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"Da Mystery Of Chessboxin'" [Wu-Tang movie dialogue] The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible [Verse One: U-God] Raw I'm gonna give it to you, 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 pushin' force, my force your doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains [Verse Two: Inspectah Deck] 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 niggas 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 niggas are outlined in chalk A man vexed, is what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver driving, there's no surviving [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] Rough like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan, and you're the Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the niggas with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs Black axe, drug dealing styles in phat stacks I've only been a good nigga for a minute though 'cause I got to get my props, and win it you I got beef with commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eating beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got forty niggas up in here now, who kill niggas fathers [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples are you with me, where you at? In the front, in the back killer-bees on attack my people are you with me, where you at? Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats [Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Here I go, deep type flow Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..
I'm cherry bombing shits... BOOM Just warming up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappinin is what's happening Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clapping and At the party when I move my body Gotta get up, and be somebody! Grab the microphone go straight to the phone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone Sure enough when I rock that stuff Guff puff? I'm gonna catch your bluff tough rough, kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes coming raw style, hardcore Niggas 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, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Hoe getting low with his flow Introducing, the Ghost..face.. Killer!! No one could get iller [Chorus] [Verse Five: Ghostface Killah] Speaking of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right Mega trife, and you're 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 ruff 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 and then 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 eight plus one, start flipping and tripping Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!) [Verse Six: Masta Killa] 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 you We have an APB on an MC Killer Looks like the work of a Master Evidence indicates that's it's 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 nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKING CONTENDER [Chorus]
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