Da Mystery of Chessboxin'

Raw, I'ma give it to ya with no trivia

Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia

My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation

Like the Emancipation Proclamation

Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead

You might as well run into the wall and bang your head

I'm pushing force, my force, you're doubting

I'm making devils cower to the Caucasus Mountains

Well, I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire

Rap styles vary and carry like Mariah

I come from the Shaolin slum

And the isle I'm from

Is coming through with 'nuff **** and 'nuff guns

So if you wanna come sweating, stressing, contesting

You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection

Don't talk the talk if you can't walk the walk

Phony **** are outlined in chalk

I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects made me

Rebel to the grain, there's no way to barricade me

Steamrolling **** like an 18 wheeler

With a drunk driver driving, there's no surviving

Rough like Timberland wear, yeah

Me and the Clan in 'Yota Landcruisers out there

Peace to all the crooks, all the **** with bad looks

Bald heads, braids, blow this hook

We pack chrome TEC's, nickel-plated MAC's

Black AC's

Drug-dealing styles in phat stacks

I only been a good **** for a minute though

'Cause I gots to get my props and win it, yo

I got beef with commercial-ass **** with gold teeth

Lamping in a Lexus, eating beef

Straight up and down, don't even bother

I got forty **** up in here now who kill ****' fathers

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

In the front, in the back, Killa Bees on attack

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

Smoking meth', hitting cats on the block with the gats

Here I go, deep type flow

Jacques Cousteau could never get this low, I'm

Cherry bombing shits… boom!

Just warming up a little bit, vroom-vroom

Rappin-ing is what's happening

Keep the pockets stacked and then

Hands clap and then

At the party when I move my body

Gotta get up and be somebody!

Grab the microphone, put strength to the bone

Duh-duh-duh!… Enter the Wu-Tang zone

Sure enough when I

Rock that stuff, huff, puff

I'm gonna catch your bluff tough, rough

Kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly

Or Alex Haley, I'm a nuh… Beetle Bailey

Rhymes coming raw style, hardcore

**** be coming to the hip-hop store

Coming to buy grocery from me

Trying to be a hip-hop MC

The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang

You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang

Represent the GZA, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan

Inspectah Deck

Dirty Ho getting low with his flow

Introducing the Ghostface Killah

No one could get iller

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

In the front, in the back, Killa Bees on attack

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

Smoking meth', hitting cats on the block with the gats

Speaking of the Devil, psych!

No, it's the God, get the shit right

Mega trife and yo, I killed you in a past life

On the mic while you was kicking that fast shit

You reneged, tried again and got blasted

Half-mastered-ass style, mad rough task

When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask

Remember that shit?

I know you don't remember jack

That night, yo I was hitting like a spiked bat

Until you thought I was bugged out and crazy

Strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy

Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs

Never shot thugs

I'm running with thugs that flood mugs

So grab your 8 plus 1

Start flipping and tripping

**** is jetting, I'm licking off, son

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty

What justifies the homicide

When he dies in his own iniquity?

It's the master of the Mantis Rapture coming at ya

We have an APB on an MC Killer

Looks like the work of a master

Evidence indicates that his stature

Merciless like a terrorist, hard to capture

The flow changes like a chameleon

Plays like a friend and stabs you like a dagger

This technique attacks the immune system

Disguised like a lie, paralyzing the victim

You scream as it enters your bloodstream

Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain

Moving on a **** with the speed of a centipede

And injure any motherfucking contender

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

In the front, in the back, Killa Bees on attack

My peoples, are you with me? Where you at?

Smoking meth', hitting cats on the block with the gats