Intro: Inspectah
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of The technique of shadowboxing
Poisonous, (word word word) I slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face with that shit cool yeah, go ahead man...
Verse One: Inspectah a.k.a. Rebel INS
paragraphs, smash ya phonograph in half, it be the Deck on the warpath First class leavin mics with a Causin like the aftermath when guns blast Run fast, here comes the assaulta Rhymes runnin like a child in a walker I scored from the slums abroad And my thoughts are razor I sliced the mic from the cord they criticize, but now they have become mentally with hits that I devise Now I testify, the rest is I, INS Ya highness, blessed to with voltage of an eel, truth that I crush the amateurs who to keep it real Caesar black down up and fatigues Part minor leagues receive third degrees like a wolf pack, once I pull back then guard you, and through like a fullback
Verse Two: Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Starks
Yo, you fourteen carat gold computer wizard Tappin inside my rap vein causes Do I like the kills for ice trife like digits Gorillas injected with strength of eighty The Earth ruins, rap exotic blends Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin What a dosage, you in rap High explosives my hypnotize with hypnosis I goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers Record-breaking the Thriller Now the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers Float like dope bees is what I sponsor Ya entrepeneur, and gear like shakespeare When I fuck I grab hair, drawers as souveneirs Fuck yeah, my crew down German My career is based on guns, throwin in wheelchairs Etcetera, damage any ass competitor Who try to front, get and passed like leathers hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors Beretta shots splatter your goose, ya feathers Say never poetry chumps crumbs with graphic Blew my family in mansions If rap was crack, fully packed I be cats Tax the kingpin of the rap drug niggaz get slapped in Manhattan for rappin, big Ghost off laffin
(Were you just using the Wu-Tang method against me? learned so many styles, forgive me)
Verse Three: the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds
Sit back relax, fake don't get turns Watch me ya brain with slang that's king filled with young men cause threats Who is that? Thousand dollar and techs Focus, the brokest of life shit These mics is like Sun, check the suicidal hype shit mad blunts taste the sweepstakes Keepin up on fakes state for cakes No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making off of fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just Tie up, ya black Nike's and hats Corners, stay with foreigners Whattup dread? caught you grudgin for his bread But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with layin in the guard with La My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with Clingers and gamblers, and gram like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed Infrared yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect Rude you bet, keep it movin par shallah Pro black tar Designin the fly and stay shinin and the RZA more beats than Cristal's fine wine raps go to black with 50 niggaz on the other side of the map Knew it's all and all done what, we want some Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun
Verse The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion
The nigga don't get mad, I got mad of my own And it's shown when my grip the chrome microphone Verbally I catch with cordless shotties emcees, I keep em trained like potties I facts, my sword is an axe to split invisible, like dope fiend tracks Sky's the limit, are timid, and nobody knows How we move like wolfs in sheep data, microchips or software Undaground and off air, the of the Lost Notorious from the North niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed