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The Monument

January 24, 2008

The Monument

[Busta Rhymes]
  Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the fuck now?
  Flipmode Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?
  Yeah yeah yeah..
  Historical and monumental shit
  What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah
  
  Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball
  Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall
  Niggaz play hard and shit; if you know what’s best for you
  y’all niggaz better safeguard your shit
  Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
  Fuck with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
  Street niggaz now the corporate boss
  Still go to y’all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss
  And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my shit bomb
  Your whole show wack and I’ma cancel your sitcom
  Fuck a nigga broad ’til she tired and real calm
  You ain’t knowin my name tattoed on your bitch arm
  The way we blow SHIT is a shame
  Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne
  Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz
  Y’all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!
  
  [Raekwon the Chef]
  Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches
  Let the mic lines – hang that slang is ridiculous
  Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed-offs
  That’s my specialty, more to bust
  Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord
  I analyze your work those that got merked were not established
  Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
  S-5, blowin through Asbury
  Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand
  Them them niggaz, robbin from Pinkhouse’s
  Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
  God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand
  See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
  Baby, it’s all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
  Limousine, automatic new uzi’s in ’em yo
  Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him
  
  [GZA]
  Move up the block, giant box blast my song
  Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
  Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
  Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
  I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
  Some assumin they paid dues and joined the union
  Lost nigga couldn’t rumble in this wild jungle
  Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
  Divine Master, threw on the track that made ’em bleed
  He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
  This powerful magnet, that left ’em stagnant
  was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
  Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
  Starlight scope, with the night vision device
  Splendid marksman, that’ll shoot the one off the dice
  Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill ’em twice
  [*GUNBLAST*]
  

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One Blood Under W

January 24, 2008

One Blood Under W

[Junior Reid]
  Run’din from fires of the city, and tee bloood
  Blooood, blood, bloooood.. blooood
  You two ta both from EE-hee-ma, ah ya both from Jahnker
  You ta both from fire outside
  You both from To-ah-ee
  One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
  
  [Masta Killa]
  I was rollin, showin my age, unshaven
  rugged with my Timberland boots that paid
  I walk with a slight lean from the way that my heat
  givin a green the shine infra-red beam
  at the stret traffic light recorders
  Takin pictures of our corners
  Cameras on the side of the buildings, we destroy ’em
  The Chameleon throws cream to children, out the window
  We movin in unmarked vans, disguised as a light tan
  with plastic phasers in rubber hands
  Fuck fame, I shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim
  How dare you call the Gods in vein!
  Not knowin the seriousness of this and why I came
  to Earth, feet first
  I dare you lion tame to the beat of the drum
  No questionin to the session, I walk with gun
  The magnum of bust-es head for many directions unknown
  Another statistic, change the bolistics
  on the nozzle, make em goggle and swallow
  Scrape the craters of the brain for data
  Old scriptures on withered paper
  beginnin take shape and form
  when the gods get on it and crash your college dorm
  
  [Junior Reid]
  You two ta both from uptown, ah your both from downtown
  Your ta both from An-ah-town, ah yah both from ’roundtowm
  One bloood, one blooood, one blooooood
  The pussy ‘nit find it
  Travel w’on, raise your wine
  That’s blooood yuud, blooood
  
  [Masta Killa]
  Now verse 2, even more deadly than the first, unrehearsed raw footage
  Part 2 for you, I give this dedication, project elimination
  He’s a burnt offering, nothing up my sleeve
  I’m just vanishin with the vanishin cream
  Here’s jewels to live by
  Identify before you enter and can’t leave with weed
  Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can’t breathe
  A bum only has one time to explode
  When I break I’m takin everything,
  turn the city streets to Dusty Rhodes
  Behold this return of the Invincible Tone
  Rude like Governor Tuse and King Toustume,
  who gave the order to bust ’em?
  Don’t ask this is Genuine Draft
  Blueprint ultimate legit sting international, stone love classical
  comin back, to attack in black fatigue
  Wu-Tang and Junior Reid
  
  [Junior Reid]
  You two ta both from Lebanon, ah ya both from Iran
  You da both from China, ah ya both from Japan
  One blooood, one blooood, one blooood
  You two ta both from uptown, ah ya both from down sout’
  You da both from An-ah-town, ah ya both from long (??)
  One bloood, one blooood, one blooood
  The pussy ‘nit find it
  Travel w’on, raise your wine
  That’s bloood, yuud, blooood, bloood
  Mothers fighting daughters every day
  Fathers fighting sons
  Sisters hating sisters
  Rappers getting murdered, every day
  You two da both from Eeh-hee-ma, ah ya both a Juhnker
  You da both from fire outside
  Ya both a (??)
  One bloood, one blooood, one bloooood
  You two da from da Brook-a-lyn, ah ya both from Jonx
  You da dumb prom queen, ah ya both from Jersey
  One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
  You two da both from Long Island, ah ya both from Philly
  You ta both from Carneitty, ah ya from from over south
  One bloood, one bloood, one bloood
  

Duck Season

January 24, 2008

Duck Season

[Raekwon the Chef]
  Scrape y’all motherfuckers
  This is my word, when you see us
  When you see us flashing and shining
  And building and adding on
  Y’all niggaz just watch it, hear me
  Only ones that who we got respect for
  Is them niggaz that we say peace to
  Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
  Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again
  Pirahna niggaz bite dick, yo Son, it’s on again
  What up, he made a move, try to assist it
  Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I’m a bishop
  Back to the novel, you Son, it’s logical
  How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
  Now my proposal, it’s the global
  >From California to courts, it’s over God, so taste the tofu
  Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November
  Shorty called me Santa in December
  But guess what, my Wally’s got messed up
  Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up
  We scrape that, Land O’ Lake that
  My dolo rapper get you sent back
  Represent the gentlemens who bent that
  Flash medallions like Italians
  La costra nostra, we moving through your hood like a poster
  Flex this, Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement
  So keep the bust the gun Boo
  Like that bad ass bitch in Dead Presidents
  Add on, the billboard sloan
  Check it now, you get the gold dick award
  It’s like jail and it’s the sixth floor
  Test me, floating in the S.E., now let’s see
  Half of y’all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree
  Faggots, homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo
  Stay militant kid, push it like bolo
  You fucking idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it
  Face one, I’m guaranteed to make you take one
  Please, y’all niggaz money getting low
  But did you come back, set up shop, and get the phat dough
  Tired of y’all, mostly inspired by y’all
  So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down
  Faggot, fuck fuck around punk, battle for cream nigga
  
  [RZA]
  You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
  I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
  No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
  When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead
  It’s Wu-Tang nigga, ain’t nothing changed nigga
  Still shame on a nigga, who tried to run game
  Get virgin and perversions, fucking bitches with Persian
  Bugs watching niggaz like the turgeon, it’s the surgeon slugs
  still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
  We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
  We fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquility
  In your rap utility to fuck with the abilities
  Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary
  Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
  Age of poems and poetry, old sloans
  Explosive head bullets, black hooded
  Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
  And know how to put it in you
  Surrender your goods and your merchandise
  For no purchase price, I’m certainly a heist
  For your ice and curtains and vice
  Come quietly, Wu-Tang Clan rules society
  Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
  And lead them to defy me, diary…
  I need 18 points for my next joint
  This high and mointed king, to make a deal
  I be the one to appoint, Steve Ripken must have been sniffing
  To catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits pussy dripping
  I fuck hundreds of bitches, and split millions of dollars
  And built with thousands of scholars
  My life saga from the hildred of horor
  Legal kid brown in Nicaragua
  Gave birth to MC’s, seeds and bank robbers
  We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
  And my dick’s been sucked by the finest lips
  Stand to tell the contestants, in the world’s best repressment
  But none of the above compare to the one-twenty lessons
  Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in
  Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections
  
  [Method Man]
  This rhyme has no limitations, this time there’s no hesitation
  Collecting minds at the door, you want it niggaz it’s yours
  The flavors raw, what the fuck you think I’m flowing for
  It’s rhyme and reason, bite the bullet
  Niggaz is foul in this duck season
  We add odds till we even motherfucker
  Bad asses, high times, lower classes
  Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses
  Bring it to him, room service, under pressure
  And mad nervous, waving guns at the clergy
  Ticallion, we ain’t worried
  Keep them sick niggaz seven-thirty
  Picture this, watch the birdy
  This bastards is rolling dirty
  With sharp pins that be stabbing you
  Pins and needles, needles and pins
  Nuff said, dick in your mouth
  Like pimp was bled, as I race track with thoroughbreds
  Ducking the feds
  
  [Raekwon the Chef]
  Yo, my ice slow fly up on the keyboard son
  Niggaz ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
  That’s right, exile the fake, hit them niggaz like weight
  Feed a fool, let the fake evaporate
  Reconstruction, that’s the whole science of mine
  Production, ya’ll niggas guess who stuck son
  Left his meth son, switch, finger itch
  Staring at you like a bitch, maybe y’all niggaz snitch
  Youse a loner, Adidas shell top with lye
  sipping Corona, read the rev report then bone her
  Buy you some jewels, here’s some food
  Not neccessarily mean to be rude boo, check out the analoo
  We in the mushrooms, chased the high neck in the custom
  Baggy jeans, thick ropes god, sliding through customs
  Chill, y’all niggaz know what time it is
  James Bond Beamers behind me, on Bacardi Lime and
  check out the pitch like Nolan Ryan
  He cought a slug for lying
  Yeah you was lying, where’s the cash, crying
  Militia, rolling in position
  Casa Blanca Cuban Link Christian
  Lex the tally back whistling, fake fucks

Reunited

January 24, 2008

Reunited

[Intro: Roxanne]
  
  It’s Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers [3X]
  It’s Wu, ah goin on
  
  [Verse One: The Genius/GZA]
  
  Reunited, double LP, we’re all excited
  Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited
  from metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth
  Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf
  Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily
  Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly
  Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions
  You couldn’t add it up, if you mastered addition
  Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual
  De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals
  I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural
  He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural
  Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment
  Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments
  Just consider the unparallel advantage
  Of a natural disaster that’s impossible to manage
  
  [Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus]
  
  Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk
  I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk
  Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk
  The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk
  my name black, do words wanna play in my dirt?
  Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church
  I come like a thousand doves
  Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love
  Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse
  Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze
  I don’t walk, I get carried
  Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly
  but come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers
  The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man
  my grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out
  Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth
  You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash
  
  [*sound of a plane crashing and explosion*]
  
  [Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers [2X]
  Yeah… and RZA
  
  [Verse Three: RZA]
  
  Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula
  Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma
  Stinkbox, order from pink dot
  MC’s get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox
  Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk
  Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
  How can I put it? Life is like video footage
  Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
  I’m too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage
  attack when you least notice through explosive postage
  I don’t play, the rap souflee sautee for the day
  Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head
  Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig
  I got the golden egg plus the goose
  Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice
  Ginseng boost, I got yo’ neck in a noose
  Keep my money wrinkled, the rap star twinkle killer instinct
  sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko
  Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us
  and we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us
  
  [Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung]
  
  Is it appetite for destruction
  Slap a murder rap on this production, I touch somethin trust nuttin
  Iron Lung/Twisted Metal
  I see em duckin my dart gun, bustin, from every angle
  Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow
  that be code named Agent Orange, killin you slow
  It’s only right you pay homage
  to those that’s bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid
  as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal
  Be screamin on you like a drill sargeant, her-bals
  got me where I wanna be right now, don’t know the time
  Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine
  Drunk off of cheap wine
  Each line be on point when I speak mine
  On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUUUUU, Enter the Wu
  Thirty-Six more deadly Chambers, to take you through
  
  [Outro: Roxanne]
  
  It’s Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers [6X]
  
  [*violins play on for a while*]
  
  It’s Wu motherfuckers, Wu-Tang motherfuckers [5X]
  Yeahhh, Wu-Tannnnnng
  Wu-Tannnnnnnng
  
  [Ol Dirty] Oh yeahhhh, ahhh, aiyy yeahh yeahhhahh aiii
  [Roxanne] And RZA…

Impossible

January 24, 2008

Impossible

[RZA] Yo… check check it
  [Tekitha] You can never defeat
  [RZA] Yo check the method of this shit right here one time
  [Tekitha] The Gods
  [RZA] Sparkin your braincells to the upmost
  [Tekitha] Impossible
  [RZA] Unlimited epidemics bein spreaded
  [Tekitha] You can never defeat
  [RZA] You know, we try and add on for y’all niggas
  [Tekitha] The Gods
  [RZA] Yo, yo
  
  [Verse One: RZA]
  
  Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence
  Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant
  The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams
  Mental pictures been painted, Allah’s heard and seen
  everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere
  Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere
  Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here
  Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear
  Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants
  Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients
  Stapleton’s been stamped as a concentration camp
  At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp
  Electric microbes, robotic probes
  Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips
  stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated
  Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated
  Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration
  Testin poison in prison population
  My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan
  Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men
  like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article
  was diabolical to the last visible molecule
  A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron
  Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron
  
  [Verse Two: U-God]
  
  United Nations, gun fire style patient
  Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation
  Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest
  We want sanitary food, planetary conquest
  Thug peoples on some hardco’ body shit
  Get your shit together ‘fore the fuck Illuminati hit
  Dreams is free in escape of sleep
  For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time
  The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind
  The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate
  the whole Babylon, times up, move on
  Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes
  opposed through the gate, case closed
  Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones
  were holding guns, we take flight with no fright
  and attack, never fear cause our words is clear
  What’s been done can’t be undone Son, we can’t care
  Cause the last days and times are surely here
  Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones
  Divine minds bind, we unified as one
  Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit
  Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt
  
  [Chorus: Tekitha]
  
  For you to defeat, the Gods
  Impossible, you can never… defeat
  The Gods, impossible
  For you to defeat, the Gods
  
  [Verse Three: Ghostface Killah]
  
  Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
  Don’t go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart
  Stay still Son, don’t move, just think about Keeba
  She’ll be three in January, your young God needs you
  The ambulance is taking too long
  Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
  One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
  Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
  Nahhh Jamie, don’t start that shit
  Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
  When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
  In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
  He pointed to the charm on his neck
  With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
  I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
  Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
  Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
  With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
  She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
  Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
  Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
  Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
  Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
  In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin
  But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
  Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
  Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally’s like ketchup
  Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
  It can’t be, from Yohoo to Lee’s
  Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
  Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
  He was announced, pronounced dead, y’all, at twelve ten
  
  [Outro: Raekwon and Tekitha]
  
  Now what my man is trying to tell y’all
  Is that across the whole globe (you can never)
  The murder rates is increasin, and we decreasin (you can never)
  So at the same time, when you play with guns
  When you play with guns Son (you can never defeat)
  That causes the conflict of you goin against your own (the Gods)
  You hear me, so let’s pay attention
  Straight up and down, cause this is only a story
  From the real

It’s Yourz

January 24, 2008

It’s Yourz

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]
  
  Machine gun rap for all my niggaz in the back
  Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback
  See through yellow lines
  Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God
  Magic marker rap, bleed Benatton
  Relaxed, wrote this, comin at cha crab ass cope
  and snatch ya ice off, chillin in the back, throw the lights off
  Waves, water blend, rhyme flow in slow motion
  Thick snare, I’m feelin like a snail in the ocean
  What’s your wish? Wanna Kringle like Kris?
  Melodic single, dark snap a nigga just like fish
  You fucked up, some rich niggaz you done test yo
  Select the wrong apartment, and niggaz pulled up your dress
  Style molest that, canal chain nigga where ya vest at
  Flex’ll make me wanna bless that, yo
  Saddam Hu-sane niggaz light the torch, we flamin niggaz
  Autograph that, flatten all the main niggaz
  
  [Chorus:]
  
  [All] It’s Yourz!
  [RZA] The world in the palm of your hand
  [All] It’s Yourz!
  [RZA] Twenty-three million of useful land
  [All] It’s Yourz!
  [RZA] The seed and the black wo-man
  [All] It’s Yourz!
  [RZA] Double LP from Wu-Tang Clan
  [All] It’s Yourz! (2X)
  
  [Verse Two: U-God]
  
  Yo, super freak physique. like Raphael Saadiq
  Baby love the ganja leaf, everday of the week
  Super friends wake up, deluxe gourmet beats
  The night is right, I might find me a suite
  It’s a quarter full moon, now I ride with my swoon
  Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room
  Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom
  Keep in stride, smoke the lah smoke the boom
  Feel the fumes, consume toxic tunes
  Hell bound, species forty ounce typhoon
  The ultra-violet scream machine move your body touch
  The totem pole wobble Ark builders God rush
  Beams of light, stop ya breathin — it’s huntin season
  Honey eye-ballin down for no reason
  Grab her close, play post, wind and wax floors
  Never mind the laws, cause tonight
  [All] It’s Yourz
  
  [Verse Three: RZA]
  
  Stop the fader of the RAM, pass my watts through my pre-amp
  Them can’t stress the beat vamp the shit’ll get blam
  at full throttle, hot lead propels throughout my nozzle
  Crack your soul like bottles, leave you stiff as models
  You fag, you couldn’t pull one drag — off my blunt
  You couldn’t punch your way out of a wet paper bag
  with scissors in your hands — bitch, the RZA
  I stand close to walls, like number four the lizard
  Enchant a few solar panels, blast off like Roman Candles
  Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel
  You cocker spaniel dogs, can’t fuck with our catalog
  Put your lights out and leave your brain inside a fog
  
  [Verse Four: Inspectah Deck]
  
  It’s only natural, actual facts are thrown at you
  The impact’ll blow trees back and crack statues
  Million dollar rap crews fold, check the sick shit
  explicit, I crystalize the rhyme so you can sniff it
  We live this, fitted hats low conceal the Crooked I
  No surprise, verbal stick up — put em high
  Rebel I, outlaw, split second on the draw
  Blow the door off this shit, like bricks of C-4
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Verse Five: Ghostface]
  
  Check out my beaver, baby blue glock in the safe
  Seems Darthy and the God and get ski roll weight
  We hold a belt Son, that’s my word
  Spot a rapper run him down, throw him out in the third, yo check it
  I think like the man behind a register
  Evergreen smokin estates, rhyme and power made me treasurer
  With third down, six to go flash his strobe lights
  I’m open RZA hit me off lovely and I love him
  With root beer thoughts, here’s a tennis court
  for your birthday, the babyface of rap politic with Sade
  Avenging eagle crooks rock the “W” and “Spiegel” books
  Annheiser Busch kings came through, and stopped your whole jooks
  Spitfire Kangols, watch Tony train a gang of hoes
  Painful like hearin the news, like when your man go
  Ends blow, windy at times watch the room sheisty girl
  Love to sit out this song, now watch your water break
  
  [Chorus: latter 1/2]

‘97 Mentality

January 24, 2008

’97 Mentality

[Cappadonna]
  Yo! It’s the burial ground sound, Dunn!
  It’s real out here
  Staten Island puttin chills in y’all niggaz
  Forever in it.. yo
  
  My devastatin hot ’97 Mentality
  Keep me on point for my four-digit salary
  Heavyweight lyric never lost one calorie
  I’m soon to be seen, on the TV screen
  Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen
  Stay black, where I’m at, high road to rap council
  Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil
  Never limit to the diction, cause chaos to mixin
  Brutalize a sound check, ripple through the intermission
  Rap’s under siege, held tight like a squeeze
  Forced in the world ‘Donna nuclear freeze
  Through the damage to the wannabe Flipmode and Def Squad
  Ruckus a whirlpool in the rap entourage
  If you dare to test thirty-six, chambers of strangers
  My word of mouth it’s all real wigs might peel
  Livin large and in charge branch out Bon Voyage
  Twenty-four diamond government named God
  Alias Daryl Hill bring thugs back to kill
  Circle around my son, Daryl Jr. never eatin large
  Auntie Dauntie sixteen holdin me down
  AIDS of rap music may be contagious to sound
  Verbal the slang pushed back to create pronoun
  Method forcin J-Love to Bring the Pain from underground
  Realizin food for thought is self-compromisin
  Shaolin cut the crack into a triple-O sizin
  Blue do what he do to keep that currency risin
  Hopin I catch a deal so we can catch a full wheel
  Instead of catchin bodies, niggaz not keepin it real
  Dirtball niggaz that steal cake from stores
  That’s my type of niggaz I be wantin on my tours
  Can’t help it, my styles stay fat like Roseanne
  Ruckus in the square I stay rough like the Clan
  Panther on my arm, pen and pad in my hand
  Punk motherfuckers better beware of the Shaolin
  Defy interactive project Children of the Corn
  Gats and my man keep em bustin till he’s gone
  Style so ancient it sparks just like the unicorn
  ‘Donna come through everyday my uniform
  changes and switches, I came to make ladies out of bitches
  Crackhead niggaz get stitches
  So what up with that kid, danger when I attack kid
  Watch how the slang hits you, just like the fat kid
  Form another pyramid, look how we slid
  All over Park Hill, Stapleton politic
  on a twenty dollar bill all in it together
  You can’t fuck with the stormy weather, yaknahmean?
  
  [Ghostface]
  To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
  Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
  Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
  Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
  [repeat 2X]
  
  …
  
  To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
  Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
  Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
  Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
  
  …
  
  To the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
  Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
  Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
  Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution
  
  …
  
  To the year, to the year Born God all the Gods strike hard
  Fast from the swine hold down your boulevard
  Father-U to C-Cypher, start the revolution
  Middle finger in the air, for slang prostitution

On The Strength

January 24, 2008

On The Strength

[Intro:]
  
  Okay God it’s like this
  If we don’t manifest our power to the fullest
  Man, you know what I’m saying?
  Nothing will become of everything that we plan
  
  Understand and understood God
  See we goin’ show them the strength in what we doing
  Cause this is for he babies (indeed)
  That’s why it’s on the strength
  Everything is on the strength
  
  [Verse 1:]
  
  Simultaneous anger to this life I’m no stranger
  Galaxy mission to attack in the track black
  Diplomats in the world called rapture
  Death was a concept I didn’t want to capture
  The laughter singing over ?mantress d?
  Street colleagues slow up,
  Their man got tow up
  Guts be throw up sipping on rum
  We sing from the creed of a begger’s last son
  Cash fast fun, no life undone
  Take what you need son cause you daddy made mo’ than one
  And it was fun ’till reality formed screaming
  >From a palace where the weather’s warm
  Yo you have to be the father and the lord of the score
  Used to hover here now it’s cutting your vocal cord
  No mo’ speaking the lies to the weak
  ‘Cause I’m about killing these guys with my feet
  Today it’s a stage maybe later it’s a cosmic course
  The general I be rocking on the horse
  On the strength of course don’t let it be in vain
  Cause it’s time for The Beggaz to reign, remain
  
  [Verse 2:]
  
  A vision my facility a death world trilogy (you see that shit)
  Now fictional plots speak out through gunshots
  Battles won and lost at the of heaven’s throne
  The sky rains blood drowning the earth with red mud
  I be sitting on the edge of Mars counting stars
  Finding me a place in space unchaseable
  No mortal can’t fulfill such skill they incapable
  Of keeping all the planets in-line with one mind
  Make the sun and moon both shine at one time
  I orchestrate the guns that air for God’s sake
  Precipitate make rain, hail, snow and earthquake
  Levitate the gravitational pull of Haleys comet
  Shake the chords of earth make a euro-volacanic vomit
  Ebonic with sonic waves that blaze the human flesh
  It flames extra-terrestrial it’s time to reap professional
  Feel the untestable force burning your course
  Hints of visible thoughts be the source of Begga sorcery
  ….Begga sorcery
  
  [Chorus]
  ON THE STRENGTH
  Time is money and gain
  ON THE STRENGTH
  Math is one and the same
  ON THE STRENGTH
  Whining is something for pain
  ON THE STRENGTH
  Beggaz for ever remain
  [Repeat]
  
  [Verse 3:]
  
  Buddah Hava who lives the ways by nature
  Escape on a galactic space caper
  To the nexus, transportation a glass Lexus
  Forever present is Wu Chi in the essence
  Of life is immortal
  we travel through portals thats phenomenon,
  paragon through the octagon
  My Chi gong is calm, express through Alvatron
  Love hell alright is the day destroys the night
  Knife divides today feathers are harmonious
  And universal ways to escapades
  We take what we need to survive and stay alive
  Draw more sometimes as we break through the other side
  
  [Verse 4:]
  
  The Knoliton master law and order
  Astrolgoic civilize the human family throughout the populous
  Live forever like metabolics
  Everything I speak has logic
  Estimated all partsman of the chief king fistboxin’
  Inscribe within the Begga doctrine
  Manual infold I roll protect my physic
  from elements of the globe
  We communicate like space probe,
  Remainder of the square frag the author
  of the final chapter seven star grandmaster
  Pugilist John Trappa M.D.
  Go-go thirteen professional MC
  I bomb squads like Hank Sharpley
  Expose a fraud like hardcopy
  I know click and shoot like paparazzi
  With the never conclusive euro language of usage
  Street persona, my thought is blacker than the pre-madonna
  Far and beyond, If lickin’ who warfare like Sadam
  Invade everyone like Ghangis Khan
  Forever will remain
  And the Beggaz will continue go on…….
  
  [Chorus]
  
  mixing then fade away……
  

On The Strength

January 24, 2008

On The Strength

[Intro:]
  
  Okay God it’s like this
  If we don’t manifest our power to the fullest
  Man, you know what I’m saying?
  Nothing will become of everything that we plan
  
  Understand and understood God
  See we goin’ show them the strength in what we doing
  Cause this is for he babies (indeed)
  That’s why it’s on the strength
  Everything is on the strength
  
  [Verse 1:]
  
  Simultaneous anger to this life I’m no stranger
  Galaxy mission to attack in the track black
  Diplomats in the world called rapture
  Death was a concept I didn’t want to capture
  The laughter singing over ?mantress d?
  Street colleagues slow up,
  Their man got tow up
  Guts be throw up sipping on rum
  We sing from the creed of a begger’s last son
  Cash fast fun, no life undone
  Take what you need son cause you daddy made mo’ than one
  And it was fun ’till reality formed screaming
  >From a palace where the weather’s warm
  Yo you have to be the father and the lord of the score
  Used to hover here now it’s cutting your vocal cord
  No mo’ speaking the lies to the weak
  ‘Cause I’m about killing these guys with my feet
  Today it’s a stage maybe later it’s a cosmic course
  The general I be rocking on the horse
  On the strength of course don’t let it be in vain
  Cause it’s time for The Beggaz to reign, remain
  
  [Verse 2:]
  
  A vision my facility a death world trilogy (you see that shit)
  Now fictional plots speak out through gunshots
  Battles won and lost at the of heaven’s throne
  The sky rains blood drowning the earth with red mud
  I be sitting on the edge of Mars counting stars
  Finding me a place in space unchaseable
  No mortal can’t fulfill such skill they incapable
  Of keeping all the planets in-line with one mind
  Make the sun and moon both shine at one time
  I orchestrate the guns that air for God’s sake
  Precipitate make rain, hail, snow and earthquake
  Levitate the gravitational pull of Haleys comet
  Shake the chords of earth make a euro-volacanic vomit
  Ebonic with sonic waves that blaze the human flesh
  It flames extra-terrestrial it’s time to reap professional
  Feel the untestable force burning your course
  Hints of visible thoughts be the source of Begga sorcery
  ….Begga sorcery
  
  [Chorus]
  ON THE STRENGTH
  Time is money and gain
  ON THE STRENGTH
  Math is one and the same
  ON THE STRENGTH
  Whining is something for pain
  ON THE STRENGTH
  Beggaz for ever remain
  [Repeat]
  
  [Verse 3:]
  
  Buddah Hava who lives the ways by nature
  Escape on a galactic space caper
  To the nexus, transportation a glass Lexus
  Forever present is Wu Chi in the essence
  Of life is immortal
  we travel through portals thats phenomenon,
  paragon through the octagon
  My Chi gong is calm, express through Alvatron
  Love hell alright is the day destroys the night
  Knife divides today feathers are harmonious
  And universal ways to escapades
  We take what we need to survive and stay alive
  Draw more sometimes as we break through the other side
  
  [Verse 4:]
  
  The Knoliton master law and order
  Astrolgoic civilize the human family throughout the populous
  Live forever like metabolics
  Everything I speak has logic
  Estimated all partsman of the chief king fistboxin’
  Inscribe within the Begga doctrine
  Manual infold I roll protect my physic
  from elements of the globe
  We communicate like space probe,
  Remainder of the square frag the author
  of the final chapter seven star grandmaster
  Pugilist John Trappa M.D.
  Go-go thirteen professional MC
  I bomb squads like Hank Sharpley
  Expose a fraud like hardcopy
  I know click and shoot like paparazzi
  With the never conclusive euro language of usage
  Street persona, my thought is blacker than the pre-madonna
  Far and beyond, If lickin’ who warfare like Sadam
  Invade everyone like Ghangis Khan
  Forever will remain
  And the Beggaz will continue go on…….
  
  [Chorus]
  
  mixing then fade away……

The Projects

January 24, 2008

The Projects

[Raekwon chattin with Shy]
  “Peace God”
  “Peace to the Gods”
  “How you God?”
  “Studyin one-twenty right now”
  “Mmmm”
  “Call me back at the God Hour”
  
  [Raekwon the Chef]
  The Fuck?
  It’s just the new way of thinkin
  Light up the broccoli kid
  Throw the relish in my back pocket
  Keep your eyes open
  Push your seat back, just flow…
  That’s how we doin it
  
  Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec
  Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet
  Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project
  Slam you like Hamill’s wife ‘fore the scandal
  Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts
  Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo
  When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won’t perform if I’m not lampable
  Askin my man’ll get you slapped down; play the anthem
  Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that’s the ticket
  Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment
  Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted
  Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?
  
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that’s
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
  [God] New York projects
  [Rae] I’m livin large yo, stop miragin
  
  [Method Man]
  Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind
  Behind every fortune there’s a crime
  This technique is tech-9
  Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind
  This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary
  Them niggaz all thumbs and can’t handle, my flurry
  Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me
  Don’t even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney
  Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper
  Black ‘n Decker, hardware avoid the leper
  Five o’clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector
  Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow
  Double oh-seven mark
  The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment
  Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous
  Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes
  
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that’s
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin
  [God] Projects
  [Rae] I’m livin large yo, stop miragin
  
  [Ghostface Killah]
  Suck my dick it’s the kid with the fat knob
  I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs
  Quick get on your knees, with yo’ sweet pussy let it breathe
  Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three
  Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in
  Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit
  Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin
  Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit
  Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it’s
  TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart’s breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly
  Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger
  All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine
  Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God
  Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage
  Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house
  Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit
  You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns
  Plus beef I hone, the condom broke
  Bitch you got AIDS I’m shakin in my bones