Masta Killa

I wiped the chrome off with the dust cloth before I bust off

What's the cost, life loss?

High price to pay for a small reward

Kill for that Bushwick and Horsely broad

I provided the jumper cables through the booster mini-packs

Based on the drama unfolding in the track

I don't hold back, I spare no one

Swords swing like shogun, now who want it?

You see the truth, then act upon it

Or feel the fire's full view

Ain't a MC that I hit can pull through

Y'all niggas are like kids, flashing plastic tools

Unaware of the multi-year dynastic rule

What?! Stupid!

Without a doubt, it's in the heart where the best darts were written

Sitting at the window of the Grand Old Earths

Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat

Cause some savage niggas are lost beyond reach

Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance

Left to wander the streets and experiment with devilishment

Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders

One-twenty bomb holders let 'em off and explode

The battlefield haunting, the daunting

Wu-Tang dance, deadly emits six pence

Spiral, rifle barrel pointed, elastic noose

Plastic head wrap stifle, survival

Tribal, title - Secret Rival

Article subliminal message throwing

Bitch niggas hoeing on labels

Mic cables, capable of slowing down jets on deck

Fucking you straight through continuously

Justice, the war of the critical penital

Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat

Drama builds, it's the street prophecies fulfilled

Bitter chill currents to the invited

Bang for the phones, live niggas on their way home

Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn