[Raekwon the Chef]
Scrape y all motherfuckers
This is my wordwhen you see us
When you see us flashing and shining
And building and adding on
Y all niggaz just watch ithear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear mepay attentionput your shoes on
Yomy team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again
Pirahna niggaz bite dickyo Sonit s on again
What uphe made a movetry to assist it
Listen kid yoyou was born to be a pawn but I m a bishop
Back to the novelyou Sonit s logical
How you figure Godwhatflow on the trackflip the obstacle
Now my proposalit s the global
From California to courtsit s over Godso taste the tofu
Remember baggy jeansthe Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess whatmy Wally s got messed up
Autograph presser whatblast enough to blow your rest up
We scrape thatLand O Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians
La costra nostrawe moving through your hood like a poster
Flex thisLex and Diamonds hold the settlement
So keep the bust the gun Boo
Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents
Add onthe billboard sloan
Check it nowyou get the gold dick award
It s like jail and it s the sixth floor
Test mefloating in the S.E.now let s see
Half of y all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree
Faggotshomosyomy flavor liver than a dobo
Stay militant kidpush it like bolo
You fucking idiotplaying with my Clan but you be fearing it
Face oneI m guaranteed to make you take one
Pleasey all niggaz money getting low
But did you come backset up shopand get the phat dough
Tired of y allmostly inspired by y all
So what the deal nowblinking with us or put your shield down
Faggotfuck fuck around punkbattle for cream nigga

[RZA]
You want to pound crabnah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more saidknew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead
It s Wu-Tang niggaain t nothing changed nigga
Still shame on a niggawho tried to run game
Get virgin and perversionsfucking bitches with Persian
Bugs watching niggaz like the turgeonit s the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
Weheld up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all the leaveswho lack tranquility
In your rap utility to fuck with the abilities
Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
Age of poems and poetryold sloans
Explosive head bulletsblack hooded
Invalid footed ninjaswho full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase priceI m certainly a heist
For your ice and curtains and vice
Come quietlyWu-Tang Clan rules society
Because of varietyso maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy mediary...
I need 18 points for my next joint
This high and mointed kingto make a deal
I be the one to appointSteve Ripken must have been sniffing
To catch something so dopeit left minor c-lits pussy dripping
I fuck hundreds of bitchesand split millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the hildred of horor
Legal kid brown in Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC sseeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dick s been sucked by the finest lips
Stand to tell the contestantsin the world s best repressment
But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seedsin the home that I rest in
Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections

[Method Man]
This rhyme has no limitationsthis time there s no hesitation
Collecting minds at the dooryou want it niggaz it s yours
The flavors rawwhat the fuck you think I m flowing for
It s rhyme and reasonbite the bullet
Niggaz is foul in this duck season
We add odds till we even motherfucker
Bad asseshigh timeslower classes
Taste minestraight shots in dirty glasses
Bring it to himroom serviceunder pressure
And mad nervouswaving guns at the clergy
Ticallionwe ain t worried
Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty
Picture thiswatch the birdy
This bastards is rolling dirty
With sharp pins that be stabbing you
Pins and needlesneedles and pins
Nuff saiddick in your mouth
Like pimp was bledas I race track with thoroughbreds
Ducking the feds

[Raekwon the Chef]
Yomy ice slow fly up on the keyboard son
Niggaz ran up on me lawpraising what we do by the lords
That s rightexile the fakehit them niggaz like weight
Feed a foollet the fake evaporate
Reconstructionthat s the whole science of mine
Productionya ll niggas guess who stuck son
Left his meth sonswitchfinger itch
Staring at you like a bitchmaybe y all niggaz snitch
Youse a lonerAdidas shell top with lye
sipping Coronaread the rev report then bone her
Buy you some jewelshere s some food
Not neccessarily mean to be rude boocheck out the analoo
We in the mushroomschased the high neck in the custom
Baggy jeansthick ropes godsliding through customs
Chilly all niggaz know what time it is
James Bond Beamers behind meon Bacardi Lime and
check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan
He cought a slug for lying
Yeah you was lyingwhere s the cashcrying
Militiarolling in position
Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian
Lex the tally back whistlingfake fucks

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