(Chorus:)
When the MC's came, to live out their name,
And, to perform some had,
To snort cocaine,
To act insane,
But before he rocked it on,
Down on, off the mental flame,
To spark your brain,
With the buildin', to be born,
Yo, Rza, hit the track with the what...chck-a..uhh...
(Verse 1:)
Fake niggas get flipped in mic fights,
I swing swords and cut clown,
Shit is too swift to bite, you'll be caughten write it down,
I flow like the blood on a murder scene,
Like a syringe, on some wild-out shit to insert a thing,
But it was you (?off the shops goin 'ought?),
Catch a swolen heart from not growin smart,
I puts mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes and get hurt,
Shit's played like Zodiac signs on sweatshirts,
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals,
My minimum table stacks, a verse on the gamble,
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt,
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black-belts,
That attack, the mic'phones like cyclones and typhoons,
I represent from midnight to high-noon,
I don't waste ink, nigga I think,
I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed,
Through clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed,
Only under one circumstanse is if I'm blunted,
Turn that shit up, my Clan in the front want it.
(Chorus)
(Verse 2:)
I'm on a mission that niggas say is impossible,
But when I swing my sword, they are choppable,
I be the body-dropper, the heartbeat-stopper,
Child-educator plus head-amputater,
Cause nigga's styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers,
Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers,
Don't even stop at my station and attack,
While your plan fell, with the rail, like Amtrak,
What the fuck for, damn, my lore make law,
I be justice, I sentence that ass to the full,
Ram the clock, that state-penn time, check it,
With the pins, I be stickin', but you can't state the crime,
Came through with the Wu, slid off from the D.L.,
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells,
Come aboard it's medina bell, enter the chamber,
And it's a whole different sound,
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel,
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels,
Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin,
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin.
(Chorus)
(Chorus:)
When the MC's came, to live out their name,
And, to perform some had,
To snort cocaine,
To act insane,
But before he rocked it on,
Down on, off the mental flame,
To spark your brain,
With the buildin', to be born,
Yo, Rza, hit the track with the what...chck-a..uhh...
(Verse 1:)
Fake niggas get flipped in mic fights,
I swing swords and cut clown,
Shit is too swift to bite, you'll be caughten write it down,
I flow like the blood on a murder scene,
Like a syringe, on some wild-out shit to insert a thing,
But it was you (?off the shops goin 'ought?),
Catch a swolen heart from not growin smart,
I puts mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes and get hurt,
Shit's played like Zodiac signs on sweatshirts,
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals,
My minimum table stacks, a verse on the gamble,
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt,
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black-belts,
That attack, the mic'phones like cyclones and typhoons,
I represent from midnight to high-noon,
I don't waste ink, nigga I think,
I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed,
Through clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed,
Only under one circumstanse is if I'm blunted,
Turn that shit up, my Clan in the front want it.
(Chorus)
(Verse 2:)
I'm on a mission that niggas say is impossible,
But when I swing my sword, they are choppable,
I be the body-dropper, the heartbeat-stopper,
Child-educator plus head-amputater,
Cause nigga's styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers,
Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers,
Don't even stop at my station and attack,
While your plan fell, with the rail, like Amtrak,
What the fuck for, damn, my lore make law,
I be justice, I sentence that ass to the full,
Ram the clock, that state-penn time, check it,
With the pins, I be stickin', but you can't state the crime,
Came through with the Wu, slid off from the D.L.,
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells,
Come aboard it's medina bell, enter the chamber,
And it's a whole different sound,
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel,
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels,
Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin,
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin.
(Chorus)