Lyrics

[Skit: Inspectah Deck] Oh shit The nigga had a pair of Air Olden Polynice's on Oh shit, the nigga had a pair of Air Christian Slater's Rebel I, slay the max, it's really Digital Rockin' the latest in, every day comin' at niggas Rockin' the latest in Ben Stiller-wear Fuck that, the next big thing, lay this as Hollywood niggas Now that's a money thing Yo, yo [Intro: Inspectah Deck] I was dashing through the hood Eighteens with the whip smoke gray Leavin' skid marks on five-oh Smokin' all the way (Hahaha) With my all-star team Bitches see our shine Yo, son, we gotta make that cream Whether raps or nicks and dimes [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] They call me Rollie, watch me poly with the wide body Denali Bagged a bad hottie, rocked enough ice to play hockey I swarm like paparazzi She popped a wheelie on the candy apple Kawasaki Everything is sophi, philosophical for those who copy I'll probably splash her tonight, don't block me Sippin' on rum, Bacardi got me toxy Plus the Cali 'dro holdin' me, I'm 'bout to 'scape like the Roxy Ever property, Monopoly, big shotti Snatch the cream, whether in the concert hall or in the lobby Used to be a hobby, got me duckin' Rudy Giulianni Like I'm still coppin' big eighths from papi Follow me, whether Mardi Gras' or house party It's wild like safari, ain't mean to catch the body But had 'em wobbly off the first blow, tryna knock me I'm known to pump your blood like the theme song to Rocky Kamikaze, might karate Lock your head like a natty dread then pour myself Calarasi Professionally trained, I aim for your artery I give the autographs but charge for photography Not hardly kid, you awkward Godbody You'se a carbon copy, just started to rock Wally's Spark the broccoli, spaz off this ghetto opery Or catch the hot seat, you're batty bwoy without your posse Seen [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason [Verse 2: GZA] They couldn't get me, watch me move swiftly Broke the unmarked fifty with this cabby who was a gypsy He stayed tipsy, said he loved his bills crispy Drivin' the streets he kept heat on the night, shifty Quickly, who ring bells like it's twelve on Sunday? While the stage catch shells from forceful gunplay Mere fact that the track was a fierce counterattack All those who couldn't multiply were sent back With no tanks, low rank, soldiers hit in the heart Tainted the fabric of an empire, was torn apart Brought to a halt from a front full assault The chemist left the lab with undetermined results They say the swordsman sift electrical volts The audience go nuts with loose screws and bolts The archives automatically changed your stiff vibes It was layin' in the zip drive from chest five [Chorus: Inspectah Deck] Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason Come come come, want more Without, son, give me the reason [Outro] "Your faith in Shaolin is courageous You blind fool we have our teachings to share Our joy with the people And there too suffer for them as well" "You have learned your style well" "Wu-Tang Style"