Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Now hoods on the right,
wild for the night
Punks in the back,
c' mon and at tract to what
Clan in da front,
let your feet stomp
Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back,
c'mon and attract to what
This goes back to nineteen
Nightrain
Champion gear that I rock,
you get your boots knocked
Then attack you like a pit
that lock shit DOWN
As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore
but giving you more and more, like ding!
Nah shorty, get you open like six packs
Killer Bees attack, flippin what,
murder one, phat tracks
A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!
Word life, I get that ass
while I'm fulla spite!
Check the method from Bedrock,
cause I rock ya head to bed
Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!
Shake the ground while my
beats just break you down
Raw sound, we going to war right now
So, yo, bombin
We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments
Save ya breath before I bomb it
I be that insane nigga from
the psycho ward
I'm on the trigger,
plus I got the Wu- Tang sword
So how you figure that you
can even fuck with mine?
Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with
that shit one time!
And pull a foul,
niggaz save the beef on the cow
I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical
The FUCK you wanna do? More
than Spike Lee's Do
I'm like a sniper,
hyper off the ginseng root
PLO style, buddha monks
with the owls
So who's the fucking man? Meth- Tical
On the chessbox
Yo,
yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags,
my rap style has
The force to leave you lost,
like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by a madman
It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man
From the bad lands of the killer,
rap fanatic
Representing with the skill that's iller
Dare to compare,
get pierced just like an ear
The zoo- we- do- wop- bop
strictly hardware
Armed and geared cause I just
broke out the prison
Charged by the system - for
murdering the rhythm!
Now, lo and behold,
another deadly episode
Bound to catch another fuckin
charge when I explode
Slammin a hy pe- ass
verse til ya head burst
I ramshack dead in the track
, and that's that
Rap assassin, fastin,
quick to blast and hardrock
I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!
I'm hot, top notch,
Ghost thinks with logic
Flashback's how I attacked
your whole project
I'm raw, I'm rugged and
raw! I repeat, if I die
My seed'll be ill like me
Approachin me,
you out of respect, chops ya neck
I get vexed, like crashing up
a phat- ass Lex'
So clear the way, make way,
yo! Open the cage
Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave
Yo Ya gettin
stripped from ya garments,
boy, run ya jewels
While the meth got me open
like falopian tubes
I bring death to a snake
when he least expect
Ain't a damn thing changed,
boy, Protect Ya Neck
Ruler Zig Zag, Zig- Al lah jam is fatal
Quick to stick my Wu- Tang sword
right through ya navel
Suspenseful, plus bein bought
through my utensil
The pencil, I break strong
winds up against your
Abbot, that run up through your
county like the Maverick
Caps through the tablets,
I gots to make the fabrics
Are you, uh, ah, uh
Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin
shit like a samurah
The Ol' Dirty Bastard
VUNDABAH
Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists
Comin atcha ass like a sorceress,
shootin' that PISS!
Niggaz be gettin on my fuck
in nerves
Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna
kick they fuckin ass to the curb
I got funky fresh, like the old specialist
A carrier, messenger, bury ya
This experience is for the whole experience
Let it be applied,
and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE
My my my
My Clan is thick like plaster
Bust ya, slash ya
Slit a nigga back like a
Dutch Master Killer
Style jumped off and Killa, Hill- er
I was the thriller in the Ali- Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks
that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a
cinder block
Blaow! Now it's all over
Niggaz seeing pink hearts,
yellow moons
orange stars and green clovers
Wu-tang Clan 
