They say I rhyme like the bank that stop Cause M.C.'s be more shook then the dice that drop Especially if I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven Cause with the GZA
crying brothers dying and brothers getting knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down in this cold, cold world... Verse One: The GZA
[Incomprehensible] Welcome to the Jungle where the cat loves to scratch The rat squeals and the polar bear feasts on the blubber of seals The pack of
{Oh, mad one, we see your trap You can never escape, your fate Submit with honor to a duel, with my son I agree I see you using an old style I wondered
I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping The crowd get wild off my style, they want something The herds start stomping, the promoters
Yo, yeah check it, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, if you think you can fuck wit the Wu Clan Get ya nose swollen up like Toucan If you think you can fuck wit the
Who be first to catch this Beat Down? My rap pages be The Source Ego trip remain victory and no loss Rap sheet show you details of wars in streets Where
and send your show to a wake Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight We negotiate wit .38's in a ?nor? face GZA came wit the Liquid Swords
Talkin bout drama I met a young brother, how young about eight He seemed intelligent and rather quite straight I greeted him, and struck a conversation
[GZA] I wiped the chrome off wit the dust cloth 'Fore I bust off What's the cause, life loss, high price to pay For a small reward, kill for that Bushwick
An MC stepped to me, lying about one Kid that rolled with him, who died in the outcome Thinking he could get with me, gain victory When the season's all
They was told not to ride in Patty's Hearse And stay out of Charles' Manson Took Abraham's Lincoln through the Todd Bridges expansion Willis Reid s a
The dark gallery, million dollar pictures Import from poor to riches, leanin' on doors We move across the Brooklyn bridge doing 60 Illegal driving, from dusk to red dawn The Gza, Genius
[small boy] It was the summer of '77. NewYork was just recovering from the raves due to the blackout. HipHop was young and growing rapidly, it was during
I'm looking through you Where did you go? I thought I knew you What did I know? You don't look different But you have changed I'm looking through you
(conversation continued from the end of Duck Seazon) [The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang Die! *
, that you know you gotta read the label you gotta read the label if you don't read the label you might get poisoned... Lyrics: Genius TOMMY ain't my
I'm the out scene slang kicker with no parental sticker Risin' y'all that wise words is much slicker Under circumstances label advances Ample opportunity