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A game of chess is like a swordfight:

You must think first before you move

Toad style is immensely strong

And immune to nearly any weapon

When it’s properly used it’s almost invincible

Raw I’ma give it to ya, with no trivia

Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia

My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation

Like the Emancipation Proclamation

Weak MCs approach with slang that’s dead

You might as well run into the wall and bang your head

I’m pushin' force, my force you’re doubtin'

I’m makin' devils cower to the Caucasus Mountains

Well, I’m a sire, I set the microphone on fire

Rap styles vary and carry like Mariah

I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I’m from

Is comin' through with nuff niggas and nuff guns

So if you wanna come sweatin', stressin', contestin'

You’ll catch a sharp sword to the midsection

Don’t talk the talk if you can’t walk the walk

Phony niggas are outlined in chalk

I’m mad vexed, it’s what the projects made me

Rebel to the grain, there’s no way to barricade me

Steamrollin' niggas like an 18 wheeler

With a drunk driver drivin', there’s no survivin'

Rough like Timberland wear, yeah

Me and the Clan in 'Yota Landcruisers out there

Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks

Bald heads, braids, blow this hook

We pack chrome TEC’s, nickel-plated MAC’s

Black AC’s, drug-dealin' styles in phat stacks

I only been a good nigga for a minute though

'Cause I got to get my props and win it, yo

I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth

Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef

Straight up and down, don’t even bother

I got 40 niggas up in here now who kill niggas' fathers

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

In the front, in the back, Killa Bees on attack

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats

Here I go, deep type flow

Jacques Cousteau could never get this low

I’m cherry bombin' shits… BOOM!

Just warmin' up a little bit, vroom vroom

Rappinin' is what’s happenin'

Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clap and then

At the party when I move my body

Gotta get up and be somebody!

Grab the microphone, put strength to the bone

DUH DUH DUH… enter the Wu-Tang zone

Sure enough when I rock that stuff

Huff? Puff? I’m gonna catch your bluff tuff

Rough, kickin' rhymes like Jim Kelly

Or Alex Haley, I’m a Mi-…Beetle Bailey rhymes

Comin' raw style, hardcore

Niggas be comin' to the hip-hop store

Comin' to buy grocery from me

Tryin' to be a hip-hop MC

The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang

You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang

Represent the GZA, Abbot

RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck

Dirty Ho gettin' low with his flow

Introducin' the Ghostface Killah

No one could get iller

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats

Speakin' of the Devil, psych!

No, it’s the God, get the shit right

Mega trife, and yo, I killed you in a past life

On the mic while you was kickin' that fast shit

You reneged, tried again and got blasted

Half-mastered-ass style, mad ruff task

When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask

Remember that shit? I know you don’t remember jack

That night, yo, I was hittin' like a spiked bat

And then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy

Strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy

Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs

Never shot thugs, I’m runnin' with thugs that flood mugs

So, grab your eight plus one

Start flippin' and trippin', niggas is jettin', I’m lickin' off, son

Wu! Tang! Wu! Tang!

Wu! Tang! Wu! Ta-a-ang!

Homicide’s illegal and death is the penalty

What justifies the homicide, when he dies in his own iniquity?

It’s the master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at ya

We have an APB on an MC Killer

Looks like the work of a master

Evidence indicates that his stature

Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture

The flow changes like a chameleon

Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger

This technique attacks the immune system

Disguised like a lie, paralyzin' the victim

You scream as it enters your bloodstream

Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain

Movin' on a nigga with the speed of a centipede

And injure any motherfuckin' contender

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gats

And immune to nearly any weapon

When it’s properly used it’s almost invincible

Toad style is immensely strong

And immune to nearly any weapon

When it’s properly used it’s almost invincible

When it’s properly used

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