[Intro: RZA] I want to give y'all a little announcement man For the last year there's been a lot of music comin out The shit been weak, knowhatI'msayin? A lot of niggas trying to take hip-hop And make that shit R&B, rap and bullshit yaknowhatI'msayin? Or make that shit funk Fuck that, this is MCin right here, this is hip-hop
[Verse 1 - Part 1: Pos] And like the Wu we bring it to you in the purest form We reside far away from the norms Spawn from the big catch, big bang, big breaks Fetch pads and pens, even with the pencil Rap labels studied us, flooded us with stencil That's tinseltown, murder your display And we stay flying even with the terrorists' trying This to that town, monitor the pat down Searching for controlled substance with sustenance We inventors of the drug, ever since Day-glo covers, broke pots, green balloons The black shirt saying stakes, elevated noon AOI, grind, you hear it, Understand we steer it, Some choose to veer it off the course The main source missing You've paid no dues, you've earned no pension Learn the rules! You can either be the pimp Or the pimped out tools Wack niggas need not forget!
[Interlude: GZA & (RZA)] Stop running up on niggas with All that wack shit (Word up man) Talkin' bout you emcee You ain't no emcee...
[Verse 1 - Part 2: Pos] ...Like me I bake works of art While labels worry 'bout artwork Or top of the chart perks You need to insert a lot more of that Original tier, that you can't manage Just causes damage so just go, get away from here! You're fuckin' the game up Too low to aim up so just go, get away from here!
[Verse 2: Dave & (RZA)] And some'll believe that they're leaders Young fella you're a two liter Simply waterway drowning out the source This lesson is aligned with an underground cause So sharpen your paper mate, my number twos'll make the beacon shine And you *sound effects* The fine lining is detail, the garment is retail But I don't buy rap or excuses The code used to be an unspoken device But since that's gone you see what rap produces (Y'knahmsayin'?) The one on one, two on twos Assemble in the center of squares like statues (Word up!) Understand I just do this I don't have to (Y'knahmsayin' this is hip-hop right here!) (Y'knahmsayin' this is lyrics!) But you wouldn't know that feeling if it slapped you Like new credit, the blood work's indebted Microphone donor, two pints of get right I got my cardio up my nigga Don't give a damn about a party I do it for the body Upchuck your mandibles, the scrambler's back Since the two inch tape how ample is that? Like furry dice hanging off the mirror Your position is concerning my vision These objects seem to be closer than they appear And they could never catch us their directions don't match up Just go, get away from here! You're jamming the lane up Messing the game up, Just go, get away from here!