Yoyoyoyoyoyo! yo   Is the niggaz ready for this son?    Niggaz ain't ready for this ock   One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man)   Peep the inspectah deck (you know they ain't ready for it)   Lyrical threat   Representing wu-tang   Slang, ninety-five   Hittin it live   You know what time it is      Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw   Hit the floor like dorf, who wants the war   Then slide by my, lyrical driveby   Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got   When they rush, built like construction tools   Crushing fools, in twos   Forced dude to blast you out your fuckin shoes   A south swap with the bombs I drop   Plan a to terrorize you can't stop the plot   Execution of an amateur, who dared to challenge the   Clansman, holding a sword like excalibur   Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal   Reality, a coldness the heart can feel   Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five   But I survived in these hard times I nearly died   Now I'm wanted by death I did escape   Now it's thrown on a tape with those who can relate   Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase   Hits takin place, yo god, watch the jakes   Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants   For my insurance, switched names to michael lawrence   The rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from   Coming through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son   So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal   Potential witnesses are incapable   Of testifying, I won't be frying in the chair   Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and safe clothes   I make foes, exasperates then, I make friends   Cause today's friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end   And if you fit the trend then protect ya neck   Shaolin, ins, killa hill projects      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, nigga      You ever, feel, that you can   Test me, you got to face the clan and   Never, return to the mic again   There's no one in the world      Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a magnum   Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger   Tongue in your throat is swiss cheese   The wild freestyler, wild like gene wilder   Wu-tang killa bee aimed at your brain   With my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya   Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration   For waiting, 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 within close range   When I slam, like onyx, come get some, that's a promise   I'll represent, here's the evidence   Science of mad murder plates I make sense   My technique of speech is deep, like leviathan   Hittin up your block with rhymes, like a firing   Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to   The same place I got the gat from, let me at them!