Lyrics

[Intro: The Master sample] I despise your killings and rapings You're despicable (Huh, are you my judge?!) It's just.. you should be punished I'm gonna chop off your arm So are you ready? [Pre-Verse: U-God] Yo, yeah, yo, yo Yo, yuh [Verse 1: U-God] Check these hi-hats ding-dings movin' through the rubbish Party robust, Rec Room style for you brothers Time's tickin', erupt misconduct Enterin' one funk before the drum dry up Dial, style, jab vocab slow Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swellin', Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with somethin' that's round and profound Blood brothers, people of colors, we get down Watch this fly, force-feed things bein' said Nine Diagram acid black evil red leathers Mic half a dangle, serious a man My mic clapper death wish, everlastin' plan Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner Night champion, old villain style seamer Kiss a spider, Seagal saga, why bother? Godfather talk drama, fly swatters [Break: Sample from The Master] Number 2 — Chao San Poi [Verse 2: GZA] This Wu shit be hard to kill when full-blown Rhymes filter through the net before words hit the chrome Pro Tools editin' tracks that's rough Plus a jam without a live MC isn't enough So we attack this, and grab all within reach Throw this crap back to niggas, perfect your own speech Shit is copper! It ain't worth the mic stands Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands Niggas look on, they get hooked on this mic line Reeled in and shipped through the pipeline LP's delivered with style and potential Niggas flowin' smoothly in a sequential order Revealin' hidden tape recorders Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura [Verse 3: Raekwon] Twist the DAC up, them niggas with math is back up Watch he act up, 52 Block track we slap up Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this Two Kahlua's, one chick — she's German Luger Get the shit on, light a fresh pack Bust it open with the seal on, dunn Deal on this with the real on Neck's rocky, ring — call it the Decatur Slang souffléer, home decorater, player Mic immigrants, nine of us form resemblance Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is nasty Peep the ornaments enough to make shorty-wop stare at me Yo! He killed the God, might as well throw a chair at me [Break: RZA] Yo, MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder? Tell you the truth, it's just One Nation Under a Groove Gettin' down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the biz... [Verse 4: RZA] Yo, inhale this paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia Melba the fortune teller tried to tell ya 'Bout the group recruit, we scoop up C.R.E.A.M. like Breyers Then spread across the globe like telephone wires 36 assorted, Shaolin imported chambers been recorded You're fuckin' with the loops, time for royalty audit Fabulous establishment metabolism Blackfoot Indian Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian Then grew to a physical body with five meridians As the pendulum swings closer to the millennium 2000 Wickedness is spread amongst my citizen I gotta muscle the industrial to make a hustle And politic with Lyor and Russell When niggas is still rush you and brush you [Break: Sample from The Master] He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives [Verse 5: Masta Killa] Thoughts I contain in the trenches of the brain ignite Blowin' the mic to Arabian heights As I recite this medley Niggas couldn't fuck with the deadly grounds I hold down Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceilin' Panic and confusion echoes through the building Continuin' to build, I strive for perfection Driven by the will to live Glocks I hold, shots I give While searchers of rescue teams look for means of survival Or who's liable for this harrowin' experience You scream for the extreme Fiend for the capo regimes of the Wu-Tang Academy To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery [Outro: Sample from The Master] Number 2 — Chao San Poi Number 2 — Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives Number 1 — Yen Chang Wa He's an adulterer, don't trust him Number 2 — Chao San Poi Number 2 — Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives I despise your killing and raping You're despicable Are you my judge?! It's just.. you should be punished I'm gonna chop off your arm, so are you ready? I despise your killing and raping You're despicable Are you my judge?! It's just.. you should be punished I'm gonna chop off your arm, so are you ready?