"You will be punished (Wu-Tang style). for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style). Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style). .. justice!" (Wu-Tang style). [GZA]. Slept on this hazardous enterprise. Hit from the back from a long range attack in disguise. Week self-captivity became months. Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump. Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?. Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper. Unfair corruptions lead to abductions. Creatin wider circles of destructions. So we attack with the pen and blaze in. From the terrifyin to the fascinating. Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that's hasty to give credit. Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits. They heavily defended airfields. But they bodies rot behind punctured steels. When I greeted you you didn't hear a piece of my voice?. Oh that water was my liquid of choice. Forensic couldn't tell it it was nine tons of steel pellet. Powerful projection noise is deafening. Carrier battle groups that's threatening. Higher level bombing plus. The shipment in hand known as alarming bells ring loud. In the same crucial manner but different style. (Wu-Tang style Wu-Tang style!). [Raekwon the Chef]. Yeah... Aiyyo once again all blunts again. Yo the real remain silent any type of violence I'm in. Allah's helpful most innovative raps. that brought wealth through shot out the belch too. We holdin automatic semis with sick lines. Run up body niggaz break down shoddy niggaz. Styles so sharp state of the art. Greater the mark flyest creator sprayed layin darts. Flowin like water "Apocalypse Now". Gun out blaow wow the shit's wild when you short us. Runnin through parkin lots don't get caught. Let off bark your shots we outta here off the blocks. [Method Man]. It ain't all to the good muh'fuckers hatin in the hood. Gotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woods. for the Clan's forthcomin. I miss you in the game a court summons. And fugitives of rap caught runnin y'all get locked up. E'rything was wack 'til we popped up. And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher. Potnah you ain't got no wins in mi casa. Wu-Tang got ya like every ghetto got a Tasha. Request lines are now open you see these MC's chokin. and thinkin "What's that SHIT they be smokin?". I'm so focused simple chronic halitosis. Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious. {*hach spit*} Y'all niggaz got some fuckin nerve. to critic what I write that's my muh'fuckin word. Blah blah blah like N'Sync. Kiss that ass "Bye Bye Bye" knahmsayin? I ain't playin. [Masta Killa]. Many shall come few chose to stay exact. Track after track I'm fightin for survival. Before me I see hills and mountains they sway. The words gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean. I walk water holdin y'all suspended with the vocal. What's the total people that came to see the Gods?. I gave thought talent construct my best poetry. Potentcy high-level content. Side effect may cause a tec to eject many places. All ages streets to cages split faces. Shoutin nuff love to the peeps from Miami. We live from Pulaski and spread glassy. {*cut and scratch: "Wu-Tang style"*}.