On guard. I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style. I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style. Let's begin then. Shaolin Shadow Boxing. Your Wu-Tang sucks. Hey, what you say is true. The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be deep. Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? Hey yo, Wu-Tang forever. Who rhyme better? We too clever. The boom bap's back harder than ever. R-I-P-O-D-B comin' through like killer beat. Ever since I heard and added 36 and 9-3. You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style. I leave them all dismembered. *** a mumble rap, that *** won't ever be remembered. Not even a contender, no pretender. Best surrender, my agenda is killin' ***. They feelin' this. Yeah, we live and thorough. Assassinating every single mother***in' borough. From Staten, to Brooklyn, to Queens, to Bronx, and Harlem. All the way to Maryland. Yeah, we comin' for all of them. Bobby Tarantino to the digital. My *** is pivotal. Smokin' chronic, no medicinal. Who you know assembled a clan like Voltron? The one and only Logic, the God, the Don. I'm gone. Hey yo, Logic, what up? We gon' let these mother***ers try this Wu-Tang style. Yo, yo, yo, uh, yo. Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room? It's Ghostface, Gold Place, O2, Smoke K. Intelligent brothers with nine hoods movin' snowflakes. Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase. Push weight, that's Colgate. Exfoliate those we most hate. We don't associate. We wear robes that you can't even pronunciate. We eat foods where you can't even pronunciate. Cringe where the floor just rises up and rotates. Location's low-key, can't even locate. Twin Nina sisters with the bean, we all soulmates. Team Reagan is so much cream, we bought Gold Place. Yo, mountains of haze in the crib with my blades. It gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge. 5'7 MB, your metallic green. Seats is piped off. Season mode, tracksuit, night thaw. The kitchen is my palace. Get your dance on. While we just levitate with trees. Get your branch on. I'm known to wild out. Put the cams on. Jewels down, the sets dip. My gym's got grams on. A specialist when I'm baking. Rhymes be coming out, we making. Been challenging these chumps for lumps. Here's the statement. Stop hating. The crew is all about getting this cake in. You know about me, you relate to me. The enigma, the stigmas, that there isn't. And the jizz are both lyrical, prolific. Vistas of rap scriptures. Mixes of hipsters. We smokers and beer drinkers. Prince and the pauper. Spiritual clear thinkers. Cake in the oven. Super bad like McLovin. Hugging all four birds. Puffing Earl with my cousin. Academically speaking. Rap vocabularies weakening. I felt it coming like the weekend. When these thot boys start tweaking. Spirotic pill bopping of oxycontin. Ill-gotten sexual intercourse. Make shorty rap feel rotten. The travesty tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted, diluted, broken down to a catastrophe. The cats still get the trophy. Hit y'all with their okey-dokey. Broke middles bandit. God damn it. Who the *** is Smokey? Bear when you need one. I got a light beam gun. I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from. But to dime your iniquity for stupidity of that trickery. My verse got it hot up in here. Like the humidity. You can never get rid of me. Step back and consider me. Rude killer bee. But I'm not big on bigotry. Old school on this track. I feel invincible. Snoop's school ain't really got rules. And lack the principles. The more clowns, then the more town. Get put in critical. The gun smoky. Robinson, you need a miracle. Go back, homie. Back when rappers used to be lyrical. With nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminals. Stats, homie. All these killers using subliminals. Y'all don't need to smile in your picture. You dudes miserable. We're the unpredictable. Torture over your physical. Struggle bar. Used to put water over the cereal. Another bar. Reppin' my squad. Not individual. We were one nation. Under God. That's indivisible. My time critical. Hands off from digital. Me and my ladybug. Back when the planet was diggable. I'm cool like that. My cats rule like that. I'm classic. Patti LaBelle. Voulez-vous like that. Come on. It's only logic. We gotta mob it in the mosh pit. Fifth brother. INS. Hotter than the tropics. The hot *** I drop quick. Major player. Watch my stock lift. Razor blade sharpness. Regardless of whom or what. Sound boy. Turn the music up. Naysayer. You ain't even got a clue what's up. Deadly melody. The sickness. The remedy. Everything circulate back around eventually. We're the unpredictable. Talent all natural. Gain. Brutang. Pumper through your veins. Twenty five. Still more of the same. The flow like water with the boiling flame. INS. Your highness. They calling my name. Boy I went the scene. Similar to falling rain. In our own lane. Y'all sounding all the same. Tell them Wu-Tang is on your brain. Survival of the fancy. Cold days with no money. They don't want me with stacks. They better take it from me. You know the currency gone as soon as you break a twenty. So I ain't down if you ain't talking that bad language. Yeah Lord. I'm trying to buy me a drink. I'm trying to buy me a drink. I'm trying to buy me a drink. I'm trying to buy me a drink. I'm trying to buy me a drink. I'm trying to buy me a drink. Yeah Lord. I'm trying to buy me a drink. You know the currency gone as soon as you break a twenty. So I ain't down if you ain't talking that bad language. Yeah Lord I'm trying to buy me a train with it. An airplane see me flying to Spain with it. The money don't make me and I ain't going to change with it. I'm in the hood looking good the way I came with it. Lookin for the seeds. They understood the game with it. We getting berby and we understood the pain with it. When we create wars everybody is a gang banger. We kill each other but we all got the same anger. Never go against the grain. Homie that's hateful. Another day in the life full of anger. Another day in the life full of anger. I know your mama told you that I was a great dude. These dirty ass cops to kill and rape you. On some Jason ***. They might crystal in the lake you. What what. They might crystal in the lake you. Boom bad blast. A blow up. What the *** is this ***? Smoke and roast you, the number nine potion. Poor ass *** son. We open a ocean. Who gives a *** who's snorting and drinking and smoking. You get killed for joking. Everybody's hoping. That's another level of emotion. Food stamps niggas doing grocery. Police want to grope me. Perp walk the nigga Street talk. We bury niggas in seesaw. I carry the torch where I leave off. I'm giving bitches something to breathe on. I rip off a shoulder to lean on. No I'm a bad man. I rip off a shoulder to lean on. You can't rape me cause I can't rape you bitch. You can't rape me cause I can't rape you bitch. We open a ocean. Who gives a *** who's snorting and drinking and smoking. You get killed for joking. Everybody's hoping. That's another level of emotion. Food stamps niggas doing grocery. Police want to grope me. Perp walk the nigga Street talk. We bury niggas in seesaw. I carry the torch where I leave off. I'm giving bitches something to breathe on. I rip off a shoulder to lean on. This fair game is two in the lane. She took two trains. And none of my rhymes is two in the same. Nigga get cooked on an open flame. I'm a hillbilly, pass hill trained. My rhyme starts riots in the mountains. 36 million and counting. The harder they come the harder they come. The harder they come the harder they come. I'm a hillbilly, pass hill trained. My rhyme starts riots in the mountains. 36 million and counting. The harder they come the harder I go. Loosen up my arms. Can I get comfortable? Stay on my tip toes. Old school wool beat. This is a flip phone. Dude you're slip showing. Where I come from the state's knowing. The grammar is raw. I'm slamming the door. Beast bang bong in your jaw. I hit him in the head with the hammer and saw. Stars and bars makes me a general. Anything less makes me a criminal. I'm a hillbilly, pass hill trained. My rhyme starts riots in the mountains. 36 million and counting. The harder they come the harder I go. Loosen up my arms. Can I get comfortable? Stay on my tip toes. Pull up my microphone. You need I am pause. Remain calm. Jamil I being rusty. Butane poison. Clan's a man from the east. Yeah. Enter a world of a universal mind of one kind. A fixed form of words that's expressed in one rhyme. Hoop a thought. Impossible slotted with the seasonings. Regardless, I speak logic, clear reasoning. The uncivilized get the mineralized quartz. Self directed. Calculated control thoughts. A point of view of the thinkers. Monumental architecture. Amazing as the anchors. So don't try to fix. WTC. Uh huh. The faculty. Ain't nothing going on. Don't nothing move. Nobody slide. Nobody get hurt. I'm done. I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style. I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style. Let's begin then. Shaolin shadow boxing. And the Wu-Tang sword style. Hey, what you say is true. The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. But I'm not afraid of the Wu-Tang style. I'm not afraid of the Wu-Tang style. I'm not afraid of the Wu-Tang style. I'm not afraid of the Wu-Tang style. I'm not afraid of the Wu-Tang style. And the Wu-Tang sword style. Hey, what you say is true. The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?