Intro: The Genius/GZA (from "Clan in Da Front")
Niggas on the left, rags you to death.
Hoods on the right, wild for the night!
Punks in the back, come one & attack the (wack)
Clan in the front, let your feet stomp
[Raekwon]
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked!
Then attack you like a bit that lock shit DOWN
I come & freaks the sound, Hard core!
We're giving you more & more, like ding!
Nah, shortyu, get you open like six packs,
Killer Bees attack, flippin' what, murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed,
Just for rockin' what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down!
Raw sound, we going to war right now.
So, yo, bombin', we usually take all niggas' garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it!
[Meth]
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!
And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow,
I'm milkin' this ho, this is MY show, tical.
The Fuck you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper, hyper off the gin seng root.
PLO style, buddha monks with the owls,
So who's the fucking man? Methical.
[Deck]
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz.
Murderous material, made by a madman!
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector! Bad man,
From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller!
Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear!
The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware,
Armed & geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged with the system - for murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo & behold, another deadly episode
Bound to catch another funking charge when I explode!
[Ghostface Killer]
Slammin' a hype-ass verse 'til ya head burst,
I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that!
Rap assassin is fastin', quick to blast & hard rock,
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
Hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic,
Blast back's how I attacked your whole project,
I'm raw! I'm rugged & raw! I repeat, if I die,
My seed'll be ill like me. Approachin' me,
Outta respect, chops ya neck,
I'm gettin' vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the gate!
Peace, I'm out, jettin' like a runaway slave!
[Prince Rakeem/RZA]
Ya gettin' stripped from ya garments, boy, run the jewells!
While the meth got me open like falopian tubes!
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck!
Roll a Zig Zag, sing-a-long jam is fatal,
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel.
Suspenseful, plus bein' bought from my utensil
The pencil, ?something?something? winds of potential
Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick,
Caps through to tablets, I gots to make the fabrics.
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin' shit like a samurah,
The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan o' terrorists comin' atcha a## like a sorceress,
Shootin' that PISS! Niggaz be gettin' on my fuckin' nerves...
Words they be kickin' make me wanna kick they fuckin' ass to the curb!
I got funky fresh, like the old specialist,
A carrier, messenger, bury ya, vast experience is for the whole experience
Let it be pliers,
IT'S NOT DESIRE!!!
[Genius]
My my
My clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya,
Slit a nigga back like a Dutchmaster
Killer, style jumped off & kill a hiller
I was the thriller in the alley, Frasier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine & interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinderblock!
Blaow! Now it's all over.
Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars & green clovers.
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