]
+Blaze up, and let's smoke 'til we hazed up
+What you drinkin? Lemonade or Henny straight up?
+Super-high motherfucker, nigga, Wake Up
+And cop a bag of that good shit
+Eh-yo, dip that shit, nigga, one pull and pass
+Smoke 'til ya lungs collapse and hit ya ass
+'Dro, evergreen, ever seen seeds?
+No, you never seen trees like these
+Budded, with the crystal studded
+I'm blunted with the pistol, shut it
+Keep smokin.. {*inhales*} super-high nigga
+I'm whino real, fifty sack of that good shit
+From the hood shit
+Got the Remy on my side 'til death do us
+Eyes low, breath smellin like hydro
+I'm high yo, up in the Tahoe bumpin Faith
+Keep gats like G's son, just in case
+Blackjack Las Vegas, we puff God shivegas
+High outta my mind, forgot what today is
+It's Bo King blunted, chokin on the Arizona
+Smoke scream effects, smell the green marijuana
+{*inhales*}
+
+[Outro: ??? (Timbo King)]
+So High girl, Ohwee (Uh, good shit, good shit)
+So High, So High, uh
+(We got yo nostrils flaired smokin on the chocolate)
+Ah.. Killa Bee drama.. look at the chick yo she high..
+Yeah.. I'm gettin all that baby
+I'm only gon' get ya high one time
+Seen? Yeah, we gon' get you high over here
+NahI'msayin? Mix some of this Cognac
+Mix it back baby, get some realy tonic here
+Straight up G mackin up in here baby
+Black dust on the road with this.. flow
+Goin on and on, didn't I try to tell ya?
+Yeah, straight up Wu-Tang baby
+Nigga, knowI'msayin? Umm-hmm
+This is what you need, I'm So High girl
+I just wanna lay a little guerilla back on a sweetback baby
+That's what I'm tryin to tell ya, umm-hmm
+**************************************************
+Wise Men (Interlude)[RZA]
+Christians say that you can study all day
+Pray all day, and chant all day
+But you get to heaven faster
+If you hang with the wise men
+Yeah I would say once you got inspired spark
+Y'know, you strive, to, y'know
+You gotta put, y'know you gotta keep puttin wood on it as they say
+Right? Keep it burnin or whatever
+You gotta find a way to keep it burnin
+But then there's the optimum side of it
+That's the burnin fire that's burnin but it don't burn
+Knahmean? Just in life, like the sun
+You know the sun is seen, like that
+But it's like a eternal sun that
+That it is on regardless, you just on
+You just free from, y'know
+Shit don't work on you no more
+The story of the villain
+**************************************************
+Thirsty[Intro: Beretta 9 (RZA)]
+Drip, drip
+It's hot outside man (drop, drop) One, two
+I know niggas is +Thirsty+ (boodoodoodooodoodoo)
+(Bobby Digital) One, two
+It's hot outside (Bo-Bo-Bo-Bo)
+About a motherfuckin' hundred degrees, humid
+(Bo-Bobby, yeah, Digital)
+And niggas is +Thirsty+ (Di-Di-Di-Digital)
+
+[Beretta 9 (RZA)]
+Ayo, this I dedicate to niggas who bust guns
+All my live niggas who sold Vamps and didn't +Run+
+My juveniles wild to stay out past their curfew
+A build upon life and drink beers like their pops do
+A subject of the streets, yo kid it's +Burning Season+
+Don't expose the joint without intentional reason
+Summer time (Digital), dehydrated, niggas out to quench thirst
+Quench thirst, we might want to stay in home, oh fuck it
+Rock the camo', I got the ammo
+A long shot, look like I play for the Knicks
+So call me Rambo, Beretta 9, Killarm' recon' (Digital)
+Rob me, I might rob you, then it be on
+
+[RZA]
+Digital...
+Radical +White Boy+ push skate board, not Mountain Dew
+Old splash, d'ya see that bright yellow shirt with the Wu W?
+Faced you with the flight of a butter fly wing
+Fierce as the eagle, sting of the underground beatle
+Might wobble or fall down inside the squabble
+In summer time, cracked the ice cold bottle
+Take the swallow, and give all praises due to the true
+And do the Dew, just do the Dew, do the Dew...
+**************************************************
+Never[Ad lib: RZA]
+Yo, exclusive (exclusive)
+(I'm inside the motherfucking refrigerator)
+J.. J-Love
+
+[Intro: RZA]
+Yo, it makes no sense
+Why the fuck is y’all niggas so dense?
+Trying to jump the fence
+You trying to make a dollar out of 15 cents
+Like this nigga Flint, he had no fucking sense
+
+[Verse 1: RZA]
+Trying to disrespect the Prince, make a hit like Bucky Dent
+Money clip clenched, all his dollars and cents
+Wouldn't give a dime to a wench
+Even though catching cream was a cinch
+From still penny pinch on the park bench
+Holding his nine inch tight as a wrench
+Bent til’ his eye squint
+FZA-FZA-FZA-Flusty from the dust, you could smell the stench
+Money green cream from wintergreen mints
+Spent his time in limousines, slightly tint
+Wherever he went, cause an incident
+With 10 henchmen jumping outta doors, suspension Lincoln
+Ready for lynching any competition, thinking
+They could catch him while he be drinking
+Big niggas be shrinking when he come through
+A major player, said he was the Alpha and Omega
+But still slipped the 40 ounce from the local bodega
+Wait…wait, this fucker, Money Talk like Chris Tucker
+Bitch stuck a shoe game like Miss Rucker
+
+[Chorus x2: RZA]
+Never give your gun to a friend
+'Cause he’ll never bring it over again
+Never leave your ho alone
+With your dog, 'cause he might try to bury his bone
+
+[Verse 2: Free Murda]
+What’s this O talk about, she used to have blocks
+I don’t wanna hear about ya man crack spots
+I don’t wanna hear about that van with black Glocks
+About 102 of us like the dogs wit’ the black dots
+Better keep ya mind and ya hand on that stashbox
+We rolled up with more cars than that Matchbox
+Pop one right in ya chat box, niggas don’t wanna gatbox
+They wan’ chatbox, my gat cocked
+Have niggas taking up back blocks
+Can’t walk through the middle 'cause they talk just a little
+Too much, niggas want more than a little
+That’s too much, for a draw, send a dog to his kennel
+He boozed up, like a plumber, keep my tools up
+I’m icy, the R.L. Stine, I got the Goosebumps
+Got hit in the head, that’s how he dumbfounded
+Got hit so much he thought he was surrounded
+Now I’m lounging, been had them thousands
+Free stack more bricks than a project housing
+My guns make Five Hearts Beat, like Robert Townsend
+I be five cars deep, right in ya town, son
+Talking all slick ’til I send that kite
+He ain’t “Three’s Company”, pumping Nicks at Nite
+We ain’t need company, we got chicks at night
+Niggas need company 'cause we got fifths at night (blaow!)
+
+[Chorus x2: RZA]
+Never give your gun to a friend
+'Cause he’ll never bring it over again
+Never leave your ho alone
+With your dog, 'cause he might try to bury his bone
+**************************************************
+Making MovesEpisode 5: Making Moves
+
+Peace. For this exploration, I wanna stray from what we have done in the past. I want to take you outside and literally explore. Be mindful you don't have to be still. Your eyes don't have to be closed. Meditation just means you are aware of your inner and outer self. So put on some kicks and let's go outside to a place where you can stretch your legs, move around, you know. If you need to, just hit pause, and I'll wait for you.
+
+Are you ready? Let's do this.
+
+I want you to start walking. A little slower than normal. Try to keep yourself in a straight line. As you walk, focus on your breath. In through your mouth. Feel your chest rise up and fall. Flow in. Flow out. Keep breathing.
+
+Before Wu-Tang was Wu-Tang, I walked all over Staten Island. I mean I walked the Parkhill Projects to Stapleton to New Brighton. I took the long route to up Targee Street, down Van Duzer, and then up the big hill on Ceber Avenue. Those walks in Shaolin built wisdom in me, and they revealed to me what I wanted to do and what I could do, and most importantly, what I should do. How to take on the obstacle or avoid a trap? How to build Wu-Tang? How to launch a label? How to create music not only for the children of my generation, but even the children of future generations. I want you to find wisdom in your walk. Slowly let your focus drift to your legs. Be mindful of every step, lifting each foot up, moving your leg forward, placing it down again. Feel every part of every step. As you do, look around you. Slowly take in the sights. Are they new? Or have you been looking at these things your whole life? Look closer. Is there something there you've never realized? And let your mind become more focused. Think about the goal that lies ahead. Analyze it. Then start to form a plan. Continue this. Think about the obstacles and the opportunities on your path to that goal. Now assess them. Turn these ideas over in your mind as many times as you like. Again and again and again. Multiplying, adding, subtracting, divide them. Don't stop walking until you feel settled. It could take hours and that's cool.
+
+The great Indian monk who helped found the Shaolin, he walked from India to China. That's a lot of miles. When I was stuck trying to figure out my screenplay for my movie, I walked through the streets of Pittsburgh. It was the steel heritage of that city that gave me the inspiration to think about making our character have iron fists strong as steel.
+
+When your mind feels clear, turn around and head back. Take the same path. This time look at your conclusions from a different perspective. What is the flip side of each obstacle. Each opportunity. Pressure test your plan. When we change our surroundings, we open up new perspective and higher levels of thought. That's why I take walks to this very day. What can you use from this walk to move forward in your life? Maybe it's a tangible plan. Maybe it's just the awareness you've created. My walks lead me to the Wu-Tang and remain a vital part of my process. Where will your walks take you?
+
+We're approaching the end of our exploration, and as you press stop on this, just remember that you can return whenever you want, and the RZA will be here waiting to explore with you. Peace. Bong Bong.
+**************************************************
+Afro Samurai Theme (first movement)D12
+The Underground EP
+Derelict Theme
+
+[Kon Artis]
+I damage your neck
+With the butt of the tech
+Vandalous sex
+Cuttin' you ear to ear
+With the razor of my Gillette
+You couldn't get respect
+If you was a captain or a cadet
+Granddaddy, daddy, or uncle who's a Vietnam vet
+I'll battle you 50 deep
+Solo artist shocker dead beat
+Derelicts on the loose
+Wylin' like thugs outta prison with slugs
+While y'all start screaming
+Like grasses in a submission
+(Lay down your pot to piss in)
+Blow up the house you live in
+Believe me, we greedy
+And often you is easy
+Your whole album cheesy
+Because you got platinum artists on it
+Don't make it hot
+We steamroll with real niggas
+And that's something that you not
+I'm vampin what you got
+Then setting up camp at your spot
+Foiling your plot
+Every rhyme that you jot
+I rock to the six like musty twat
+A dead corpses that been cut up
+And left in abandoned lots
+Ya, derelicts theme
+Comparing your team
+To ours is a fucked up dream
+The shit I done seen
+Has turned me to a scandalous fiend
+Sticking your peeps for cream
+Gators or boots, nigga, I'm crushing your dreams
+As foul as it seems
+Dismantling spleens til your whole clique's
+Walking funny like handicapped juggling teams
+I rumble with kings
+More humble with seen
+Until it's time for me to kill again
+Sincerely yours, the Kon Artis
+
+[Chorus]
+Ay yo
+Competition of none's such
+Derelicts the one must
+Let the guns bust
+Brigade one trust
+Untouched
+Martyr a mic
+Slaughter your life
+Runnin avenue soldiers bitch
+It's water and trife
+Competition ain't none such
+Derelicts the one must
+Let the guns bust
+It's Brigade one trust
+Untouched
+Martyr a mic
+Slaughter your life
+Runnin' avenue soldiers bitch
+Smarter and trife
+
+[Bizarre]
+Who's the fat bastard
+Rapping that mo' master
+Snorting coke that's whiter than Casper
+Better run faster
+I can out-smoke all of you motherfuckers
+And bitch I was born with asthma
+Fuck life, I'd rather track Jack Daniels
+Smoke weed and rape Cockerspaniels
+A peeping Tom, nigga I need Ridalin
+Fuck girls
+Bitch I only date senior citizens
+Your grandma, nigga I'm the one that vic'd her
+Next time you rush me
+You better be a little bit quicker
+Run your streets in the house
+And make full of malt liquor
+I'm lettin' you throw the first blow
+And bring ten of your toughest niggas
+End ya year
+Like the last day of December
+(But did you rape that bitch?)
+I was so drunk I can't remember
+I used to be in a group
+We had an argument who was the hottest
+Now both them niggas is dead
+And I roll as a solo artist
+
+Chorus
+
+[Kuniva]
+Look bitch you stressed out
+I divide these bullets equally among your crew
+And give you five so you don't feel left out
+Like red the hammer
+I'm nailing niggas in they spleens
+Just to make walking again a sympathetic dream
+Energetic schemes
+Rap vandal and dismantle
+Tackle MC's and wax you
+Like your rap name was Candle
+Grabbing a mic with no handles
+Leaving you dusty
+Like walking the desert in old sandals
+If you weeded or drunk
+Keep your heat in your trunk
+We beat you to lumps
+Swell you up with permanent mumps
+We dangerous playa
+Cuffin' my chews
+Spittin the phlegm out
+Getting at you whether you coming out
+Or you been out
+You never exempt
+From this murderous attempt
+I'm telling you pimp
+Undeniably you are a loss
+Invincible, why you trying to be a mind boss
+If the Kon Artis say it then it's done
+With or without a gun
+Eat a track and spit out a drum
+Bust one
+Trust none
+Playing the game of death
+Take your last breath
+'Til your last name is left
+
+Chorus
+**************************************************
+..
+**************************************************
+Sheep State (Interlude)[RZA]
+If the 85 are in the sheep state of mind, right?
+They still B-rain in the sheep state of mind
+It's just, which way are you leadin the sheep?
+Off the cliff?
+Or to some grazin grass so it can grow
+And have a full productive life?
+**************************************************
+On Tha GroundThis is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop
+Not that skinny bitch Cameron although she's hot
+Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie
+Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me
+Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it down
+In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound
+Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways
+I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway
+[Petter (RZA)]
+Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler
+Fr dessa snubbars problem
+Jag silar snacket p scen
+Det r vad dom sger nr jag har gtt
+Vad dom skriver p sitt nt
+Hur jag lt, hur jag var
+Vad jag sa, var jag bra
+Var jag keff, var jag deff
+Var jag aight, var jag tight
+Var jag nice, var jag bajs
+Var jag ingenting alls
+Var jag kung, var jag tung
+(Fuck that shit)
+Om do inte diggar min stil man
+(Nigga, fuck that shit)
+[RZA]
+Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my bitch
+Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck with my whip
+Don't fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip
+Or I might get the Glock, son, and fuck with this clip
+Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin'
+Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's
+Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline
+And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians
+[Feven]
+Yo
+Let the world witness some real shit 'bout to go down
+RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound
+When it's laid, history already made
+We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders
+Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N
+Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin
+In act two, this is my chance to blast through
+And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too
+Down here on the ground - ? (repeat 4X)
+[RZA]
+Nigga-nigga-nigga what?
+Down here on the ground, we fuck niggas up
+We break shit down, yo look
+The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs
+Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet
+Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova
+Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders
+Best to back the fuck up, my mag buckin' up
+The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up
+Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier
+Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya
+[Diaz]
+There's a lot of shit that separates y'all from me
+I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me
+If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me
+A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me
+I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky
+Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that cock be
+Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands
+Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance
+[Petter]
+Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav
+Vi tar till publikhat
+Det r alltid likadant, hr ditt prat I publikhav
+Jag klarar mig sjlv
+Fixar mitt shit sjlv
+Slashar mitt shit vl
+Drar in cash varje kvll
+Stndigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikvll
+G p scen I ett svart kldesstll
+Jag r som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jvla stil
+Jag r som en hundra formel ett, fast I en jvla bil
+[Feven]
+Let me bring more, spit more, kick more shit
+I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick
+I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips
+You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss that's killin' this
+Down here on the ground - ? (repeat 6X)
+**************************************************
+Slow Grind FrenchBobby? Bonsoir, tu es là?
+Enfin, je t'attendais toute la soirée
+Viens pres de moi, contre moi
+Embrasse moi, caresse moi
+Je sais que tu as envie de moi
+
+Je sais que, on pourrait etre proches
+Bobby Digital, tu es merveilleux
+J'ai envie de toi, tout de suite, maintenant
+Plus pret encore, encore dans l'oreille, encore pret du corps
+On pourrait parler toute la soirée
+Si tu as envie de moi
+Si tu as seulement une petite envie
+Comme j'ai envie de toi
+S'il te plait, encore contre toi
+
+Bobby
+**************************************************
+Cousins(Doc Gineco)
+Moi j'doute parfois j'ai envie d'pêcher
+Regarde nous, essayes donc d'écouter
+Lis seul, avoir du goût, dans l'rap en français
+Ca f 'ra kiffer les cains-ri et ça tu l'sais
+Ca m'donne le fou-rire, mais y a pire
+Etudier pour l'entreprise, qu'elle prenne tout ... ma matiére grise
+Chez Virgin Rue, y a qu'des innocents
+J'suis l'messager, j'aime pas l'argent
+J'ai l'sens de l'humour....noir
+J'fais d'la médecine, et j'suis médecin
+Un protecteur ... à l'écriture ... libre
+Avec du fric, c'est la fin du générique
+La radio, me dit l'heure qu'il est..
+Et ce rappeur me dit le temps qu'il fait...
+
+(Cilvaringz)
+Yo, all you analog Manchu Dirty Rotten shits
+Pointin' Fingers at my high-frequency relationships
+We Fam son, Wu-Tang International
+Lacerate the analog, fabricate that Digital
+Track, mingles with my tiger mental on the beast
+Slice a physical with the RZA lotus leaf
+Allah savagely impoint, evaporatin' Shieks
+My crane slash tarantula, conquerin' the East
+You must be flippin'
+To come across the force of the razor whippin's
+I be swingin' at you chickenheads
+You're fuckin' with my Cousins, Doc Gyne'
+We're all Cousins, Doc, Cil and Bob Digi
+
+(Doc Gineco)
+Révéler une star, pour faire du bénéf
+
+Je suis faible et j'suis à gauche
+Je suis le chef, le proprio
+Que vive les femmes par ma chair et mes os
+Délit non-intentionnel...
+Quand j'te cause, elles sont pas en cause
+Tous les pensants seraient choqués
+Ma bouche... ne saurait se taire
+J'aime trop les femmes en solitaire
+J'ai une identité nouvelle pour toutes les femelles
+{*3X*}
+
+Ouais...remet..remet...remet....please
+
+(RZA)
+Yo, one taste of the applehead, shorty wop wants to marry it
+The weight on my mind, the average woman couldn't carry it
+Bob Digi-tech in mix-matched shoes and gold specs
+Gravitation pull to the opposite sex
+Most dynamic superb universal black woman
+Ain't nothin' in the universe like a black woman
+With love and treasure deeper than any gold nugget
+Drug kid, make you go across a nigga head like Razor Ruddock
+Attackin' y'all, my pressure be backin' y'all against the wall
+Have it rainin' Ninja Starz and rubbin' alcohol
+And razor blades, watch your life fade away
+You get decay, yo.. BOODOODOODOO
+One came for the money, one came for the pussy
+One came to be a star, one came to play hookey
+One came to catch a vic, one came to stick shit
+**************************************************
+Enlightened Statues (Interlude)[instrumental for 40 seconds]
+[RZA]
+Let's say you say look at someone old like statues
+See Buddha, you see laughing Buddha, you see the crying Buddha
+You see a sleeping Buddha, you see the tall Buddha
+You see the Buddha... you see the female Buddha
+You see all these different, variations
+These are all different kind of personalities
+Or different kind of ways that they have reached the light
+You can laugh yourself into the light
+You got the drunken Buddha, I mean the drunk monk
+Y'knahmean? That's why you can drink yourself into enlightenment
+But the side effects of whatever you doin, y'knahmean?
+Is gonna determine how long you're gonna enjoy your enlightenment
+**************************************************
+Beat You Down[Chorus: RZA]
+I'mma beat you down, to the ground
+I'mma beat you down, fool
+I'mma beat you down, to the ground
+I'mma beat you down, dude
+I'mma put my foot on yo ass
+I'mma break you down, fool
+I'mma beat your face with this bat
+I'mma beat you down, boy
+I'll beat you down, to the ground
+I'll beat you down, yo
+I'll beat you down, to the ground
+I'll beat you down, fool
+
+[Reverend William Burke]
+Yo, dark hallways, dead bodies, it's always
+Rats and the O'Jays, songs from the old days
+The Chi got a lotta bitter freeze and cold days
+Hardly ever went to school, had a lot of snow days
+Roll wraps on slow days, and it didn't take long
+Before I figured out, these hoes pays
+My uncle put me on, stuck, in his old ways
+Leaving suckers shook, stuck, in them old graves
+Ya'll know the repertoire, I got the peddle to the metal
+Like a rebel, and I know just where the weapons are
+Ghetto superstar, pushing a super car
+A.M.G., C.L.K., C-Allah
+Limousines, DVD's, TV's, bar
+S.U.V.'s, O.G.'s who travel far
+Black on black, double R, we hustle, pa
+Stumble hard, bubble double on the boulevard
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Young Dirty Bastard]
+Freestyle king, top I'm going soar
+I'm polishing off with a blood damn saw
+Feed it to your tongue, you ain't hungry no more
+Keep stabbing ya, until your jaw's ripped out
+No mouth piece, nigga, your teeth is knocked out
+I'mma keep swinging, I'mma keep swinging
+I'mma keep dinging, I'mma keep stinging, ahhh
+Jumping on the walls, spider never falls
+Lighters in the air, writing on walls
+I'mma beat you down, like you stole something from me
+Cousing Sha might put something in your tummy!!!
+
+[Chorus]
+**************************************************
+Take sword pt. ii"Take the sword"
+"The sword?"
+"Come on, give me the sword"
+"Huh?"
+"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
+"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
+"Pick up the sword!"
+
+Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy
+I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
+I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
+Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
+Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger
+Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya
+Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric
+No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static
+Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets
+Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit
+Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us
+All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers
+And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably
+Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body
+So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn
+My click fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn
+I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne
+They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm
+And slice ya fucking throat while you lay there in sperm
+They related to the judge, to the case, to the germ
+You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy
+I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
+I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
+Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
+Frickles and fragles, nigga, get too fragile
+Pump the fuck up, my brain, is on Scrabble
+
+Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on
+You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on
+What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon
+Thinking that you were the shit, nah, that's once upon
+I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip
+Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit
+My niggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick
+Probably til midnight until, scheeming on pussy to split
+And then we back like crack, nigga, take a swig of that
+Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid
+Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state
+Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass
+Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave
+
+"Take the sword"
+"The sword?"
+"Come on, give me the sword"
+"Huh?"
+"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
+"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
+**************************************************
+The Lonely Shepherd 2004[Intro: RZA]
+Yo, I wanna dedicate this song to O-Ren Ishii
+We gonna bring it like this, down, yo
+One-two, it's called the Ode to O-Ren Ishii, aiyo
+
+[RZA]
+This is an ode to O-Ren Ishii
+Half Chinese/half Japane-see, half American
+Oh what a specie, a feminine perfection
+She had the sinister cat eyes, with the freckles on her complexion
+Chief of the Yakuza, but she's wicked like Medusa
+And she had Crazy 88 killers, *chka-ka* that'll slice right through ya
+Quick to chop your head off, then wipe the blood off
+A long range sniper shot she bust, never let a dud off
+You got a minute to pray and a second to die
+You see the devil reflectin' inside of her eye
+But since she was a little girl, she never would cry
+She seen so much pain and tragedy, I'll explain to you why
+She grew up on the military base, where she had to face
+Her mother, and her father being sadly erased
+The blood drop from her tear drops, on her face, you seen the smear spots
+She silently watched, as the shogun sliced through her dear pops
+Through his thick skull, now she's vicious like a pitbull
+And when it comes to hatred, and revenge??
+*SSSS-SSS* Ahh, man, she got a shit full
+O-Ren Ishii, half Chinese/half Japane-see, half American
+Oh what a specie... Cottonmouth.., revenge is a thesis
+She been bustin' off kneecaps, since the age of eleven
+But fuckin' the enemy to death, that was her favorite weapon
+And the debt you paid in hell, can't be paid in heaven
+You better get on your knees, and started praying to the reverend
+Bon appetit, boy, revenge is so sweet
+Especially on a cold dish, she has no wish
+But to cut your day short, like the winter solstice
+And a chance to receive mercy from her, was hopeless
+O-Ren Ishii, half Chinese/half Japane-see
+Half American, muaww, and oh, what a species
+**************************************************
+Samurai ShowdownGet your gun
+Yo yo, it's a samurai showdown, samurai showdown
+Aight, DZA, how dare you challenge me?
+You will die from the tip of my sword today
+The trenches, we must remain calm
+Right, prepare to die
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, yo, hailin' from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw
+Talon twirl and one swirl of the fatal sword splits your Island
+Wu killa bees stingers back on the swarm again
+The alarm again, six direction weapon deflection
+Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets
+Steel fragments bein' chipped off a singing sword slash
+With the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag
+He drove a ninety nine Jaguar quick to pick a lock
+Lick a shot, respect the bloods and crips a lot
+Plus the God from ride saggin' in his seat
+Blastin' wu beats tryin' to plot his next hit
+He took a drag of the eight elements that composed
+Atmospheric gas, 'bout to let off his sword
+And full blast kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus
+Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus deluxe strok
+Son move like a ghost, struck in an instance
+Unnoticed like a lamp post, radar sharp precision gunfire
+Explode till his clips unload, it's a samurai code
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Time for everyone to go accord
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Time for everybody to go accord
+Crept in silent, the steel wind, chrome silencers screwed on tight
+Kept the gunshots just sealed in, we attack, full fledge
+With Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads swing
+With the force of a sledge, single-edge stainless steel blade
+Chopped the wedge, slit this analog derelicts head
+Who even thought that he could go against the truth and the Gods
+And fall back from the will of Allah, you'll be facin' the firing squad
+Of a thousand archers out to mark ya
+The bill top scully king blocks bullest like jelly beans
+Birds in my nest restin up on the telly scene
+Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony can't accept?
+What you analog cats be tellin' me, I get the verbal weapon
+Won't hesitate for one second to break your back
+Like big jack from tekken
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords
+**************************************************
+The North Sea[RZA and Diaz conversating on a boat]
+[RZA]
+Yeh, this some good motherfuckin weed man, fo real
+Niggas got me out here on the Norwegian sea
+Yo Diaz, I'm sayin what, we gone see a whale fo real?
+[Diaz] Of course, of course
+[RZA] We gone do, let me see that motherfucker
+[Diaz] When we get that motherfucker, kill 'em
+[RZA] KILL 'em
+[Diaz] We gone eat that shit
+[RZA] Oh, ya'all niggas eat whales?
+[Diaz] Hell yeah
+[RZA]
+Nah nah, I can't, I can't kill no whales
+Oh man, I heard thet were here before us man
+What the fuck is that right there comin close and shit
+Oh we gone se Moby Dick
+[Diaz] Finn fram harpunen'a. (Find the harpoon)
+[RZA]
+Hey damn, hey yo, nigga, one right there
+OH SHIT, OH OH, HOLD ON NIGGA HOLD ON, HOLD ON
+(The beat starts)
+[Diaz]
+D-I-A-Z
+And the R-Z-A
+Yo yo yo yo
+I'ma turn my aim up, cause I spit overseas now
+My head's supplece now, got a new rease now
+I've been local, but my rep's gonna increase now
+Prevent that, find ya self in a tight squeeze now
+I really feel, we all need some hip-hop police now
+It's all about C's now, too many MC's now
+Please now listen, I'm takin somebodys place
+Fuck who that be, ya'all cats can't hold it like me
+Though I'm not from no famous, borough or state
+I've spent years in this shit, more than eight
+I'm more than great, I cross more borders than weight
+I serve you 24/7, ya'all can order this shit late
+And choose the language too, just go ahead
+You want norwegian or the spanish row instead
+Toma, para los que pueren entender (Spanish)
+Til de som str og ler, vi fr bent dem ner (norwegian)
+(=For those who are standin there laughin, we bend them down)
+Nei(=no), I can't compare, ya'all shit this hot
+Ya'll can't flow like Diaz, or make peace like RZA
+
+[Chorus][RZA]
+Ta ra ratta Ta ra ra ratta
+Yo, yo
+We like to get, get high
+Chase ????, chop
+Ski, feel the breeze
+Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea
+[Diaz]
+Heard ya'all Mc's talk alot, let's get back to this
+I dont know if ya know this, but ya facts are twist
+Up and coming motherfuckers just act as if
+What they need to learn about is what practice is
+Ya'all should get a teacher, who you lack is Chris
+It be funny to see how you react to this
+I'm like that +Activist+, I run up with bombs
+While screamin 'fuck rap', with C-4 in both palms
+I keep spittin after I blew off both arms
+RZA came through, I'm used to flow over tarms
+Beef that is, I'm tryin to reach these kids
+Go head to head with these labels, beat their bids
+Do whatever it taes, I never shit slide
+Bout to switch on they ass like Jekyll to Hyde
+Nobody takes me for a ride, put it to side
+That's not an option, time for me to go outside
+Hard to knock loose, cool with that much pride
+God's my witness, I dont got too much to hide
+That wasent the truth, Virgin Mary would I cry?
+Peeped it with closed gates and I've would've fried
+
+[Chorus]
+We like to get, get high
+Smoke, smoke, lah, lah
+Trees, and feel the breeze
+Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea
+I might, get my, my big, big G-A-T
+And start the squeeze, 16 shots at you crab MC'z
+Nigga, we can get high, high
+Chase ????, chop
+Ski, feel the breeze
+Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea
+I might get, get my, my big
+And squeeze 16 at you ????? rappers wanna touch my team
+Nigga, we smoke, smoke lah, lah
+Can, can get, get high
+Ski, feel the breeze
+Y'all can't fuck with this cat from the northeren sea
+{*airplane takes off*}
+**************************************************
+Wu-World Order (Version 1)[Chorus x4: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan]
+Wu World Order
+
+[Verse 1: La the Darkman]
+Yo; Niggas is feeble, I'm calm but violent like Ben Siegel
+I’m anti-evil, plus I touch a desert eagle
+My life's illegal, slave man princess' is equal
+The devil’s lethal, he killed a hundred million people
+I'm Darkman, Iceman, La, Wu-Tang Clan
+Trapacanty, sensei, ¿comprendé?
+My marine corps, straight from the Trojan war
+Black-capped crusader, trapped off, flame thrower
+Stuck a chain store when I was dirt poor for my reward
+Next week the Germans have me on a bulletin board
+I beat that case, they couldn't identify my face
+I'm triple darkness, silence or I'll have you erased
+Me and my Wu pirates start riots with Osiris
+Math, I apply it, kill you, but I'm quiet
+Respect the Abbott, it's Love Allah
+Shine like a superstar, sting with the cobra claw, what?
+
+[Chorus x8: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan]
+Wu World Order
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Yo; I enter through the chamber of your ear
+In a high-pitched silent tone only a dog could hear
+And impregnate you, with the wisdom of the Wu
+Then your subconscious dreams come constantly true
+Have you in such deep thought
+Your pulse and blood pressure's so low
+You diagnosed as corpse
+Having outer body experience, Clan no interference
+Everything with physical form, lose appearance
+We become one with the formulas, now you feel the strongest
+Escape, trample lies, you live for the longest
+Live a thousand years in a day
+Without opening your mouth you say
+Everything you wanted to say
+Attract to the call of the earth, I stay grounded
+The sun in the center of this, I’m surrounded
+My planets in midst, I spins, the windchill
+But my light melts your snowflake from ninety-three mil’
+All who have the ear, let 'em here as we reveal
+’Cause one ear of corn can produce a cornfield
+And one cornfield can produce the corn mill
+The bread from the body of Christ, on this field
+With the truth of life inside your bone marrow
+You could make your physical as large as your shadow
+Whether space or cyborg, optic is fiber
+Become a pawn, multimedia subscriber
+And hibernate, the Wu tape in your mental state
+Let it meditate, sit back and await
+The orders, for this you don't need no tape recorder
+So let's prepare for the Wu World Order
+
+[Chorus x8: La the Darkaman & Wu-Tang Clan]
+Wu World Order
+
+[Outro: RZA]
+We coming soon and we striking at your borders
+**************************************************
+Skrilla[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA] When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar [Ol' Dirty Bastard] When you get that skrilla, nigga, act familiar Own family will kill ya, damn it be a skrilla Box of bullets in flavors, like Mike & Ike Friday night, I'm in the bed, with a bitch and a dyke Ol' Dirty, 7:30, got the thirty-thirty Caught a mouscope, ain't aimin' at no birdie My name plate, travel through the interstate Glock in the stash box, my drop top ventilate Permanent A.C., use to boost at Macy's Smoke out Mr. Spacely, and still Dick Tracy I blind dunk a base, make ya chest inflate I'm at the herb gate, watch my money bake Disrespect me, where I lay my head, my hammer spray My cybertech nylon suit, reflect gamma ray When I speak, ears open to the size of cymbal Make you tremble, watch what the fuck my gun do [Chorus] [Ol' Dirty Bastard] A moment to pray, a second to die Take your hard ride with the bulletproof high Nigga, check ya logic, Ol' Dirty's out the closet I return you niggas for a five percent deposit Beer belly, I chuckle like Kris Kringle Put four grams of cocaine, crushed up in the single Everyday is Saturday, everyday my gats play When shit get bad, I'm looking for a badder way Ol' Dirt McGirt, in concert the bomb burst To set it off, shoot him in the arm, first Let him off? Nah, kidnap his mom, first Told you, when things get worst, nigga, things get worst Cats be saddling, when the gats splattering Ol' Dirt, caught one through the lower abdomen Straight through the back, like the javelin Word, son, it had to been, still here, battling [Chorus 2X]
+**************************************************
+Cruisin[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Taking Heads Off[Verse 1]
+Right or wrong, weak or strong, I ask who all can come
+Take place and face number one
+If you thinking that I'm lip syncing
+You're mistaken, become awaken
+As I make and break, but take my time
+To rhyme, and infiltrate your mind
+When it's allowed, I push through the crowd
+Bag a girl, then walk out proud
+Some surround me, others crown me
+And girls with water, they try to drown me
+But they not, plus, I'm a good swimmer
+And a born winner
+The most known, who don't postpone
+And strip M.C.'s of crown and throne
+Have 'em blown away by a cyclone
+On the microphone
+Yea, the mic, it makes me that type
+I max, relax, plus get hype
+Won't twitch, or switch, but yet I will
+Walk the block, like a cop whose out to kill
+Enemies, in my own territory
+So watch out for me
+But could you ever get far from Rakeem Allah?
+Heck, nah, baby pa
+Uh-uh... no way Jose
+Don't play, because I'm out to slay
+Any M.C. who gets in my way
+But today, M.C.'s is D-Day
+That means doomed, so build a tomb
+And wait for the boom
+
+[Interlude]
+I'm taking heads off
+I'm taking heads off
+I'm taking heads off
+So protect ya neck, kid...
+I'm taking heads off...
+
+[Verse 2]
+Now have you ever, ever, ever, ever, heard a style this clever
+No, you never, never, never, never, never, never
+I got my act together
+I'm the iller, dealer, blood spiller, the graveyard filler
+Who bless the microphone like no other
+Better known as a live brother
+I chop those, who try to smoke me
+Took they heads off and used them as trophies
+It might seem that I'm down right mean, or a killing machine
+But lyrical broad, and thoughts I be installing
+Have you thinking the sky is falling
+Beat smart and start departing
+Know now snakes can enter my garden
+I-I-I-I-I don't play that jack, so-so, step back mack
+'Cause I react like a rhyming bomber
+Flow like a knight, in shining armor
+Ducks, who wanna beat Rakeem
+Pinch yourself and wake from the dream
+I'm too strong, I can't be penetrated
+You'll be eliminated, on the battlefield, I pity no man
+Chop so many heads, you might think I'm Conan
+But I consider myself to be iller
+I'm more like Jack, the giant killer
+So quit it, instead of thinking
+That you can win, 'cause you dead and stinking
+You're too soft, so break north
+You just loss... I'm taking heads off
+
+[Outro]
+I'm taking heads off... yo, I'm taking heads off...
+Rakeem Allah... is taking heads off...
+Know what I'm saying? So yo.. just protect ya neck
+Know what I'm saying? I'm in full effect coming with a sharp sword
+That's my vocals chords, 'cause Rakeem is the lord
+So applaud, if you can afford, and keep ya tapes on record
+Yeah... and if I may say... I wanna give a shout out to all the Gods
+Funky president Melquan and Shabazz, Unique Ason
+Know what I'm saying? The Genius of Rap, Shallah Raekwon
+My man Shaquan, my brother Divine, King Shabazz
+King Sun and Shaboo, Queen Nefertiti in the place to be
+My man Jerry G. and grime is in full effect
+Can't forget the Posse of the REC, known as the D.M.D
+With the God U-G, and my name muthafuckin'
+Super Doopa Party Looper, Hoopa Hoopa, O.G
+Know what I'm saying? And whoever else I forgot, forget 'em
+Et cetera, et cetera, no one could be better
+Know what I'm saying?
+We got the names in the game and the fame
+Where like Each B., and Doug Love and Butter and all those others
+Brothers, and so forth, and wiz and the wisdoms is on my shit..
+**************************************************
+Biochemical Equation (Choco G-Dubs remix)[Verse 1: RZA]
+Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust
+With wild imaginings that you can't discuss
+Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace
+It's a daily conflict between man and beast
+We strive for God and a better tomorrow
+Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow
+Repent from thy sins, son and walk ye straight
+Stop talking all that trash boy and talk ye straight
+Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point
+Still, I wouldn't give an oint'
+Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch
+Off the pie or every try to try your wench
+Confronted by the devil himself and stay strong
+You think you can take the King now meet Kong
+Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting
+How many MCs have sprung from our fountain
+Fifty thousand year process to make this combination
+I'm not giving mine away to Satan
+Although I know that he's awaiting
+To get a hold of my biochemical equation
+I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son
+When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
+Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination
+99 elements, biochemical manifestation
+I'm not giving mines away to Satan
+Although, I know that he's awaiting
+I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son
+When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son
+
+[Verse 2: MF Doom]
+Bet ahk, straight to the head with the pet rock
+At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box
+Trade a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack
+Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin bonus pack
+Invest in the first B-boy kid show
+Live off skid row with jive talking negros
+He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly
+And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?
+Is he in the backyard or on your front porch
+Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched
+You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving
+And sold odds and bodkins to old gods and goblins
+Golly, I'm just a pest and your worst best friend
+Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend
+Not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men
+Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen
+
+[Verse 3: RZA]
+Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure
+Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi'
+Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'
+Israeli issued automatic black pistol
+The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle
+Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast
+License, registration addressed to your lab
+They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over
+Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober
+Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer
+Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir
+Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe
+Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road
+My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato
+Or cartwheels and then spin out like a tornado
+They used to chase him, right; but son, he would always shake em
+Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement
+Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
+Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers
+If you can't understand, then come closer
+We civilized the uncivilized like we supposed to
+Drunk or sober, never lose your composure
+Mic in your hand, black man stand as a soldier
+Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers
+If you can't understand, then come closer
+**************************************************
+The W[Hook: woman]
+We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
+We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
+[RZA]
+Double barrel shotgun, pop son
+I told nigga, just not run
+I saw him on 205th in Fordham
+This dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him
+I blown ya, you need a blood donor
+My bitch ghetto, like Florida and Laronia
+Laundry mat hoes, who bought clothes?
+I flow checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
+I got hoes, in codes, in different areas
+Four ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
+The bass shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
+I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman
+Play the face, but like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
+You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy Bason
+Thrown to the dungeon, for your spongin'
+Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total malfunction?
+[Shacronz]
+Come on, let's cut the crap, money
+I've been gettin' this rap money
+Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money
+That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
+Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
+Act funny, ya'll make me laugh (haha)
+Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass
+These lazy ass, lazy -- fuck you! Pay me cash
+My crazy path will motor me into a Mercedes class
+
+[Chorus: Shacronz]
+We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we fall
+My Glock, my fall, those shots through your bedroom door
+From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers
+We pop, we brawl, get money til the way we fall
+[Freemurda]
+All ya'll can see is the back of my jersey
+Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
+Off to Brooklyn, left you back in Jersey
+I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
+Shame on a nigga, take it back to Dirty
+Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
+Seconds, got the world's greatest reckon
+And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest record
+This Division, all the ladies respect it
+Disrespect it and the eighty'll check it
+It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
+Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me still
+Til they look like they came out of George Foreman grill
+Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them crills
+Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
+Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those pills
+
+[Chorus]
+
+[Hook 2X]
+**************************************************
+Seul Face A LuiYeah, yeah
+Dans l'monde
+Comme aux premires rencontres
+On finira seul au poste de lui
+Qui a pour contre
+The maker, the owner
+The creator of the planet Earth
+And the father of civilization
+The god of the Universe
+Dans l'monde
+Comme aux premires rencontres
+On finira seul au poste de lui
+Qui a pour contre
+Allah is the one
+Never gonna find
+Another like that nowhere
+Seul au poste de lui
+Word
+J'sais qui va are'tentir avant d'repentir lors do dernier round
+Un sac de croix sur l'dos j'affronte
+Ces foudres prt en dcoudre
+Tout blanc vtu, moi le sale noir, l'esprit nue
+Seul sur le ring sous le sol spacial, entends la cloche fatale
+Quand les anges ont la dale, see'est mieux qu'un blanc qui sale
+Ca fait un bail que j'danse avec l'espoir
+Faut que j'sorte do btail o j'traine ma vie animale
+Outre les raisons, seul dans les choix et actions
+Et trop de souvenirs en tte, est-je pris les bonnes dcisions?
+See'est dans la pulsion souvent qu'jai choisi la friction
+Mais bon Franchement ya des cons sur
+Terre qui mritent sanction
+Et tout ce que j'aurais pu dire et faire, ouais je sais j'espre
+Veinement qu'les impairs why'a que moi qui va devoir les payer
+Et j'ai bien essayer, tu peux me rayer d'ta liste si a t'plais
+Et si tu laisses en fait les mmes parfaits
+Ton peuple il va faire les jets
+Ni l'moins bon, ni l'meilleur vcu cent l'heure
+La peur sur le front
+Le coeur qui fait front comme mon pre le fit
+L'Nez coll l'envie, j'ai fais ce qui fallait
+J'te le dis en face, see'tait ca ou m'affol
+On peut pas toute sa vie cavaler au campement
+Rmy dsol, je suis see'que j'ai fais
+Et si see'est pas see'qui fallait
+Seigneur fallait pas m'provoquer
+Hey hey, seul face lui
+Dans la vie la mort, on s'donne
+Pas de fausses tonnes
+Tout s'chelonne pour finir quand l'heure sonne
+La grce reste le prt, see'est pas le souci dans la zone
+Je sais d'o vienne mes chromosomes
+Devant la question ternelle d'lhomme Qui nous sommes?
+Dis leur qu'on est le peuple d'celui qui a croqu la pomme
+On finira par un dcompte
+Au del d'l'univers et ca le monde le sait
+L o la vie est cadenasse, Pre
+On sera seul face lui
+You can't escape fate
+Allah be the maker
+Bow down to your creator
+Tout seul face lui
+Put your wicked heart on the scale
+You melt like a snow flake in hell
+Seul face lui
+Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
+No disgiue, no alibis and no lies
+Tout seul face lui
+You realize every breath you took
+It came from the most High
+Ma premire clope, j'lai fum en traitre
+D'une traite, dans une punbre
+J'ai mme pas aim, quelle merde
+Pourquoi j'lai fais? je l'ignore
+Faut qu'ca serve comme tre clbre
+Putain, tu crois pas que see'tait mieux tre bon lve?
+Avec une crve deux ans dans les dortoirs
+Premier coeur j'crvre
+Histoire comme les autres, brve
+Debout dans les piqus de grve
+Cette poque ma mre vit ses rves
+Le syndicat est puissant et la une des prves
+Et aprs quoi? Ils se sont tous taills comme des lches
+Se sont couvert de la misre dans les flashs
+Maman are'viens sur Terre
+Ici merde see'est chacun sa ganache
+Excuses moi pour ma scolarit l'arrache
+Accroches mon coeur dans l'cadre
+Et mon are'gard svre s'vade
+Comme Jules se tire dans le back dans monade et srade
+La vie see'est grave me laisse indiffrent, maintenant cest grave
+Dans un arbre prosse l'ail nos initiales s'gravent
+Mes amours, see'est ma main que j'tends
+Attrapez la sans dire non, on perd dj trop d'temps
+On joue tous les mmes scnes, les mmes peines
+Restez fort quand les difficults d'te voir caller
+Crie ou implore
+See'est comme un implant qui tient l'bon chemin de haut
+Alors que rien se tient, seul l'instein pousse nos limites
+Excuse, why'en a pas mal qui imite
+Chacun son sort, chacun ses rites
+Chacun sa cause, fuck les antismites
+Je dois rien personne part au Seigneur
+Et see'qu'il emporte, faut l'grer
+Chaque cellule grise part pas
+Mais pour tre jug dans c'monde
+Pourtant j'rve de libert dans c'monde
+Ceux qui dirigent, see'est la minorit
+Les femmes qui aiment faire ce spcial
+Pour les deux pour, crient trop
+L-bas why'aura pas d'blancs ni d'negros
+You know?
+[Unverified]
+On se trouvera seul face lui
+The lie shatter
+No computer data
+Only truth matter
+Tout seul face lui
+Every step you take
+Every breath you take
+Every move you make
+Seul face lui
+You can't escape fate
+Allah be the maker
+Bow down to your creator
+Tout seul face l'unique
+Tout seul you IAM
+IAM
+Who put the sun in the sky?
+Who causes the birds to fly?
+Who put the light in the eyes?
+Who's the answer to why?
+Every step you take, every breath you take
+Every move you make, the most High create
+No computer data, the lie shatter, only truth matter
+I use the verbal gun of Allah to shoot at ya
+I self lord and master of I-slam
+Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah and IAM, IAM, IAM, IAM, IAM
+**************************************************
+Afro Samurai Theme (second Movement)INSTRUMENTAL
+**************************************************
+U Used 2 Be[RZA]
+Ayo, from the Temples of Tibet, to the pyramids of Kimet
+The genelect intellect, it connects every root of civilization
+We symbolize nations and pitimize the creation
+Designed to wire station, peep the wise architecht
+What's up son, I told ya'll, Protect Ya Neck
+That was back in Born Three, born understanding, and my shit is expanding
+Aiyo worldwide exclusive
+We got the Zig-Zag-Zig-Allah, puzzled like a jigsaw
+My man J-Love, comin' down from the heavens above
+About to splash ya muthafuckas with a phat ass mixtape
+You can't escape, it's like a date rape
+I might bust that grape, with the apple head, if your legs get spread
+If your ears open to the size of a cymbal
+Yo, check it out, I got buckwild rhymin' style
+Most niggas that cannot resamble
+But you use to be, a bad muthafucka, but can't fuck with me
+And you, you used to be, a dope M.C
+And you, used to be, a pretty ass bitch
+And you, used to be a live ass player
+And you, used to be, on some ol' buckwild shit
+But you fell victim to the devil, to the C-Cypher Punks and all that shit
+And you just walking around with your muthafuckin' head in cloud nine and shit
+It's the Birth of a Prince! Aim for the nigga born like me, ever since
+Two thousand B.C., be happy when ya'll see me
+I'm the G to the O, to the O, to the digga-digga-digga D
+Phat ass...
+**************************************************
+Bazooka Fight Inst. 1Instrumental
+**************************************************
+The Samples  (Intro)[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Slow Grind AfricanNana pa, nana hwɛ
+Mo nyinaa, ɔkyena, ɛnnɛ
+Bobby Digital, medɔ wo paa
+Yɛfrɛ me Adwoa, wo yɛ Nana
+Yɛn wo yɛ ba, yɛn tena ha
+Yɛ busuanfwɔ omɔ be hwehwɛ yɛ
+
+Nana ba, nana yɛ
+Mo nyinaa, mon hwɛ, ɛnnɛ
+Na ɔkyena obi nsɛ Nanasei Ohemaa mea
+Mon hwehwɛ yɛ ne yiɛ
+Ɔkyena yɛnkɔso deɛbi da
+[?] deɛbi da
+
+Nana pa, nana yɛ
+Ɔkyena yɛn hwɛ wo busuanfwɔ
+Me bronyafwɔ, e bibifwɔ, e nipafwɔ
+Mon hwɛ, yɛ ne yiɛ
+
+Nana pa, nana yɛ
+
+Bobby Digital medɔ so
+Bobby Digital yɛnkɔso
+Bobby Digital medɔ wo paa
+Yɛn gyina [?]
+**************************************************
+Which Way Is Up[Verse 1: RZA]
+There once was a boy by the name of Michael
+He was the type of brother who did like to
+Rob and steel [?]
+Even kill just to get a meal
+But he didn't eat reddened me
+Instead he filled his head with getting hot treats
+15 years old, strong young blood
+Who didn't say no when it came to drugs
+The panic never taught him, it only bored him
+Then one day, his father caught him
+Thus, he was thrown out of his home
+A young black youth, out on his own
+From many shelters, he was kicked
+Now he lives like a derelict
+In the gutter, I say the brother is stuck
+Acting depressed now which was is up
+
+[Hook]
+Which way is up? Anybody tell me?
+Which was is up?
+
+[Verse 2: RZA]
+Now Mary, Mary on the contrary
+She was a girl who was extraordinary
+Everyday she went to the library
+Hanging out was secondary
+Stacked in the back, her look was dope
+Reputation clean like a bar of soap
+17, a virgin queen
+Church going girl if you know what I mean?
+But her best friend Lynne was full of sin
+Been having sex since the age of 10
+Influenced Mary within a year
+[?] expensive gear to wear
+And earrings to put into her ear
+Married soon, forgot all about [?]
+Increased her speed chug and weave
+But instead she loves to smoke weed
+Her reputation is now filthy
+Neighborhood hooker, feeling rather guilty
+Weed smoking a blunt scratching a blunt
+Asking the question, which way is up?
+
+[Hook]
+Which way is up?
+Yo yo yo Which was is up?
+Ay ay, which way is up?
+**************************************************
+Fast Shadow (Version 1)[Intro: Method Man]
+You could just come over top of that shit
+Did I hear it?
+Nigga and bang your head, punk!
+Ha, and it don't, it don't, it don't, it don't
+It don't, it don't, it don't, it don't stop
+
+[Verse 1: Method Man]
+It all starts with the pad and pen
+Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session?
+Once again on the run be the Black Stallion
+Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm
+Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun
+I'mma get you none, accept challenge, uh
+Run a mile with a racist, they iced it, I aced it
+Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it
+Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone
+I'm ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone
+Danger zone, that's my life and my song
+Keep it movin', hop along little doggies
+
+[Verse 2: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+Uh, fuck that!
+Drive The Mack Cadillac
+Dark shade the window all sunny and black
+Pitch antenna back of the car
+Inside is a TV, even a bar
+Bulletproof down, safe and sound
+Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around
+Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside
+Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise
+Ha-ha-ha
+
+[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
+36th Chamber
+36th Chamber, ay, nah-nah
+**************************************************
+Flying Birds[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Ghost Dog Theme (w/ Dogs & EFX)[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Dead Birds[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+RZA #7[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Untitled #12 (Free Jazz)[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Samurai Theme[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Funky Theme[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Gangsters Theme[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Untitled #8[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+RZA’s Theme[Instrumental]
+**************************************************
+Ghost Dog Theme[Instrumental]
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