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

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 ni##as 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 ni##as are outlined in chalk

I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects made me

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

Steamrollin' ni##as like an eighteen-wheeler

With a 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 ni##as with bad looks

Bald heads, braids, blow this hook

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

Drug-dealin' styles with phat stacks

I only been a good ni##a for a minute though

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

I got beef with commercial-ass ni##as with gold teeth

Lampin' in a Lexus, eatin' beef

Straight up and down, don't even bother

I got forty ni##as up in here now who kill ni##as' 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' s##t, boom

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

Rappin'-in' is what's happenin'

Keep the pockets stackin'-in', 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

Dun-dun-dun, enter 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 Ghostface Killah

No one could get iller

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

Speakin' of the Devil, psych

No, it's the God, get your s##t right

Mega trife, and yo, I killed you in a past life

On the mic while you was kickin' that fast s##t

You reneged, tried again, and got blasted

Half-mastered-ass style, mad rough task

When I struck, I had on Timbs and a black mask

Remember that s##t? I know you don't remember jack

That night, yo, I was 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'

Niggas is jettin', I'm lickin' off, son

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (Toad style is immensely strong)

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 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

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 ni##a with the speed of a centipede

And injure any motherf##kin' contender

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

And immune to nearly any weapon

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

Toad style is immensely strong

And immune to nearly any weapon

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

When it's properly used