Wu Tang Clan comin at ya, watch ya step kid (x8)
Inspectah Deck:
I smoke on the mic like smokin Joe Frazier
the hell raiser, raisin hell with the flavor
Terrorize the jam like troops in Pakistan
swingin through your town like a neighborhood Spiderman
So uhh, tic toc keep tickin,
while I get ya flippin off the shit I'm kickin
The lone ranger code red, danger!
deep in the dark with the art to rip charts apart
the vandal, too hot to handle
ya battle, you're sayin good bye like Tevin Campbell
roughneck, Inspectah Deck's on the set
the rebel, I make more noise than heavy metal
Raekwon the Chef:
The way I make the crowd go wild, sit back relax won't smile
Rae's got it goin on pal, call me the rap assassinator
rhymes rugged and built like Schwarzenegger
and I'ma get mad deep like a threat, blow up your project
then take all your assets
cuz I came to shake the frame in half with the thoughts that bomb
shit like math!
so if ya wanna flip go flip on the next man
cuz I'll grab the clip and hit ya with 16 shots or more I got
goin to war with metal clip I got
Method Man:
It's the Method Man for short Mr. Meth
Movin on your left, hah!
and set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat
I wanna break full, cock me back
small change, they puttin shame in the game
I take aim and blow that nigga out the frame
and like fame, my style will live forever
niggas crossin over, like they don't know no bette
but I do, true, can I get a "sue"
nuff respect due to the one-six-ooh, I mean oh
yo check out the flow like the Hudson
or PCP when I'm dustin niggas off because I'm hot like sauce
the smoke from the lyrical blunt makes me cough
U-God:
Ooh, what, grab my nut get schooled
oww, here comes my Shaolin style
sloop-b and my b-boy's U
to my crew with the "suuue"
chorus:
watch ya step kid (x8)
c'mon baby baby c'mon (x4)
ya best protect ya neck
Ol Dirty Bastard:
First things first man ya fuck with the worst
I'll be stickin pins in your head like a fuckin nurse
I'll attack any nigga who's slackin his mack
come fully packed with a fat rugged stack
shame on you when you stepped through to the Ol Dirty Bastard
straight from the Brooklyn Zoo
and I'll be damned if I let any man
come to my center, you enter, the winter
staright up and down that shit packed jam
you can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man
the Ol Dirty Bastard is dirty and stinkin
Ason, ya _nn Unique with the night of the creeps
niggas be rollin with a stash
ain't sayin cash, bite my style I'll bite your motherfuckin ass!
Ghostface Killer:
for cryin out loud my style is wild so book me
now notice how long that this rhyme took me
ejectin styles from my lethal weapon
my pen that rocks from here to Oregon
here's more again catch ya like a psycho flashback
I love gats, rappers, and guns you wouldn't bust back
I come with shit that's all types of shapes and sounds
and where I lounge is my stompin ground
I give a order to my peeps across the water
to go and snatch up props all around the border
and get far like a shootin star
cuz who I are is dim in the light
of Pablo Escobar point blank
as I kick the square biz there it is
yo fuck it pros and there it goes
RZA:
Yo chill with the feedback black we don't need that
it's ten o'clock ho, where the fuck's your seed at
feelin mad hostile ran the apostle
flowin like Christ when I speak the gospel
stroll with the holy roll then attack the globe with the buckus style
the ruckus, 10 times 10 men committin mad sin
turn the other cheek and I'll break your fuckin chin
slayin boom-bangs like African drums
comin around the mountain when I come
crazy flamboyant for the rap enjoyment my clan increase like black
unemployment
yeah, another one dared, G-Gka-Genius
take us the fuck outta here
Genius:
The Wu is too slammin for these Cold Killin labels
some labels ain't had hits since I seen Aunt Mabel
be doin artists like Cain did Abel
now they money's gettin stuck to the gum under the table
that's what ya get when ya misuse what I invent
your empire falls and ya lose every cent
for tryin to blow up a scrub now that thought was
just as bright as a 20-watt light bulb
should of pumped it when I rocked it
niggaz so stingy they got short arms and deep pockets
this goes on in some companies with majors
they're scared to death to pump these
first of all who's your A&R
a mountain climber who plays an electric guitar
but he don't know the meaning of dope
when he's lookin for a suit and tie rap
that's cleaner than a bar of soap
and I'm the dirtiest thing in sight
matter of fact bring out the girls and let's have a mud fight
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