Tony Touch
The Abduction
[Intro: GZA & (RZA)]
Okay.. the GZA
Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin'?
We gonna bang y'all, in the head one time
Blaze up on y'all one time real fast (Do the mix and all that shit)
Knamsayin', word up (Make it—make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)
Throw ya seatbelts on, a'ight?
(Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down, yo)

[Verse 1: GZA]
I take y'all n***as straight, Beneath the Surface
To the core, if it ain't raw it's worthless
Pentel professional, polar ink
Wild river rafters fall off the raft and sink
Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar rush
The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes
Quick to quake a label-mate
The sound came outta rusted crate
Surrounded by cobwebs
Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds
On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow
Wu-Tang n***as — they shine and make the mic glow!

[Verse 2: Masta Killa]
We be killin' all gorilla in with all that screw-facin'
Pacin' back and forth, lookin' savage — stop it!
[Verse 3: Bobby Digital]
Whether plugged in or plugged out
Iron grill mugged or thugged out
Blood in or blood out, son was bugged out
Might look at you and slice you
Buck fifty face, stupid, the shape of one Nike swoop
Who the fuck you think let y'all wild n***as in?!
Allowed you to put down ya guns, and raise ya pen?
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig!
We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or word to your wig
Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty-cent pieces
Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I read books
I'm liable to mate ya king with three rooks
You see the Wu W? Raise the black fist!
Maybe Tony Touch's concord needle will scratch this
The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's
Was only appraised at 42
Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude
Of people, who would trade gold for food
I heard boar's head killed more than nuclear wars head
Or street serfs who walk around dressed in all red
Bobby Digi said if you ever in Compton or Long Beach
Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis wit' a nice piece

[Verse 4: Masta Killa]
Penetrate on mix tape, with the legislation
Illustrate constant elevation
Spark friction, Shawshank Golden Arm Redemption
Endorsed by the Masta inscription signature
[Verse 5: Inspectah Deck]
Off top, my unorthodox style of attack
Is like Hannibal rollin' on elephant's back
Pack a long barrel, bustin' off strong ammo
My light's so vast, I cast twenty-foot shadows
First family, fifth Capo, micro to macro
Load it in ya head, play it back slow
Act like you know, this is no drill!
Murderous rap revealed, goin' for kill
On these New York city sidewalks, we walk
Camouflage, dodgin' the eyes of the hawk
Kani Sport, totin' the fifth, slidin' off
My live source movin' across with brute force
Bloodsport, many more heads face the blade
Fakers must fade, the stakes have now raised
Words of murder, suspense and intrigue
Make major league n***as show signs of fatigue
My Killa Bees span wider than seven seas
Squeeze on MC's with bullet train speed
Tony's Touch creates more gold than Midas
Your Highness — all in your head like your hair stylist

[Verse 6: Ghostface Killah]
Frosty mug, big ring leaders, top secret thug
Lampin' in cheaters Orenthal with the murder glove
Boat of the town, devilish grin look peculiar
Swung on this faggot, knocked the windows outta Silvia's
Timb's got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained
That's my word! To every single seed, I smack flames
Staten Island's bayside of teachers of Elijah
Thrown out the temple, now collided with the Father
Nickname's Pudding
Clarence 13X before the Will Smith's and the lime lights of Cuba Gooding
Lost in the cosmos, explodin' through a quasar
Be duckin' pulsars, organic state still be the Gods
Tony Touch! Tony Touch!
Word up!
Big Face Ghost in effect