RZA
Living In The World Today
[Intro: RZA & (GZA)]
Yo! (Yeah!)
Check it out, son, check it out, son
Yo! (Wu, can I get a suuu?)
Live in the place to be
You got the capital G, Z-to-the-A, MC
Givin' a mad shout-out to the Ranch Crew from the old school
And we gonna take y'all back, know what I'm sayin'?
Lyrical sorcerers right here
The fathers, the cream of the crop, son
Yo, check it

[Hook: GZA & RZA, Method Man]
Well, if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
N***as that front, we don't have 'em, so we blast 'em
Alright? Well, ok
Well, if you like the way it sound, then clap, man
And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk n***as shatter like a glass jaw! Break it

[Verse 1: GZA]
My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination
Was too heavy for the Chevy's, is chased out the station
Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it
Gassed up, fuckin' with some regular unleaded shit
Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that bind-in
X marks the spot on the scope
Heavily-armed military is necessary
It's a gamble, MC's bet they best at every
Powerful parable ditties might harm
If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
Flashbacks to the "Duel of the Iron Mic"
Look out for these fatal flyin' spikes, so massive
Sleep-holds put strangle on commercial angle
Microphone cords tangled from bein' Star Spangled
Now, who could ever say they heard of this?
My motherfuckin' style is mad murderous
[Hook: GZA & Method Man]
Well, if you like the way it sound, then clap, man (Clap, man)
And if the bitches love it too, well, then raise your hands (Come on)
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk n***as shatter like a glass jaw, yeah
Well, if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
N***as that front we, don't have them (Have them)
So we blast 'em, (Blaow!) alright, well okay

[Pre-Verse: Method Man, GZA]
Well, what you know about MCin'?
Yo, I know a lot
Well, can you demonstrate somethin', n***a?
Huh, I'd rather not
I'm talkin 'bout stacks, cousin
N***a, that's what I got
Cash Rules the world
Well, Cash Rules the spot

[Verse 2: GZA]
My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed
Of n***as who think it ain't like that
MC's are gunned down like bein' run down with mad trucks
Then God struck, religious n***as call it 'bad luck'
Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
Now bees are stingin', yo, that n***a's em-singin'
I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards
Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
MC's be out like bank robbers
Fleein' the scene, to be a sole survivor
DJ — the getaway driver
Tried to dip, but he dive, I socialize with vocal vibes
On tracks stabbed up with razor-sharp knives
Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it hard to define it
When narrow is the gate
For fat tapes and then played out and out of date
Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
And from that point, the God made a statement
Draftin' tracements, replacements in basements
Materials in sheet-rock to sound proof the beatbox
And microscopic optics received through the boxes
Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Punchline that's unstoppable
Ring like shots from Glocks that attract cops
Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
But we only increase if everything is peace
Father-U-Cee-King the police
[Hook: GZA, Method Man, GZA & RZA]
Well, if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
N***as that front, we don't have 'em (Have them)
So we blast 'em (blaow), alright, well, ok
Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man (Clap, man)
And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands (Uh huh, come on)
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk n***as shatter like a glass jaw! Break it
Well, if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
N***as that front, we don't have 'em (Have them)
So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok

[Outro: GZA]
The Wu-Tang say
We don't handle 'em, alright, well, okay
The world today, the Wu-Tang say
N***as that front we don't have them, so we blast 'em!
Alright? Well, ok