Choose the sword, and you will join me Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death You don't understand my words, but you must choose *baby gurgling* So... come boy, choose life or death
Verse One: Ghostface Killah
The only man a hoe wait for Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon Cuz I be duckin crazy spades The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet? Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up You're out of luck like two dogs stuck Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago spine-tingle, mind boggles Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don
Verse Two: Killah Priest
I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me Loungin, between two pillars of ivory I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm My eye's the vision, memory is the film Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip And throw all types of fits I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips
Verse Three: The RZA
Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence Because you had secret evidence, and documents On how they raped the continents, enlist prominent dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew The year two thousand and two, the battle's still with the Wu Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions
Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion)
The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet Money feed good, opposites off the set It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed I'm on some tax free shit by any means Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM I learned much from such with cons who run scams Veterans got the game spiced like ham And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength that made me truncate the length one tenth Woofers stomp, tweeters hiss like air pumps RZA shaved the track, niggaz caught razor bumps Scarred tryin to figure who invented this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse