(feat. Cappadonna)

[Intro: Raekwon (samples)]

(Make me yours) He get out of line, break his $#&@ing arm...
You know how it go (What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah)
You know, word up, not playing the games, with these ^!$$%z, man

(Somebody tell me what do I do...)
None at all, man... hit 'em off, none of that, man


[Raekwon]
Aiyo, jump out the Acura, crazy heavy, what's popping?
Us locking the game, word to every hand on the lockmen

Street gwop, everybody eats, sweep blocks
This is a message, ain't go no grams, we gon' beatbox
Study like lessons, ^!$$%z in the game biting the grain

You knowing where it came from, stop it
You thought we wasn't coming? You dumbing, you blunted again
Watch Lex get that dough out ya pocket, rhyme all 'pallegic

Can't nothing move when I rhyme, when I drop lines it's law out in Egypt
Love ups, don't need no batteries now, what?
The only ^!$$%z that'll glow'll be us

Yo, throw me in Sin City, leave me with the vultures and bats
Then give me two weeks to bubble like Kim !@%$
Dirt Dog, we miss you, now it's time to murder the game

Cuz if things change, you know it ain't against Wu

[Chorus 1.5X: sample]

What am I supposed to say? Yeeaaah
Somebody tell me what do I do...


[GZA]
We keep it hot, keep the heat on the block
We never stop, drawing water up until it begin to drop

Raining with the patchwork of puzzles
That was written in the year of the dragon
More raw than you could ever imagine

How much of a great blessing to a rap city
Where the youth is organically fed, from the Witty
Unpredictable, Talent And Natural Game is lyrical

!@%(yze the picture, the portrait, the visual
A Cuban Link Chef cooks spaghetti that's untied
RAGU ^!$$% whose tomatoes are sundried

He gave y'all ^!$$%z whiplash from bling bling
But my rhyme'll give ya hot flash and moodswings
Math shed light on divine secrets, then science leaked it

For the lower level creatures that can't peep it
I observe MC's, regardless
From a neighboring world which is ten times the sharpness...


[Chorus]


[Masta Killa]
Let the track wind and ya mind flow free
Remain conscious on this ride to ya best ability

Infinity, back to the source of which it came
Energy, see it change forms, atoms being born, never ending
On and on and on and, travel with me

Not trying to convince the pack, that it's a fact
For those who can't adapt, I lived it, %#@!ted it back
We have agreed, you'll feel the impact of the truth when I'll squeeze

The brain feels something pop, hip hop, locked in texts
Fat checks, fly whips, jewelry, chicks
Enough kicks, fitted crown, buttoned down

Underneath the white T lies the four pound
This is forty-five minutes of menacing
Dismantling, any MC opponent stepping in the zone

Get ya face blown (Get ya face blown)

[Chorus]


[Inspectah Deck]
Observe the word, when I speak, get the truth's heard

True to the curb, Wu classic is the new birth
Spreading the blessing across seven continents
Arm of the trench, there's no form of defense

Entertainment, nine swords swing rapid
Check the techniques, first bow to The Abbott
Witty Unpredictable, gritty individual
Valid, if it's Actual, Talent and it's Natural
Game, rugged like the train, pump it in ya vein

I and I ride or die under the name
W-U, the primary, ya secondary
Definitely not necessary, the legendary
You printed the blueprints to do this %#@!
Moving the youth in the bricks

Spit poison tipped darts that rip hearts
Through the chest, when I manifest my sick art

[Method Man]
Speaking my mind, fall in line when I spit mine

Still in my prime, still'll shine til it quit time
If this is a crime, find me guilty, I'm so sublime
So rapid with rhymes, same slacking is $$#onine
Revealing the truth, catching feelings, it's still the Wu
Gorilla the booth, body armored, them killa proof

In living proof, I'm the Wittiest Unpredictable
Most Talented rap mutha$#&@er you ever listened to

[Cappadonna]
I'm a hustler, I grind til my pack is done
Give a seed, mad knowledge til they cracked and run

Can't nobody $#&@ with me, I'm just too nice
Smack ^!$$%s in they head everytime I write
Yo, I'm straight from Park Hill where the guns is popping
Where them little black kids do they grocery shopping
Go to school $#&@ed up, it's Africa Island
We poor in the bricks but inside it's nothing but talent