Third World

Lyrics

[Intro: RZA & sample] Yeah-yeah-yeah, one-two, one-two Aiyyo... Wu-Tang's invincible Word up, better understand the principle My man Muggs, droppin' phat tracks like drugs Breaker, breaker one two, breaker, breaker one two You're breakin' up... Peace... "We're at the crossroads Our immediate future Is the worst war man will ever know" [Verse 1: GZA] Via satellite from the Wu-Mansion Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC And the fruit that fell far was the ripest It was Cypress, let the media hype this Promotion niggas snipe this Push it like tray bags in '72 Kept niggas in suede rags Microphone psycho, who flips the mic so well Held without bail, in jams packed like jail cells There's no escapin' once my blade starts scrapin' Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin' My sword indeed make more niggas bleed So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed A lordship, with that offer, nigga, that'll cost ya Feel the strings of torture Must've been the half-gallon of the shit he drinkin' That got him thinkin' That he could trash the ship and get me sinkin' I told him, "Come back when you're sober" Drunk-ass punk, on the motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October Don't even catch me while I'm blunted Rhymes start runnin' like loops on a SP-1200 Instruments of terror on warship, it's corporate Visual niggas paint portraits [Verse 2: RZA] Yo, check the mic line for wire-taps ("We under attack!") "Man your stations, take aim! Proceed!", Fire back, all hands on deck Cadet, vets, insert cassettes Tracks snap heads like barrettes Cache web-sites like internet "Chief, I detected vehicles approachin' from the East" Pass him the infrared binoculars, Captain, so I can see Sound the alarm! Call for the suicidal-kamikaze ninjas with the bombs Flashes of neon, all we saw was flyin' arms Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply Send 'em back like George McFly I – be holdin' this, travel ground like a motorist Poisonous gas released from my track, its odorless and tasteless Like Ghost is face-less Which allowed the God to break backs and beat a hundred cases MCs' heads weave like trees, in a breeze of rhymes like these Underwater flow strike like torpedoes You get plugged more than Del Rio, played short like De Vito Split the fuck up like Mike-Jack and Tito Sword cuts sharper than Concorde needles Call my Second Private "Tell him write this important message to Cypress –" "I heard Yakub assisted on the island with Dr. Titus And they just released a new deadly virus To infiltrate the Western states It's time to pump out more rap tapes And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate" "RZA — over and out!"