Masta Killa
Severe Punishment
[Intro: The Master sample]
I despise your killings and rapings
You're despicable (Huh, are you my judge?)
It's just you should be punished
I'm gonna chop off your arms, so are you ready?

[Verse 1: U-God]
Check these high-hats sling tings movin' through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time's tickin', erupt misconduct
Enterin' one funk before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab vocab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
Tap dance swellin', Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with somethin' that's round and profound
Blood brothers, people of colors, we get down
Watch this fly, force-feed things bein' said
Nine Diagram acid black evil red leathers
Mic half a dangle, serious a man
My mic clapper death wish, everlastin' plan
Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seamer
Kiss a spider, Seagal saga, why bother?
Godfather talk drama, fly swatters
[Break: The Master sample]
Number two — Chao San Poi

[Verse 2: GZA]
This Wu shit be hard to kill at full-blown
Rhymes filter through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro Tools editin' tracks that's rough
Plus a jam without a live MC isn't enough
So we attack this, and grab all within reach
Throw a scrap back to n***as, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper! It ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
N***as look on and get hooked on this mic line
Reeled in and shipped through the pipeline
LP's delivered with style and potential
N***as flowin' smoothly in a sequential order
Revealin' hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura

[Verse 3: Raekwon]
Twist the DAC up, them n***as with math is back up
Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahlua's, one chick — she's German Luger
Get the shit on, light a fresh pack
Bust it open with the seal on, dunn
Deal on this with the real on
Neck's rocky, ring — call it the Decatur
Slang souffléer, home decorater, player
Mic immigrants, nine of us form resemblance
Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make shorty-wop stare at me
Yo! He killed the God, might as well throw a chair at me
[Break: RZA]
Yo, MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder?
Tell you the truth, it's just one nation under a groove
Gettin' down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz...

[Verse 4: RZA]
Yo, inhale this paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia
Melba the fortune teller tried to tell ya
'Bout the group recruit, we scoop up C.R.E.A.M. like Breyer's
Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
36 assorted, Shaolin imported chambers been recorded
You're fuckin' with the loops, time for royalty audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism
Blackfoot Indian Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
As the pendulum swings closer to the millennium 2000
Wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
I gotta muscle the industrial to make a hustle
And politic with Lyor and Russell
When n***as is still rush in and brush you

[Break: The Master sample]
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives

[Verse 5: Masta Killa]
Thoughts I contain in the trenches of the brain ignite
Blowin' the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, n***as couldn't fuck with the
Deadly ground I hold down
Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceilin'
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuin' to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live
Glocks I hold, shots I give
While searchers of rescue teams look for means of survival
And who's liable for this harrowing experience
You scream for the extreme
Fiend for the capo regimes of the Wu-Tang Academy
To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery
[Outro: The Master sample]
Number two — Chao San Poi
Number two — Chao San Poi
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
Number one — Yen Chang Wa
He's an adulterer, don't trust him
Number two — Chao San Poi
Number two — Chao San Poi
He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives
I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable
Are you, my judge?
It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
I despise your killing, and raping
You're... despicable
Are you, my judge?
It's just... you should be punished
I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?