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(feat. Monk, Thea van Seijen)

[Thea saying "try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya" throughout the whole song]

[Intro: RZA]
Digital... why...

[Chorus: RZA]
You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed
You moving fast, reduce your speed
Weak producers, imitate my beat
When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet
You can't break me, you get deflected
Can't remake me, already perfected
Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it
Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected

[RZA]
I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor
Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German lugers
With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it
Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed
Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead
Spread like plague, plus I wire taped the feds
Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head
Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed
Deflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biases
True lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lioness
Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight
You should pay attention to the words I articulate

[Chorus]

[Monk]
Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie
And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie...
You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesse
By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left
West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat
Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat
Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smoke
Turning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk
But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground
I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down
My morals, and my values, retire up on the richter
Speak this vivid, so you clearly get the picture
And description of a real one, standing in your mist
I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit
Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete
King of the jungle, still no one can compete
With my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn
Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long

[Chorus]
(feat. Monk, Thea van Seijen)    [Thea saying "try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya" throughout the whole song]    [Intro: RZA]  Digital... why...    [Chorus: RZA]  You can't do me nothing, you won't succeed  You moving fast, reduce your speed  Weak producers, imitate my beat  When they face me, make 'em kiss my feet  You can't break me, you get deflected  Can't remake me, already perfected  Wu-Tang slang, to disrespect it  Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected    [RZA]  I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor  Slipped through these metal detectors with plastic German lugers  With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it  Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed  Deadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps ahead  Spread like plague, plus I wire taped the feds  Brain wave manipulation, radios in my head  Sip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fed  Deflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biases  True lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lioness  Devil expiration date, time to set the nation straight  You should pay attention to the words I articulate    [Chorus]    [Monk]  Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodie  And let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie...  You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesse  By the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the left  West Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroat  Bitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throat  Three wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smoke  Turning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folk  But the underground in the city life, it ain't a playground  I'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw down  My morals, and my values, retire up on the richter  Speak this vivid, so you clearly get the picture  And description of a real one, standing in your mist  I don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shit  Footprints of a legend as a I paint the concrete  King of the jungle, still no one can compete  With my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawn  Seven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long    [Chorus]
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