[Intro]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! Yo
Think these n***as ready for this, son?
N***as ain't ready for this, ock
One-two! Whatcha wanna do?!
(I'm gonna give it to 'em anyway though, man)
It's the Inspectah Deck, lyrical threat!
(You know they ain't ready for it!)
Representin' Wu-Tang slang
'95, hittin' it live
You know what time it is

[Verse 1]
Blessed with the art, rhymes are sharp like a circular saw
Hit the floor like Thor, who wants to war?
None slide by my lyrical drive-by
Shots bust, makin' blocks huss
Plus snipe the cops when they rush
Built like construction crews, bustin' fools and tools
Forced you's to blast out your fuckin' shoes
A south SWAT with the bombs I drop
Plan A to terrorize, you can't stop the plot
Execution of a amateur
Who dares to challenge a Clansman holdin' a sword like Excalibur?
Truth is my shield, show and prove, I reveal
Reality, the coldness our hearts can feel
Livin' life where caps peel, and crack deals the nine-to-five
But I survived through these hard times, I nearly died
Now I'm wanted for death, I did escape
Knowledge thrown on a tape for those who can relate
Still I wrap my face, take a space in the staircase
Hits takin' place — yo, God, watch for Jakes
Outta state court dates, would chase me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence
The Rebel stomps through the slums I'm from
Comin' through with 'nuff n***as and 'nuff guns to bust, son!
So read the article: "Lyrical assassin with the arsenal"
Potential witnesses are incapable of testifyin'
They want me fryin' in the chair, plus the case closed
I broke free of the shackles and safe clothes
I make foes, exasperate them, I make friends
'Cause today's friends show theyselves as snakes in the end
And if you fit the trend, then Protect Yo' Neck!
Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects!
[Chorus]
No one on this Earth can hold me!
No one on this Earth can fool me!
No one on this Earth can grip the mic!
Like.. I.. do, n***a!
If you ever feel that you can
Test me, you gotta face the Clan and
Never return to the mic again!
There's no one in the world!

[Verse 2]
Let Me At Them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum
.44 caliber bustin' mad holes in my challenger
Turnin' your trunk to Swiss cheese
The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder
Wu-Tang Killa Bee aimed at your brain
With my stinger that stun your mind when I bring ya
36 Chambers of anger, frustration
But waitin' to let loose on the nation
Far from commercial, no need for no rehearsal
Hit you from all angles, then form a circle
Go against the grain, get hit close range
When I Slam like Onyx, comp get stomped, that's a promise!
I'll represent, here's the evidence
Science of math on a plate to make sense
My technique of speech is deep like Leviathan
Hittin' up your block with rhymes, rapid firin'
Shootin' for the platinum (BLAOW! BLAOW!)
Then bring it back to the same place I got the gat from
Let Me At Them!