Da Mystery of Chessboxin' - Live in San Bernadino, CA - 2019 Remaster

The game of chess, is like a swordfight

You must think first, before you move

Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon

When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

Verse One:

U-God Raw

I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia

Raw like ******* straight from

Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the

Emancipation

Proclamation

Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head

I'm pu*******n' force, my force your doubtin'

I'm makin' devils cower to the

Caucus Mountains

Verse Two:

Inspectah

Deck Well

I'm a sire,

I set the microphone on fire

Rap styles vary, and carry like

Mariah I come from the

Shaolin slum, and the isle

I'm from is comin through with nuff ******z, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection

Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk

Phony ******z are outlined in chalk

I'm mad vexed, is what the projects made me

Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me

Steamrollin ******z like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin

Verse Three:

Raekwon the

Chef Ruff like

Timberland wear, yeah

Me and the

Clan, and yo the

Landcruisers out there

Peace to all the crooks, all the ******z with bad looks

Bald heads, braids, blow this hook

We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs

Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks

I only been a good ****** for a minute though cuz

I got to get my props, and win it yo

I got beef wit commercial-ass ******z with gold teeth lampin in a

Lexus eatin beef

Straight up and down don't even bother

I got fourty ******z up in here now, who kill ******z fathers

Chorus: Method

Man My peoples are you with me where you at?

In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at?

Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats

Verse Four:

Ol' Dirty

Bastard Here

I go, deep type flow

Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..

I'm cherry bombin *******ts...

BOOM Just warmin'upenin', hm, hm, hm.

Rappinin is what's happenin

Keep the pockets stackeinin', hands clappinen'

At the party when

I move my body

Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!

Grab the microphone put strength to the bone

DUH-DUH-DU

H...enter the

Wu-Tang zone

Sure enough when

I rock that stuff

Guff puff??

I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like

Jim Kelly or

Alex Haley im a

Mi-..Beetle

Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore

******z be comin to the hip-hop store

Comin to buy gro-cery from me

Tryin to be a hip-hop

MC The law, in order to enter the

Wu-Tang You must bring the

Ol' Dirty

Bastard type slang

Represent the

GZA, Abbott,

RZA, Shaquan,

Inspectah

Deck Dirty

Hoe gettin low wit his flow

Introducin, the

Ghost..face..

Killah!! No one could get illa

Chorus Verse

Five: Ghostface

Killah Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the

God, get the *******t right

Mega trife, and yo

I killed you in a past life

On the mic while you was kickin that fast *******t

You reneged tried again, and got blasted

Half mastered ass style mad ruff task

When I struck

I had on Timbs and a black mask

Remember that *******t?

I know you don't remember jack

That night yo

I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought

I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy

Yo, nobody budge while

I shot slugs

Never shot thugs,

I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs

So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin

******z is jettin

I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!]

Verse Six:

Masta Killa

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty

What justifies the homicide, when he dies?

In his own iniquity it's the

Master of the

Mantis Rapture comin at cha

We have an

APB on an

MC Killa Looks like the work of a

Masta Evidence indicates that's it's stature

Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture

The flow, changes like a chameleon

Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger

This technique attacks the immune system

Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim

You scream, as it enters your bloodstream

Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain

Movin on a ****** with the speed of a centipede and injure -

ANY MOTHER

****** CON

TENDER Chorus