Niggas on the left, rag shit to death, hoods on the right, wild for the night, punks in the back, come on in the track to what? Grand in the front, let your feet stomp, niggas on the left, rag shit to death, hoods on the right, wild for the night, punks in the back, come on in the track to what? Yeah, come on the tour, you motherfuckin' naughty-headed niggas, go to them camouflaged large niggas, bring that fuckin' meth in here, man, and we gon' drink some of that nitro Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked, then attack it like a pit, then lock shit down As I come, it freaks the sound, hardcore, but givin' you more and more, like ding, not sure to get you open like six-packs, killin' bees, attack, flippin' what? Murder on fat tracks, alright? I kick it like a knife, flight, work like, I get that ass raw, I'm goin' spike, check the method from back rock, cause I rock your head to back, just like rockin' what? Twin clocks, shake the ground while my beats just break it down Raw sound, goin' to war right now, till you're bombin', we usually take on niggas' garments, save your breath before I bomb I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward, I'm on the trigger, cause I got the Wu-Tang swords, and how you figure that you can't even fuck with mine? Hey, Eurythma, hit me with that shit one time and pull a pair, niggas say the beef on the cap, I'm milkin' this homie cause it's my show to cap The fuck you wanna do for this mic beef, dude? I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root, B.L.O. style, Buddha monks with the ass, now who's the fuckin' man? Let the cap, the cap, on the chest rock Yeah, yeah, yeah, I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has the force to leave you lost like the Travis Sebastian, murderous material made by a madman It's the mic like an inspector, Batman from the badlands of the killer, rap fanatic, representin' with a skill that's iller, dare to compare, get pierced just like a ear The Tsubidu I pop, strictly hardware, armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison, charged by the system for murderin' the rhythm Now lo and behold, another deadly episode, bound to catch another fuckin' charge when I explode Slammin' a hype ass verse to your head first, I ramshack gettin' the track and that's that, rap assassin' faster, quick to blast and hard rock, I ran up in spots like Fort Knox I'm hot, top notch, ghost things with logic, flashbacks how I attacked your whole project, I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw, I repeat, if I die, my seed don't be ill like me Approachin' me, no matter respect, chops to neck, I get vexed like crashin' up a fat ass leg, so clear the way, make way, yo, open the cage, piece of mouth, shittin' like a runaway slave You're gettin' stripped from the promise, boy, find your jewels, hold the mask, got me open like fallopian tube I bring death to a snake when he least expect, ain't a damn thing changed, boy, protect your neck, rulers ain't sag Take a large, damn it's fatal, quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through your navel, suspenseful, force bein' brought through my utensil The pencil, I race for hogwinds up against your abba, they run through your county like the maverick, caps or the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics Are you a warrior, killer, slicin' shit like a samurai, the old dirty bastard from the bar Old dirty clan of terrorists, comin' at your ass like a sorceress, shootin' that piss, niggas be gettin' in on my fuckin' nose, burnin' said we kickin' and we wanna kick they fuckin' ass to the curb I got monkey bricks, like the old specialist, a carrier, messenger, carrier, this experience is for the unexperienced, let it be flyin' and droppin' flyin' My, my, my, my clan is thick like plaster, crusher, slasher, split a nigga back like a Dutch master killer, gal jumped off and kill her, kill her I was the thriller in the alley, Frasier, Manila, I came down with fat tracks that combine to interlock, like gettin' smashed by a center block Bow, now it's all over, niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers I was the thriller in the alley, Frasier, Manila, I came down with fat tracks that combine to interlock, like gettin' smashed by a center block Bow, now it's all over, niggas seein' pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars, and green clovers Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I'm a y'all, y'all, brotherhood, no respect back there, respect Dupont, alright peace, peace. Word up Wu-Tang in the house, so man, a lot of people, a lot of people into ya, I guess they could, you know, feel, you know, the realness, you know, they could feel a vibe, and I think hip-hop, that's what I be telling a lot of people, a lot of record promoters and a lot of, you know, a lot of artists, I mean, it's like, you know, it's something, it's music that you gotta touch and feel, you know what I'm saying, and I think that comes across well in the video, I think probably, I haven't seen y'all live yet, I'm waiting for the chance, but I'm pretty sure that that's probably what it's like, you know, you probably really get into it, and they could hear it, I guess they could hear it in your voices when you're saying the rhymes, I mean, what would y'all say y'all's style is? It's our secret, never teach the Wu-Tang. The best of tech in that, the best of tech in that, the best of tech in that, the best