Two centuries we worked here without weight. We made cotton king.
We built our homes and homes with our masters.
To face the injustice and humiliation at every party.
Yet out of the bottomless vitality, we continued to live and grow.
It's the inexpressable cruelties of slavery.
Send in the opposition that we've never faced in our struggle.
I can only say that freedom is our goal
and I know that we will win because freedom is the goal of America.
[Chorus x2]
(Islord)
Fuck y'all analog niggaz, we be digital
Wu-Tang, Killarmy, we indispensable
We never fall, we stand tall
like sky-scrapers And Justice for All!
(Killa Sin)
We move on emcees mechanically
Strike nerves like Ghost Verse in Can It Be
Hard to touch, retarded fucks be playing wit they fantasies
Respect this, specialist, black, testing this and get ya necklace jacked
Your after name scratched up off my guest list, party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to
You throw a cold screw but sober up when I'm approaching you
At the same time we postin' two niggaz on that ass
Thats gonna do what they supposed to do the limelight
Snatched away from you because its my night
Killarm' blaze hotter than twilight, you better get ya lines right
Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right
With harsh flows, robotic movements and blurry eyesight
What you want I already got
And thats control I keep head high, hand 'pon cock
And pockets swollen, you foldin', you faggot ass fuck
(Dom Pachino)
Yo fortune never fails
Shoot a dart sharper than a carpenters nail
Inhale life, exhale strive anxiety's trife
Blowin' smoke out my peace pipe
Ducking this snipe shot off the top of the White House and cop plauses
War never does as many causes
My offense is my defense extreme but cautious
Moving cyphers high at velocities makin' you nauseous
Ya forcin' it, terrorist extortionist
Abortin' this, space ship thats spacious face it, almost can taste it
Pioneer lookin' for honey and instant matrix
The case is not ya basic way to make shit
Embrace it, knowin' some day you'll have to face it
[Chorus]
[Interlude]
So fuck yall! So fuck yall niggaz!
(RZA)
Yo, yo hard to grapple, my Razor Sharp scalpel
Technique slaps you, invasion, body snatch you money grip
I smoke the honey dip blunts, cherry bomb, very calm
First bursts like a shot from the Berry homes
You'd be most wise to pay close attention
To Willy Lynchin', its stupid to fuck wit Bobby Steele's henchmen
I step into presidential credentials, it's evident our potential
Be infinite, deluxe benetic flux invincible
Obi Wan Kanobi's Sword record in Dolby
Alexis Coby broad try to control me
Pussy whip me like Toby, fuck the local
I move global, economical, keep seed's pockets full
My infrared glow, and a dark Wu-Tang logo
Sparks your attention, look, listen, observe
Killa Bee swerve, slam like Dr. Julias Erv, still strike the vital nerve
Charter through the Magna Carta trapped like Otis and Carter
Wild like a Shaolin child from Manage Harbor
King I Divine, forced to shine, head burst open like a bottle of Pines
Use penmanship, when I write my script
Blunt spark em' as I mark em' homes
Killa Hill syndrome, peace to Two Tone
You must know me to understand me and once you do
You realize I'm you, everything I do, honey bee from the bee hive
Evergreen freeze dried, leaf smoke, Killah Priest from the tribe
Of Levi smoke out and exhale, or blood spill
The indestructible Bobby Steels is here
(Method Man)
Yo, In The Heat of The Night, my 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and Trapper John, M.D., full metal jackets
Cuz some gots to have it, kill or be killed
Only time will reveal, I think by myself
And I drink by myself, from 9-8 until
Let me know its real son, if its really real
Understandable, self explainable
Caution John Blaze flammable
When under pressure, interchangeable and still
Comin' down like precipitation as I reign undisputed
How Johnny do it? dangerously, whoopin' cough *cough, cough*
Two went off, stank pussy make my dick soft
Bottom line bes this high-explosive
Not for the average Joseph, come and get some
Hold 8 and keep 1, up in the chamber, blast wit my middle finger
9 swordsmen attack like the 4 Horsemen
See me dog walkin', strictly ghetty-o slang talkin'
All up in these guts often
These rap niggaz, official, we slap niggaz
Wit mad charges, dope shit regardless
We Usually-Take Another Nigga's Garments (what?)
(Islord)
Straight up and down, I got this rap shit locked in '98
Niggaz cant escape the laws, that I enforce like top notch politicians
Who be politickin', plans to expand total destruction across the planet
And micro chip software placed in the rear of ya ear
As I slid to next year, all y'all analog niggaz, fuck y'all, we be digital
Shit is critical, like the hallways in my projects
Similar to the streets in Tibet, fuck that
I ain't playin' wit a full deck son
And Justice For All - Track Review
Reply With Quote
Bookmarks