The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Wu style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible
Verse One: U-God
Raw imma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains
Verse Two: Inspector Deck
Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah I come from the shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from Is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns So if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contesting You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrollin niggas with the eighteen wheeler With the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealin'styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth Lampin in a Lexus eatin beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers
Chorus: Method Man
My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack My peoples are you with me where you at? Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats
Verse Four: Ol Dirty Bastard
Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm Cherry bombin' shits...BOOM Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happenin Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be somebody Grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Huff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff Rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly Or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes Comin raw style, hardcore Niggas be comin to the hip-hop store Comin to buy grocery from me Tryin to be a hip-hop MC
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