Shattered Armor

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, what? Feel the fire Word life Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1] What's your major malfunction for pumpin' That watered down substance? Kid, watch for the snuffings Wu-Tang Productions paralyze the function Street corruptions, no interruptions Son of my father's mother's ex-husband Uncle's sister's son, his daughter's cousin Raised in a killing field where the gun stay bustin' I keep supplyin' this Uncontrolled Substance Highly-explosive radio-active doses Spontaneous flow that's very impulsive Raw material that's anti-corrosive My attitude stay intensely repulsive Wannabe MCs, but first you gotta face me S-T-R double-E T Mostly low key 'til someone provokes me Stay anti-socially, so don't bother approachin' me Keep the burner closely and mosey Catch me where the hoes be, Shaolin O.G With my voice box rid of toxic, Killah Hill Projects We lock shit, fuck the opposite, eat a dick I talk mad shit 'cause I could back it Plus 85%of y'all rappers is actors You's a sex symbol, shakin' your ass to sell a single But you sold out, yo, you sold out You walked the whole route, and now you straight trout And now you straight trout, get snuffed the fuck out!!! [Chorus] "Fierce darts..." -- Inspectah Deck "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital "Blew off the burner k-k-kinda dusty" -- Ghostface Killah "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital "Pullin out gats-g-g-gats for fun" -- Raekwon "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital "Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor" -- Inspectah Deck [Verse 2] Yo, supreme intelligence, Killah Hill resident Wu-Element, yo, my logo deal with excellence Street specialist, holdin' this, solo lyricist Black supremacist from the nine deadliest Ghetto chemisist, the tip of my tongue is venomous Spit Poisonous Darts continuous All you fatter cats with battery backs and gangster raps Claimin' how much gats you pack, you still wack You's a suspect, no respect, catch a chin-check Talkin' nines and TECs, you haven't met Street yet Quick to shit on your rep, cosmetic fuck This is B-B conduct, Shaolin What!? What!? [Chorus] "I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side" -- Raekwon "Fierce darts that'll pierce thru Solid Armor" -- Inspectah Deck "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital "Pierce through S-s-solid Armor" -- Inspectah Deck [Verse 3] This is Street Life delivery, heavy artillery ("We could bust a shot...") Thug therapy until they bury me, feelin' me? Shattered Armor, my code of honor Never dishonor, stay far of foreigners You wearin' toga suits and open-toed sandals Eatin' Strange Fruit, gettin' man-handled Control your lust, never reach and don't bust Watch who you trust, get Digi like dust Street Life, you know the type, bloody your eyesight I'm taking all fights tonight, on mic or off mic You ain't the truth, you seeing, yo, got your suit Don't put your faith in the flute, son, you're mad loose Another thug turned bitch, the industry made you switch Done shattered your armor and now you ain't shit Look at your now with your washed up style Represent it 'til I die, N.Y., Shaolin Isle [Chorus] "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital "Blew off the burner k-k-kinda dusty" -- Ghostface Killah "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital "P-P-Pullin out gats for fun" -- Raekwon "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital "B-B-Blew off the burner, k-k-kinda dusty" -- Ghostface Killah "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital "Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor" -- Inspectah Deck "We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital