And they just... word is bond, crazy shots just went the fuck off, God
Niggas let off crazy shots, kid
The nigga laying there like a fucking newborn fucking baby, God
Is he fucking dead? What the fuck you mean is he fucking dead, God?
What the fuck kind of question is that, B? Fuck you think?
Now we gonna drink some good Night train
Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit then lock shit down
As I come and freaks the sound
Hardcore, but giving you more and more like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
Killa Beez attack, flipping what, murder one
Fat tracks aight, I kick it like a Nike Flight
Word life, I get that ass robbed on spite
Check the method from Bedrock cause I rock your head to bed
Just like rocking what? Twin Glocks
Shake the ground while my beats just break you down
Raw sound, going to war right now
So, yo, bombing, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
Save your breath before I vomit
I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward
I′m on the trigger plus I got the Wu-Tang sword
So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time
And pull a foul, niggas save the beef for the cow
I'm milking this ho, this is my show, Tical
The fuck you wanna do for this mic piece, duke?
I′m like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root
PLO Style, buddha monks with the owls
Now who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material made by a madman
It′s the mic wrecker, Inspectah, bad man
Dare to compare, get pierced just like your ear
The Shooby Doo-Wop pop strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison
Charged by the system for murdering the rhythm
Now lo and behold another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fucking charge when I explode
Slamming a hype-ass verse till your head burst
I ramshack dead in the track and that′s that
Rap assassin, fast and quick to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox
I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic
Flashbacks how I attacked your whole project
I'm raw, I′m rugged and raw, I repeat
If I die, my seed′ll be ill like me
Approaching me, yo out of respect, chops to neck
I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex
So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jetting like a runaway slave
You′re getting stripped from your garments boy, run your jewels
All the meth got me open like fallopian tubes
I bring death to a snake when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through your navel
Suspenseful force being brought through my utensil
The pencil, I bring strong winds up against you
Havoc, then run up through your county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics
A-a-a-ah-ah are you a warrior killer slicing shit like a samurai?
The Ol′ Dirty Bastard from the bar
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Coming at your ass like a sorceress, shooting that piss
Niggas be getting on my fucking nerves
Rhymes they be kicking make me wanna kick their fucking ass to the curb
Boy got funky fresh like the Old Specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied, Unique drop that science
M-M-My clan is thick like plaster, bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master killer
Style jumped off in Killa Hilla
I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manila
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Niggas seeing pink hearts, yellow moons, orange stars and green clovers