Da Mystery of Chessboxin’

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Verse 1: U-God] 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 [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] 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 'nough niggas and 'nough 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 eighteen-wheeler With a drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin' [Verse 3: Raekwon] Rough like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo, the Land Cruiser's out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We pack chrome TECs, nickel-plated MACs, black Acs Drug-dealin' styles with phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though 'Cause I gots 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 forty niggas up in here now who kill niggas' father [Chorus: Method Man] 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 gat [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Here I go, deep type flow Jacques Cousteau could never get this low I'm cherry bombin' shit, boom Just warmin' up a little bit, ah-eh-em Rappin'-in' is what's happenin' Keep the pockets stackin'-in', hands clappin'-in' At the party when I move my body Gotta get up and be somebody Grab the microphone, put strength to the bone Dun-dun-dun, 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, m-m-Beetle Bailey rhymes Comin' raw style, hardcore Niggas be comin' to the hip-hop store Comin' to buy grocery from me Pretendin' 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 [Chorus: Method Man] 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 gat [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Speakin' of the Devil, psych No, it's the God, get your 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 rough 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 [Interlude: All] Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (Toad style is immensely strong) [Verse 6: Masta Killa] 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 [Chorus: Method Man] 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 gat [Outro] 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