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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Masta Killa
Vocals
U-God
Vocals
RZA
Vocals
Method Man
Vocals
GZA
Vocals
Street Life
Vocals
Ghostface Killah
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Elgin Evander Turner
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Lamont Jody Hawkins
Songwriter
Patrick Charles
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RZA
Producer
Scott Harding at Ameraycan Studio, LA
Mixing Engineer
Scott Harding
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
As we return, to the 36 Chambers
The RZA, the GZA
The Ol Dirty BZA
U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah
And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta, yo
[Verse 2]
Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin'
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from the volts
Of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry
Peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
[Verse 3]
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods of the Abbott
[Verse 4]
Incite overseas to opposition
Penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin' down your resistance
Leavin' competition defenceless, Masta
Hip-hop antagoniser, dumb deaf and blind civiliser with the silencer
[Verse 5]
Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book 'causin' chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
[Verse 6]
Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me stone bringer
[Verse 7]
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in
Sweet action packed rap
Bite it, stomp on a beat
Posses hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses
[Verse 8]
Cock back my tongue like a hammer
My head is like a nickel-plated bummer
Spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, without penetratin' your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programming fat tracks at Camp Cristal
[Verse 9]
Home on the range, rebel with a pen
Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in
[Verse 10]
The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one fuckin' finga
Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin' the subpoena
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina
[Verse 11]
Check the hundred and fifty millimeter, heater as it blows holes
Through your fuckin' speaker
Makin' you weaker creepin' inches centimetres
Fifty caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to Massapequa
[Verse 12]
Things'll never be the same, after this one
Ghost rider spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one accord
For one mind and one 'cause, that's the shit, son
[Verse 13]
Play them crows out position
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some
Red marker still bleedin', through the paper
Of his sick premeditated, murder caper
[Verse 14]
I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat 'em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all **** can't fuck with us, fuck with us
[Verse 15]
Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin' me
Spell it Maxi Priest caught on me in the days up on Delancey Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipping Jah, so ha-lo-ha
[Verse 16]
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal twelve monkey mind
It's like, stalking through your airport with a chunky nine
[Verse 17]
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin' fort back, take 'em to court
(One time) It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
[Verse 18]
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
[Verse 19]
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
[Verse 20]
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno
Written by: Wu-Tang Clan