Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will 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 pushing force,
my force you're doubting
I'm making devils cower to the
Caucus Mountains
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 coming through with nuff niggas,
and nuff guns
So if you wanna come sweating,
stressing contesting
You'll catch a sharp sword
to the midsection
Don't talk the talk,
if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggas are outlined in chalk
I'm mad vexed,
it's what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way
to barricade me
Steamrolling niggas like
a eighteen wheeler
With a drunk driver driving,
there's no surviving
Rough like Timberland wear, yeah
Me and the Clan,
and yo the Landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks,
all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
We got chrome Tecs, nickel plated Macs
Black Ac's, drug dealing
styles in phat stacks
I only been a good nigga
for a minute though
Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
I got beef wit commercial-ass niggas
niggas with gold teeth
Lamping in a Lexus eating beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got forty niggas up in here now,
who kill niggas fathers
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Here I go, deep type flow
Jacques Cousteau could never
get this low
I'm cherry bombing shits, Boom
Just warming up a little bit,
vroom vroom
Rappining is what's happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then,
hands clapping and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up and be somebody!
Grab the microphone put strength
to the bone
Duh-Duh-Duh,
enter enter enter the Wu-Tang zone
zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
Rough, kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-Beetle
Bailey Bailey rhymes
Coming raw style, hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store
store
Coming to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a hip-hop MC
MC
The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You You must bring the Ol' Dirty
Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA, Abbott,
RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
Dirty Ol' getting low wit his flow
Introducing, the Ghostface Killah!
Speaking of the devil psych,
no it's the God, get the shit right
Mega trife, and yo I killed
you in a past life
On the mic while you was
kicking that fast shit
You reneged tried again, and got blasted
Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs
and a black mask
Remember that shit? I know you
don't remember jack
That night yo I was hitting 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 running with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your 8 plus 1, start
flipping and tripping
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 coming at ya
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that his 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 paralyzing the victim
You scream,
as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain
these thoughts contain
Moving on a nigga with the
speed of a centipede
Wu-tang Clan 
