On guard. I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style. I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style. Let's begin then. Shaolin Shadow Boxing. The Wu-Tang sauce. Hey, what you say is true. The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be deep. Do you think your Wu-Tang sauce can defeat me? Hey yo, Wu-Tang forever. Who rhyme better? We too clever. The boom bap's back harder than ever. R-I-P-O-D-B comin' through like killer beat. Ever since I heard and added 36 and 9-3. You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style. I leave them all dismembered. *** a mumble rap, that *** won't ever be remembered. Not even a contender, no pretender. Best surrender. My agenda is killin' ***. They feelin' this. Yeah, we live and thorough. Assassinating every single mother***in' borough. From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens to Bronx and Harlem. All the way to Maryland. Yeah, we comin' for all of them. Bobby Tarantino to the digital. My *** is pivotal. Smokin' chronic, no medicinal. Who you know assembled a clan like Voltron? The one and only Logic, the God, the Don. I'm gone. Hey yo, Logic, what up? We gon' let these mother***ers try this Wu-Tang style. Kaboom! Guess who slept in the room? It's Ghostface, Gold Place, O2, Smoke K. Intelligent brothers with nine hoods movin' snowflakes. Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase. Push weight, that's Colgate. Trey H in the old gate. Exfoliate those we most hate. We don't associate. We wear robes that you can't even pronunciate. We eat foods where you can't even pronunciate. Cringe where the floor just rises up and rotates. Location low-key, can't even locate. Twin Nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates. Team Reagan is so much cream, we bought Gold Place. Yo, mountains of haze in the crib with my blades. It gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge. Five, seven, and B, your metallic green. Seats is piped off, see some old tracks who knifed off. The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on. While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on. I'm known to wild out, put the cams on. Jewels down, the sets dip. My gym's got grams on. A specialist when I'm bakin'. Rhymes be comin' out, we makin'. Been challengin', he jumps for lumps, here's the statement. Stop hatin', the crew is all about gettin' this cakin'. You know about me, you relate to me. The enigma, the stigma is that there isn't. And the jizz are both lyrical, prolific. Vistas of rap scriptures, mixes of hipsters. We smokers and beer drinkers. Prince and the pauper, spiritual clear thinkers. Cake in the oven, super bad like McLovin. Huggin' all four birds, puffin' herb with my cousin. Academically speaking, that vocabulary's weakening. I felt it comin' like the weekend when these thot boys start tweakin'. Sporadic pill boppin' of oxycontin. Ill-gotten sexual intercourse makes shorty wop feel rotten. The travesty tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted. Got looted, broken down to a catastrophe. The cats still get the trophy, hit y'all with their okie-dokie. Berk Middles bandit, goddammit, who the *** is Smokey? Bear when you need one, I got a light beam gun. I blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from. But you die, your iniquity, *** stupidity of that trickery. I first got it hot up in here, not the humidity. You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me. Rude killer B, but I'm not big on bigotry. Old school on this track, I feel invincible. Snoop School ain't really got rules and lack the principles. The more clowns than the Motown get put in critical. The gun Smokey, Robinson, you need a miracle. Go back homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical. With nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminals. Stats homie, all these killers using subliminals. Y'all don't need a smile in your picture, you dudes miserable. We're the unpredictable, torture over your physical. Struggle bar, used to put water over the cereal. Another bar, reppin' my squad. Not individual, but one nation. Under God, that's indivisible. My time critical, hands off from digital. Me and my ladybug, back when the planet was diggable. I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that. I'm classic, Patti LaBelle, voo-lay-voo like that. Come on. It's only logic, we gotta mob it in the mosh pit. Fifth brother, INS, hotter than the tropics. The hot ***, I drop quick. Major player, watch my stock lift. Razor blade sharpness, regardless of whom or what. Sound boy, turn the music up. Naysayer, you ain't even got a clue what's up. Deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy. Everything circulate back around eventually. Witty, unpredictable, talent, all natural. Game, Wu-Tang, pump it through your veins. 25 years, still more of the same. The flow like water with the boiling flame. INS, your highness, they callin' my name. Boy, I'm with the scene, similar to fall and rain. In our own lane, y'all soundin' all the same. Tell them Wu-Tang is on your brain. Survival of the fancy, cold days with no money. They don't want me with stacks, they better take it from me. You know the currency gone as soon as you break a 20. So I ain't down if you ain't talkin' that band language. Yeah, Lord, I'm tryin' to buy me a train with it. An airplane, see me flyin' to Spain with it. The money don't make me and I ain't gon' change with it. I'm in the hood lookin' good the way I came with it. Do it for the seeds, they understood the game with it. We gettin' birthed and we understood the pain with it. When we create wars, everybody is a gangbanger. We kill each other, but we all got the same anger. Never go against the grain, homie, that's hateful. Another day in the life for us to be grateful. Spread love, homie, yeah, get it playful. It's better than stay food, so let's make moves. I know your mama told you that I was a great dude. These dirty-ass cops to kill and rape you. Want some Jason ***, they might crystal in the lake you. What, what, they might crystal in the lake you. Boom, bat, blast, or blow your sleeves off. I flash back jacks to something to feed off. Smoke and roast ya, the number nine potion. Pull that ***, son, we open the ocean. Who gives a *** who's snortin' and drinkin' and smokin'? You get killed for jokin'. Everybody's hopin'. That's another level of emotion. Food stamps, niggas doin' grocery. Police wanna grope me. Perp walk, the niggas street talk. We bury niggas in seesaw. I carry the torch where I leave off. I'm givin' bitches somethin' to breathe on. I rip off her shoulder to lean on. It's fair game, it's two in the lane. She took two trains. And none of my rhymes is two in the same. Nigga get cooked on a open flame. I'm a Hillbilly, Park Hill train. My rhyme starts riots in the mountains. Thirty-six million and countin'. The harder they come, the harder I go. Loosen up my arms. Can I get comfortable? Stay on my tiptoes. Old school wool beat. This is a flip phone. Dude, you're slip showin'. Where I come from, the state's knowin'. The grammar's raw. I'm slammin' the door. Peace, bang, bong in your jaw. I hit him in the head with the hammer and thaw. Stars and bars makes me a general. Anything less makes me a criminal. Gotta dig deep for these roots. I'm on the loose. G-O-D. Shadowbox with the L-O-G-I-C. On the count of three. Wu-Tang. First master, you're breathin'. I'm into ass whippin'. I'm teachin' when I'm speakin'. I'm a champion from Brooklyn. I move with super ninjas and Shaolin executioners. Avenger. A righteous defender. Grandmaster from the thirty-six chamber. Toe style is mentally strong. The strength in your arms. To hold my microphone, you need iron paws. Remain calm. Jamal, I leave wise chief. Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang clan's a man from the east. Cheer. Into a world of a universal mind of one kind. A fixed form of words that's expressed in one rhyme. Food for thought. Impossible sliders with the seasonings. Regardless, I speak logic, clear reasoning. The uncivilized get the mineralized quartz. Self-directed, calculated, controlled thoughts. A point of view of the thinkers. Monumental architecture. Amazing as the anchors. Sinatra. P.T.C. Uh-huh. The faculty. Ain't nothin' goin' on, so nothin' move. Nobody slide, nobody get hurt. Hangar. I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style. I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style. Let's begin then. Shaolin shadow boxing. And the Wu-Tang sword style. Hey, what you say is true. The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?