[RZA] ...Knahmsayin 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 niggaz 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
[Posdnuos] And like the Wu, we bring it to you in the purest form We reside far away from the norm Scorn from the big catch, the big bang, big breaks Fetch pasts in pens even with the pencils Rap label study us, flooded us with stencil That's Tinseltown, murder your display and we stay flyin even when the terrorists is tryin This to that town, monitor the pat down Serchin for controlled substance with sustenance We inventors of the drug, ever since DayGlo covers broke pots, green baloons The black shirts sayin (Stakes) elevate at noon AOI grind, you hear it, understand We steer it, some choose to veer it off the course The main source missin, you pay no dues You earn no pension, learn the rules You can either be the pimp or the pimped-out fools Wack niggaz do not forget
[GZA] Stop runnin up on niggaz with all that wack shit
[Meth] Word up man
[GZA] Talking about you MC's
[Meth] You ain't no MC
[Posdnuos] ...like me; I bake work from art While labels worry 'bout artwork or top of the chart perks You need to insert a lot more, that original tier that you can't manage, just causin damage So just go ("WHAT!") get away from here You're fuckin the game up, too low to aim up So just go ("WHAT!") get away from here
[Dave] And some'll believe that they're leaders Young fella, you a 2-liter Sippin water weight, drownin out the sauce This lesson is a line with a undergrad course Well sharpen your (Papermate), my #2s'll make the (Bic)/beac-on shine in you The fine lining is detailed, the garment is retailed 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 ("Yaknahmsayin...") The one on one, two on twos assembled in the center of squares like statues ("Word up") Understand I just do this, I don't have to
[RZA] YaknowhatI'msayin? This is hip-hop right here YaknowhatI'msayin? This is lyrics
[Dave] But you wouldn't know that feelin if it slapped you Like new credit, the blood work's indebted Microphone donor, two pints'll get right I got my cardio up, my nigga ("WHAT!") Don't give a damn about a party, I do it for the body Upchuck ya mandible, the scramble is back Since the two-inch tape, how ample is that? Like furry dice hangin off the mirror You position is concernin my vision These objects seem to be closer than they appear And they could never catch up, they directions don't match up Just go ("WHAT!") Get away from here You're jammin the lane up, messin the game up Just go ("WHAT"!) Get away from here!