Da Mystery of Chessboxin' (feat. Method Man, U-God, Inspectah Deck, Raekwon, Ol' Dirty B@st#rd, Ghostface Killah & Masta Killa) - A Cappella

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 MC's approach with slang that's dead

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

I push a force, my force you're doubtin'

I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucasus Mountain

Well, I'm the 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 catch a sharp sword to the midsection

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

Phony niggas 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' niggas like a 18-wheeler

What the drunk driver drivin', there's no survivin'

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 head, braids, blows his hook

We pack chrome TEC's, nickel-plated MACs

Black Ac's, drug dealer styles with fat stacks

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 fathers

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

In the front and 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