Biochemical Equation - Instrumental

[RZA] Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust

With wild imaginings that you can't discuss

Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for feast

It's a daily conflict between man and beast

We, strive for

God, and a better tomorrow

Still suffering, from the unforgettable sorrow

Repent from thy sins, son, and walk these straight

Stop talking all that trash, boy, and spark these straight

Evicted by the pressures of life, at every vital point

Still, I wouldn't give an oint'

Or, flinch an inch, or pitch a pinch

Off the pie, or every try to try your winch

Confronted by the devil himself, and stay strong

You think you can take the

King, now meet

Kong Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting

How many M

C's, have sprung from our fountain

Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination

I'm not, giving mine away to

Satan Although,

I know that he's awaiting

To get ahold of my biochemical equation

I'mma slip him son,

I'mma dip him, son

When I catch the drop on him,

I'mma clip him, son

Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination

Ninety nine elements, biochemical manifestation

I'm not giving mines away to

Satan Although,

I know that he's awaiting

I'mma slip him son,

I'mma dip him, son

When I catch the drop on him,

I'mma clip him, son [MF Doom]

Bet oc', straight to the head with the pet rock

At least til

I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box

Trained a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack

Pants militant sawed up like linen, bobbing bonus pack

Invest in the first b-boy kid show, life on skid row, with jive talking negro's

He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly

And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he?

Is he in the backyard, or on your front porch

Or standing in the corner of the club, with the blunt torched

You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving

And sold odds and bob kins, to old gods and goblins

Valley, adjust a pest and your worst best friend

Who mending with space time fabric like polyester blend

Not a hobby for no body, lead less from men

Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen [RZA]

Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure

Semi off the

Remy, mixed with

Henny, Moet demi'

Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi'

Israeli issued, automatic black pistol

The cop with the flashlight, chew gum as he whistle

Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast

License, registration, addressed to your lab

They made insurance, the reason why

I pulled you over

Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober

Have you been drinking?

Breathe into the breathalyzer

Get out the car, please, follow this exerciser

Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe

Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road

My homeboy

Kano, used to do the mashed potato

On cartwheels, and then spin house like whirled tornado

That used to chase the light, but, son, he will always save ya

Becoming pump blows, and make beats inside my basement

Drunk or sober, never lose your composure

Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers

If you can't understand, then come closer

We civilize the uncivilized cuz we supposed to

Drunk or sober, never lose your composure

Might give your hand, black man stand as a soldier

Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers

If you can't understand, then come closer...