[Intro: Cappadonna]
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Uh, uh-huh, Don, Mathematics, Killa Island
Yeah, fuck all my enemies
Uh-huh, I catch you comin' out the hallway again
I'ma smack rockets out of your jaw, n***a, bang, bang
Yeah, n***a, word up
That's my word, yo, stupid

[Verse 1: U-God]
Some hard shit for convicts gettin' messy in the mosh pit
Groupie chicks take hits off Led Zeppelin guitar picks
Talk shit, then I speak with an iron stick
Instincts that rely on quick, welcome to the lion's pit
Ears up in attack mode, there's strangers in these back roads
Think tank crack codes, lights out black hole
The power of words can run up in your stronghold
Easy access, now you starin' down my gunhole
Gunhole, look at my son go, distributin' bundles
Bundles, now we livin' in the sun glow
Territory of rap beef will be our dеfeat
Follow critics on YouTubes, lose ability to еat
Open your eyes to a glorious view, so scenic
The chosen few, witness the slow rise of the Wu-Tang Phoenix
Jars of lemon grass, enhanced bars, you can repeat
16-bar melters barbecue your headpiece
[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]
That's right, keep the gun concealed
I deal with the struggle real
I've seen addicts pursue the hit and never touch a meal (Meal)
For that bread drill, a bloodshed like a bucket spill
Seen them with bubbles on their grill, chick, I cut with steel (For real)
Funeral ballot keys, my glimpses of reality
That queen's criminal mentality be runnin' wild on me
Juveniles in the lab like n***as doin' alchemy (Alchemy)
Ain't no in-betweens, it's execution of style for greed
Real mechanic under that hood like a valvoline (You feel me)
Drinkin' XR, hottie stacked at the driver's knee
Witness the balance over cheddar (Cheddar)
N***as laying weights for the system of weights, balances and measures (Yeah)
Better invest in the best for the pressure
Pictures on mirrors of n***as on wack [?] on the dresser
And that's when he came here, met up with treacherous endeavors
Where they got zipped up in pads and carried on the stretcher (NYC)

[Verse 3: Bobby Digital]
Catfish in closed casket, decrepit buildings
Pissy mattress, we did back handstands, triple backflips
Slap box, knuckle checks, belt buckles and ass whips
They had a crush on Freaky KEKE, that boostin' ass bitch
Spicy sticky rice veggie spot from the roadie spot
Freeda had a fatty patty, her man had plenty guap
Benz with the Bimmer, Mia come up with the Kia
Used to walk around the corner so that nobody would see her
Red Stripes and Guinness Stout, stout curry balls, spinach pouch
Long lines around the corner, n***a lookin' like it's In-N-Out
Indian Haitian black reachin' for his heat to cook the beef
Fire truck is screechin', inner science runnin' down the street
Sexy Sandra always had that baby mama drama
35 without a man, I call that baby mama karma
Karma, Karma Chameleon, Wu-Tang is for the children
We entered the frontier of your mind, explor it like a pilgrim
Ghetto livin', burnt beans and greasy chicken
On the back of the milk box, it looks like Little TT is missing
A hard head makes a soft ass, splash splash, better learn
Study Sik-E-Susie out there, just to spread a churn
Nutty peanut with smoked dust, go out there beat his box
Walk the block, boxing shorts looking crazy, dengie socks
High as a kite, ready to fight with a loaded Glock
Sticky cotton mouth yelling, "Yo, motherfuck the cops!"
[Outro]
God, forgive me if you think I'm weak
I've been through the fire, been through the rain
My soul get all weary and my flesh gets weak
I'm just hotter than the other cheese
Oh, God bless you, child, eh
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