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WU-TANG CLAN : Da Mystery of Chessboxin' lyrics

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WU-TANG CLAN lyrics : "Da Mystery of Chessboxin'"

[Wu-Tang movie dialogue]
The game of chess, is like a swordfight
You must think first, before you move

Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

[Verse One: U-God]

Raw I'ma 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: Inspectah 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 ^!$$%z, and nuff guns
so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin

you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
Phony ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z like a 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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% for a minute though
cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo

I got beef wit commercial-ass ^!$$%z with gold teeth
lampin in a Lexus eatin beef
Straight up and down don't even bother

I got fourty ^!$$%z up in here now, who kill ^!$$%z 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 [email protected]&!]

Here I go, deep type flow

Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm
cherry bombin %#@!s... 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-eeeee somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone

Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff 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
^!$$%z be comin to the hip-hop store

Comin to buy gro-cery from me
Tryin to be a hip-hop MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang

You must bring the Ol' Dirty [email protected]&! type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow
Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!
No one could get illa


[Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]

Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the %#@! right
Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kickin that fast %#@!
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered $$# style mad ruff task

When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that %#@!? I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat
and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy

Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
^!$$%z is jettin I'm lickin off son

(Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!)

[Verse Six: Masta Killa]

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha

We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system

Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Novin on a ^!$$% with the speed of a centipede


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