[GZA (RZA)]. I grew up around block parties ready to rock. Behind the rope nigga with my rhymes on cock. The verse shot first nigga who had shit to pop. A bad weather blow the feathers off a hundred flocks. With 70% goose 30 ducked get stuck. And each link in your chain is trucked. No ends in this rhyme cipher with nine snipers. Charge of the kiss from the Pied Piper. I live around DJ's b-boys MC's. Through rap never thinkin' +Airways+ are TVs. It was strictly all about magnificant rhyme clout. +Rec Room+ 2 dollars with the flyer as we would doubt. Now his wigs pushed back. Name scratched off the plaque too wild to re-enact. (Yo). [Chorus x2: U-God]. Got to check out +The W+ got to check out-- +The W+. Got to check out +The W+ got to check out-- +The W+. [Method Man]. MC's have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against y'all muh'fuckers. And Mef can only trust ya as far as I can see ya. Me need ya? That'll be the.. day ya busta. It gets no rougher when me and my comrades rush ya. Like red heat with hammers and sickles. I milk like ya baby mama's nipples got issues. It's just us so what's what if any can touch us. Then lord strike me down where I stand at now. wit this bottle of Remy gettin' fucked up child listen. The most notable MC ya source for hip hop quotable MC. Of course it's Tical!. [Chorus]. [U-God]. The Princess the Pope incest dope. Choke you by the throat the chrome handle smoke. The man not for joke we all out for broke. Plus the herbal that I tote the murder that I wrote. You can't do me none my Uzi weighs a ton. I'm comin' from the slum Wu is number one. I stumbled on the drum the Gods are troublesome. +Rumble+ when we come boy you better +Run+ +Run+. [Chorus]. [Raekwon]. Aiyo it's like this jumpin' out of golden whips. Flashin' mega bricks outfits rock ridiculous whips bitch. Wavy hair men of the year bent in the stairs. Sick winter gear been on position is where. Call him an Asiatic God-body +Longevity+. Slang rap you get your whip wrapped. Swing through the hood calmly. Yo what up? Staten Island Bush George. Dust shut shit off whips spin off. Get off slips which wiz. Mind di-tects mines lines lick sick nines. Pick wines lift up bill a nigga six flies. Dip wide dress my shit up fuck six times wish mine. Rub lamps take thousand dollar crystalines. [Chorus]