Da Mystery of Chessboxin’ (Live from Climate Pledge Arena)

If you know this fucking song

We gotta tear this building apart

Sing along (yeah)

I need people to move

Get it in, y'all (fuck that, let's go)

Yo, y'all know this shit

Y'all know this shit

Sing this shit

All of y'all motherfuckers, let's go

Raw, I'ma give it to ya with no trivia

Raw like cocaine straight (from Bolivia)

My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation

Like the Emancipation Proclamation

Weak MCs approach with slang that's dead

You might as well run into the wall and bang your head

I'm pushin' force, my force you're doubtin'

I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucasus Mountains

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 'nough niggas and 'nough 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 ones are outlined in chalk

I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects made me (come on, come on)

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

Steamrollin' niggas like an 18-wheeler (yo, yo, yo)

With a drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin' (yo, yo)

Rough like Timberland wear, yeah

Me and the Clan, and yo, the Land Cruiser's out there

Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks

Bald heads, braids, blow this hook

We pack chrome TECs, nickel-plated MACs, black Axes

Drug-dealin' styles with phat stacks

I only been a good nigga for a minute though

'Cause I gots to get my props and win it, yo

I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth

Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef

Straight up and down, don't even bother

I got 40 niggas up in here now who kill niggas' father

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gat

Here I go, deep-type flow

Jacques Cousteau could never get this low

I'm cherry bombin' -, boom

Just warmin' up a little bit, ah-eh-em

Rappin'-in' is what's happenin'

Keep the pockets stackin'-in' (come on), hands clappin'-in'

At the party when I move my body

Gotta get up (and be somebody)

Grab the microphone, put strength to the bone

Here comes the Wu-Tang zone

Sure enough when I rock that stuff, huff, puff

I'm gonna catch your bluff, tuff, rough

Kickin' rhymes like Jim Kelly

Or Alex Haley, m-m-Beetle Bailey rhymes

Comin' raw style, hardcore

Niggas be comin' to the hip-hop store

Comin' to buy grocery from me

Pretendin' 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, Abbot RZA

Shaquan, Inspectah Deck

Dirty Ho gettin' low with his flow

Introducin' the Ghost (Face Killah)

Yeah

No one could get iller

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack

Ayo, my peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gat

Oh, homicide's illegal and death is the penalty

One justifies the homicide when he dies in his own iniquity?

It's the master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at ya

We have an APB on an MC killer

Looks like the work of a master

Evidence indicates that his stature

Merciless like a terrorist, hard to capture

The flow changes like a chameleon

Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger

Look, 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 nigga with the speed of a centipede

And injure any motherfuckin' contender

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

In the front, in the back, Killa Beez on attack (what?)

My peoples, are you with me? (Come on) where you at?

Smokin' meth, hittin' cats on the block with the gat

Come on, peace

Yeah (Seattle), yeah

Seattle, baby