[Raekwon the Chef]
Scrape y'all [bad word] This is my word, when you see us
When you see us flashing and shining
And building and adding on
Y'all niggaz just watch it, hear me
Only ones that who we got respect for
Is them niggaz that we say peace to
Hear me, pay attention, put your shoes on
Yo, my team be bellyaching hungry niggaz on the swarm again
Pirahna niggaz bite [bad word]  yo Son, it's on again
What up, he made a move, try to assist it
Listen kid yo, you was born to be a pawn but I'm a bishop
Back to the novel, you Son, it's logical
How you figure God, what, flow on the track, flip the obstacle
Now my proposal, it's the global
From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu
Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph presser what, blast enough to blow your rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians
La costra nostra, we moving through your hood like a poster
Flex this, Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement
So keep the bust the gun Boo
Like that bad [bad word] [bad word] in Dead Presidents
Add on, the billboard sloan
Check it now, you get the gold [bad word] award
It's like jail and it's the sixth floor
Test me, floating in the S.E., now let's see
Half of y'all niggaz built your rhyme from my sess tree [bad word]  homos, yo, my flavor liver than a dobo
Stay militant kid, push it like bolo
You [bad word] idiot, playing with my Clan but you be fearing it
Face one, I'm guaranteed to make you take one
Please, y'all niggaz money getting low
But did [bad word] back, set up shop, and get the phat dough
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal now, blinking with us or put your shield down [bad word]  [bad word] [bad word] around punk, battle for cream [bad word] 
[RZA]
You want to pound crab, nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy [bad word] rings
No more said, knew your chump [bad word] was dead
When I saw the four four reflecting off your shiny forehead
It's Wu-Tang [bad word]  ain't nothing changed [bad word] Still shame on a [bad word]  who tried [bad word] game
Get virgin and perversions, [bad word] [bad word] with Persian
Bugs watching niggaz like the turgeon, it's the surgeon slugs
still pounds when Bobby Steels 12 gauge gonna pay deadly chronicles
We, held up in Gotham take heed and protect your seeds
We fall like all the leaves, who lack tranquility
In your rap utility to [bad word] with the abilities
Raised like a sperm cell to the ovary
Microphone post tone like a rotary phone
Age of poems and poetry, old sloans
Explosive head bullets, black hooded
Invalid footed ninjas, who full metal jacket clips
And know how to put it in you
Surrender your goods and your merchandise
For no purchase price, I'm certainly a heist
For your ice and curtains and [bad word] quietly, Wu-Tang [bad word] society
Because of variety, so maintain your high anxiety
And lead them to defy me, diary...
I need 18 points for my next joint
This high and mointed king, to make a deal
I be the one to appoint, Steve Ripken must have been sniffing
To catch something so dope, it left minor c-lits [bad word] dripping
I [bad word] hundreds of [bad word]  and split millions of dollars
And built with thousands of scholars
My life saga from the hildred of horor
Legal kid brown in Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my [bad word] s been sucked by the finest lips
Stand to tell the contestants, in the world's best repressment
But none of the [bad word] to the one-twenty lessons
Or my queen and my seeds, in the home that I rest in
Enter my dome get blown to 99 sections

[Method Man]
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