Intro: RZA,
Yo Older *echoes* Yo Whassup Rae? going on Son? dude? Yeah, I ain't see y'all in a long time it, yo Y'all better be on shit too cats max with young godz who got the guns KnowhatI'msayin Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run Y'all the little y'all the youth up Or get stung by the killer bee stinga the slums son? Yo son Of the Shaolin Monks, chickenheads will get done You the man, you go first son
One: Shyheim
I'm deep, in cherry Cherokees I forever be on thug shit, runnin wild through New York City Bustin guns jew-els that shine like sun Stapleton is where I'm And been down for years stayed on point like (yeah, word up) 'cause the motherfuckers want to end my career I never feared, the ghetto is hell, but I ta Keep my shut and pack a nickel-plated burner And squeeze, if I get front on my nine have my enemies, behind trees Niggaz that think they live 'cause they a little lye Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, nah don't they'll kill us
RZA, with Rae
Older cats mack, roll with godz that got the guns You about that kid Out of town Big Willie best to run Now yo y'all keep everything moving you know Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the The beat is like Star Trek Of the young Shaolin Monks, heads, with the tongue So yo, Son?
Two: Madman
Yo, deep in the of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon I meditate then swing with the of mountains Brain cells is to be bi-debatable When I think it's hazardous to ozone layer A pre-meditated killer plan so kill the Mayor, my causes niggaz to hush, I rush, like Manchus who guard jewels and collect, Cash with heavy jewels I by name and cut veins Burning into flames Between my anger, I lock down every strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger Rap is injected into the brain athletic off of rhymin calisthetics I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler done and the Allied commander, my enemies is catching on camera They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm kid take your time) By giving butterfly stitches, witness as I hang with Jehovah's
RZA
Older cats max with young godz got the guns Out of town Big Willie best to run Or get stung, by the killa bee stinga from the From the young Monks, taking heads with the tongue
Verse Three:
Yo, yo, is manslaughter, so what you wanna do Last year, you ran for the border with crew I flip, stacks, all the, time when I is my sign, and can't stand swine When I dine, the weapon Got niggaz steppin, in the opposite My jurisdiction, is off to you clowns My proposition, meaning you go round for Straight up and down, I broke the sound Scarier, than a tight skirt around a transvestite The grammar, hype, nigga your stacks Or you'll be with a broke back Niggaz talk they rollin deep up in here The way you roll is if you in a wheelchair
Raekwon, RZA
Older... Yo, calm down man calm down calm down Yeah, and yo Now yo, I wanna y'all Y'all up under the of the Wu camp Aiyyo Rae, you got Sin Madman, the Rugged Child So just take your and handle life as it comes Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through Cause the real nigga gonna what they gotta do and provin youknowhatI'msayin? Shaolin forever
Verse Four: Sin
Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war the peace Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Beach in the summer, number one gunner run for Keep em steppin more Lethal Weapons than Danny Gloves I cock back, action packed raps and trade mats for prats people react, to RZA sharp tracks Another day nother body dropped you better keep shottie cocked for snotty Hobbes catch karate chops 'cause live, forever and a day you better pray for better ways to get away my Beretta spray We never play with The hardcore rhythm give em more hell an exorcism My terrordome be a poem let it be known I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter eleven bones My crew's sicker that AIDS shit others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave sift My hand man, myself and the Clan Gun and mic stands help me see my first a hundred grand And to my Physical one love power real for all them carbon niggaz lurkin in the rap deal
RZA
Older max, the young godz yo they got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run Or get by the killa bee stinga from the slum Come the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads the tongue
Older cats max, young godz got the Out of niggaz best to run Yo, older cats mack, the godz, check it out Yo, older cats mack, the godz, they got the guns Out of town Big Willie best to run Or get stung by the killa bee stinga the slum the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue From the slum comes the young Monks, takin heads with the tongue Older mack, but young godz got the guns Out of Big Willie niggaz best to run Or get Killa bee stinga the slum, come the young Shaolin Monks heads with the tongue Older cats max, but young they got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run stop it Older cats max but young they got the guns Out of Big Willie niggaz best to run Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the From the Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the cats max but young godz got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz to run Or get stung...