The Monument (feat. Raekwon, GZA & Busta Rhymes)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, now, what the fuck now?

Flipmode, Wu-Tang shit, what the fuck now?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, historical an' monumental shit

What the fuck now? Yeah, yeah, yeah

Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball

Or make a mural out his face, up on a damn wall

Niggaz play hard an' shit, if you know what's best for you

Y'all niggaz better safeguard your shit

Even though we rep brass knuckle rap

Fuck with street geniuses an' bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap

Street niggaz now the corporate boss

Still go to y'all restaurant for steamed fish an' Irish moss

An' y-yo, the way we do it an' you see how my shit bomb

Your whole show wack an' I'm a cancel your sitcom

Fuck a nigga broad 'til she tired an' real calm

You ain't knowin' my name tattooed on your bitch arm

The way we blow shit is a shame

Casually bust my gun an' celebrate bustin' a cork on the champagne

Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggaz

Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, now

Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white bitches

Let the mic lines, hang that slang is ridiculous

Emperor of warlords, big gun only fuck with sawed offs

That's my specialty, more to bust

Shot out my bed parrot, keep it gangster, Lord

I analyze your work, those that got merked were not established

Texture look classy, arm baby, 2000 raspberry

S 5, blowin' through Asbury

Soon to own steakhouses, glowin' like make over thousand

Them, them niggaz, robbin' from Pinkhouse's

Show an' prove, knockin' off cab drivers

God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand

See the color of the carved out Wu emblem

Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses

Limousine, automatic new Uzis in 'em yo

Relax cousin, just cruise through, jewels with him

Move up the block, giant box blast my song

Non-stop, strictly hip hop, march on

Doo rag hang long, metal tape is high bias

Graphics, captured with the colorful iris

I zoom in, while the listeners tune in

Some assumin' they paid dues an' joined the union

Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle

Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand an' fumble

Divine master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed

He produce at unattainable rains of top speed

This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant

Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments

Unfilled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise

Starlight scope with the night vision device

Splendid marksman that'll shoot the one off the dice

Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice