Masta Killa's BEST Line

^^word

Sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool
Grab my gun, select one, snatch son
Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like the bass
I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down
Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest


I cant really say its the most lyrical, but its fun2 listen 2

homicide is illegal and death is the penalty whut justifys the homicide? when he dies?

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Originally Posted by famenchuan

I think he dont get enough props in the wu-forever album.
For Heaven's Sake
Now all pay tribute to this entity
A spark that surges through the undergrowth
Overwhelming the populance from the entry
The Wu-Tang Dynasty has emerged
From this elite fleet
I was appointed to strike the vital nerve
Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words
Observe the magnetic attraction as we breed
Seeds of MC's if these fake ass industry niggaz feed off
The chrome mic tend to squeeze off and spray
An array of shots that travel downwind
Just respect my pyrhiffic pen as I send
The minds of the weak to rise and take power
Eiffel towering over the land as we stand
Expanding our Cream, a dollar to every grain of sand
Let the mind use the physical as planned
Visonz
As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin
The courses of time, devils no longer exist
As God Cipher Divine all minds one, no question
Now check it...
Perhaps we can go through Lessons
Or I might shot me a pussy protesting
Comin with that lip professing
You must take Allah for fool
Where's his jewel? Is he using mathematics as the tool?
Tell me, DESTROY borns God and EYE came to Build
Shit is so real, inside you distilled
Back in the form of mist
You wishing you did the Knowledge before speaking
Seeking where you went wrong
And why would I bring you such physical harm
Severe Punisment
Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
Ignite, blowing the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the
Deadly grounds I hold down
Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to Build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold
Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
Look for means of survival and who's liable
For this harrowing experience
You scream for the extreme
Fiend for the capo-regimes of the Wu-Tang Academy
To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery
A better tommorow
A voice cries from the wilderness of the North
A representation of the families that lost one
All victims of incarceration
Or other divisions of the family structure
Youths are injected with serums that leads
To skin irritations, baby's being born with
Disfigurations, experimentations
On their faces they bear world relations
Of mothers that carry the pain
Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire
It lightly begins to rain, screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Hussein, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane
Just give me a name on who has inflicted this
Bitter sickness and left us to witness
Triumph
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that's heard
Ninety-three million miles away from came one
To represent the Nation, this is a gathering
Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The High Chief Jemel Irief takes the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
Deadly Melody
Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from
the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect
the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
by this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods
of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition
Penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
with the silencer

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Word! Masta is the most methaphoric Mc of the Wu!

Very underrated mc in the clan. His style has always to me been very prophetic & he has a great visionary mind.

yea thats why i like him. his style so dope but so different.

this same thread happens pops up like once every couple months or so...i love it tho...nice to see Masta Killa gettin the respect he deserves...

he is an INSANELY underrated mc...he is becoming one of my fav in the Wu..always consistent and mad precise....to me, he just represents what Wu-Tang is all about...like razor sharp, lyrical precision...

his character in the Wu video game personified him so perfectly...like a smooth, calm, quiet ninja


this post is awesome...like a Guide to Masta Killa right here....thanks for postin

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Originally Posted by famenchuan

I think he dont get enough props in the wu-forever album.
For Heaven's Sake
Now all pay tribute to this entity
A spark that surges through the undergrowth
Overwhelming the populance from the entry
The Wu-Tang Dynasty has emerged
From this elite fleet
I was appointed to strike the vital nerve
Mouths tend to utter and speak empty words
Observe the magnetic attraction as we breed
Seeds of MC's if these fake ass industry niggaz feed off
The chrome mic tend to squeeze off and spray
An array of shots that travel downwind
Just respect my pyrhiffic pen as I send
The minds of the weak to rise and take power
Eiffel towering over the land as we stand
Expanding our Cream, a dollar to every grain of sand
Let the mind use the physical as planned
Visonz
As my brothers and I reign rebellious, changin
The courses of time, devils no longer exist
As God Cipher Divine all minds one, no question
Now check it...
Perhaps we can go through Lessons
Or I might shot me a pussy protesting
Comin with that lip professing
You must take Allah for fool
Where's his jewel? Is he using mathematics as the tool?
Tell me, DESTROY borns God and EYE came to Build
Shit is so real, inside you distilled
Back in the form of mist
You wishing you did the Knowledge before speaking
Seeking where you went wrong
And why would I bring you such physical harm
Severe Punisment
Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain
Ignite, blowing the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the
Deadly grounds I hold down
Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to Build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold
Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
Look for means of survival and who's liable
For this harrowing experience
You scream for the extreme
Fiend for the capo-regimes of the Wu-Tang Academy
To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery
A better tommorow
A voice cries from the wilderness of the North
A representation of the families that lost one
All victims of incarceration
Or other divisions of the family structure
Youths are injected with serums that leads
To skin irritations, baby's being born with
Disfigurations, experimentations
On their faces they bear world relations
Of mothers that carry the pain
Of blood stained streets where sisters mourn and wail
Fifth brothers been slain from hails of gun fire
It lightly begins to rain, screams of terror
Are hidden by the passing trains
This can't be little Hussein, his uncle cried
As he drops to his nephew's side, holding his cane
Just give me a name on who has inflicted this
Bitter sickness and left us to witness
Triumph
The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
And leaks sounds that's heard
Ninety-three million miles away from came one
To represent the Nation, this is a gathering
Of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The High Chief Jemel Irief takes the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
From the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save self from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
Deadly Melody
Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from
the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect
the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
by this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods
of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition
Penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
with the silencer

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these here are all some of my fav masta killa verses too...he stole the show on the Beneath the Surface album

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Originally Posted by Deity Allah

Top 5 Masta Killa Lines

1. (Illusions)
Intriguing to the ear, but bitter to the hear
I begin to take part in the art of dart throwin'

Starting the Wu-Tang Swordzmen
Rain drops fall but the block remain hot

Stream rises from the street which forms the clouds that I move through
Renew my nameless sword style!
ALLAH HAS SPOKEN
THE GOLDEN
CODE OF SILENCE HAS BEEN BROKEN
MIC TERRORIST, SHREWD RUDE WICKEDNESS IMPROVES
AS I EXPAND, AND EXTEND, ASCEND I SEEN MEN
FALL FROM GRACE TRYIN TO TRACE THE ORIGIN
BUT THERES NO BEGINNIN OR END
TO THE LIFE LINE..
SUNZ OF MAN FOREVER SHINE THRU THE MIC LINE

2. (1112)
My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches
underneath shurbs and leaves

They breathe through underwater reeves
The enemy walks above, Clan remains sub-terrained in Mud

3. (High Price, Small Reward)
Youth Thrist for Knowledge, I teach but hold heat
Cause some savage niggaz are lost beyond reach!

4. (The Man)
I picked up this MC's trade
I'm the Masta, I'm shaper than my carpenter blade

5. (Snakes)
Intervene the scene and slow up the Cream!

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Ya'll trippin Masta's best verse is by far Chess Boxin

Masta:
Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
In his own iniquity it's the
Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha
We have an APB on an MC Killer
Looks like the work of a Master
Evidence indicates that's it's stature
Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
The flow, changes like a chameleon
Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
This technique attacks the immune system
Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Movin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
and injure - ANY MOTHERFUCKIN CONTENDER

The old Masta Killa, the one where he sounded he wanted to hurt someone which was prevalent in only a few of verses (Chessboxing, Snakes, Execute Them) is really sick. I really like his other calm, relaxed, but poised delivery.

even out of the clan masta killa shines that track he did with public enemy unstoppable he stole the show that's a huge statement because chuck-d's a legend in his own right but masta showed them wu-tang clan ain't nothin to fuck wit on a lyrical note

i'm to lazy to write the verse down so i'm going to up the track
i know the masta killa fans will enjoy this
it comes from the he got game single

public enemy feat. Masta Killa


http://www.megaupload.com/?d=F31C0K4B
http://www.megaupload.com/?d=F31C0K4B

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public enemy feat. Masta Killa - unstoppable

http://rapidshare.com/files/11535279/03_Unstoppable.wma.html

^^thanks for the track!

all quotes above are great...

here another INSANE VERSE:

Proceed with caution as you enter the symphony
Degrees of pulse will increase intensely
Syndrome was caused by the deadly drums
But the battle was won by swords being swung
Slicing with a vocal
From the international vocalist
Ya style is too local
To fuck with this
All fits of antagonists
No assistance movin motionless
Mysterious swiftness
Thoughts roll down the shaft of the brain
Mental gives the signal to the physical
Whirlwind kicks and hits from every angle
Violent temperments
Uncountenance dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Chumped by the drunken punches that punches the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries start

Personally I've always liked this little line from NSD

Ain't enough ink for the thoughts I think
They travel so rapid, it's hard to grasp it