Intro: Inspectah
Allow me to demonstrate the of Shaolin The technique of shadowboxing
Poisonous, poisonous (word word) I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face with that Alright cool yeah, go man...
Verse One: Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS
Poisonous paragraphs, ya phonograph in half, it be the Inspectah on the warpath class leavin mics with a cast Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns Run fast, comes the verbal assaulta Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker I scored from the inner slums And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the First they criticize, but now they have mentally paralyzed hits that I devise Now I testify, the is I, Rebel INS Ya highness, to electrify with of an eel, truth that I reveal'll crush the amateurs who screamed to it real Caesar down hoodied up and fatigues Part time minor receive third degrees Attack like a pack, once I pull back then guard you, and bust through like a
Verse Two: Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks
Yo, you carat gold slum computer wizard Tappin my rap vein causes blizzards Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta Gorillas injected with strength of eighty The spins ruins, rap exotic blends Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin What a dosage, you in rap High explosives my post-its hypnotize with I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Record-breaking the Thriller Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers Float like dope killer is what I sponsor Ya entrepeneur, pens and like shakespeare When I fuck I hair, collect drawers as souveneirs Fuck yeah, my down German beers My career is on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs Etcetera, damage any lame ass Who try to front, get broken and like leathers hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya Say never poetry crumbs deal with graphic my family overseas in mansions If rap was crack, fully I be tour cats Tax the kingpin of the rap drug Village niggaz get slapped in for rappin, big steps off laffin
(Were you using the Wu-Tang school method against me? I've so many styles, forgive me)
Verse Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds
Sit relax, fake niggaz don't get turns me massage ya brain with slang that's king Projects filled with young men cause Who is Thousand dollar chains and techs Focus, the brokest niggaz of shit These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype Exchange mad blunts taste the Keepin up on fakes outta for cakes No doubt, plus nobody amount, we dough off of Puttin fifty on the and Allah, it's like that Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight Corners, stay surrounded with Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread But regardless, to jail niggaz with charges layin in the guard with La My Clan done ran from to Atlanta, with stamina Clingers and gamblers, and gram like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff Rude bwoy you bet, it movin par shallah Pro black tar Designin the fly and stay shinin and the RZA pours more beats than fine wine raps go to black with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map Knew it's all good and all what, we want some Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun
Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a.
The don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own And it's shown when my hands grip the microphone Verbally I bodies with cordless shotties Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained potties I bomb facts, my is an axe to split backs invisible, dope fiend tracks the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows How we move wolfs in sheep clothes data, microchips or software Undaground and off air, the Land of the henchman from the North Strikin niggaz the Mason-Dixon line crossed