unknown

Intro:

Dead crosswords, puzzling your delf
(get yourrrrrrrr headpiece strapped on tight)
See, that's what i'm talkin bout
When you take the johnny blaze (you're dealing with johnny blaze)
(the johnny blaze)
And you take that game and you plug that here into bobby steels
(ohh yeahhhhh)
Nowwwww you are playing with power
(yeahhhhh get that mouthpiece screwed on right dude)
(you're dealing with the bobby steels) with power
(the bobby steels) now you are playing with power

Verse one:

I got your mind twisted
Unrealistic wavelength draining on your brain-strip inflicted
Crosswords puzzling your delf
Questioning your own mental health (yeah) it's like a maze within itself
(yeah) check the grimey, slimey, slimey
Crim-inim-inal indivi-dual i be
Searching for the dark knight
Lurking in the shadows of the city (the city) he roll with jiggy
My crime committee, robbing every gotham piggy bank blinnnnnnnd
Take a journey through the mind of a riddler

Chorus:

Tax free money not a problem (that's no problem)
A price to get the ice not a problem (that's no problem)
A body for a price not a problem (that's no problem)
Hmm -- the riddler

Verse two:

Once again it's the mind bender, three-time felony offender
Demented, brain cemented, mixed in the blender
I lose ya, mass-confusion, question mark clues in
What where why whose-in, quiz
Time to ask yourself who it is
Sheisty p.l.o. underhanded biz, invading brothers wigs
(wigs) can i live
Corrupt and bringing all the misery and suffering
Pain, you couldn't cure with a bufferin
Rotating, ridiculous, rapid-fire riddle
Bat get trapped in the middle of the riddler

Chorus:

Murder for the evil not a problem (not a problem)
To the gen there ain't no sequel not a problem (it's not a problem)
Big up to all my people not a problem (that's no problem)
Hah-hah, the riddler

Verse three:

Observe if you will
I'm in my hide-out in the back of the hill (yeah)
I crack a wall then i caught about a mil
Co-defendant johnny blaze and bobby steels
We was blazing hardware (hardware)
Turn the corner you can hear the wheels squeel *rehrrarrrr*
On that ass fast was the batmobile (batmobile)
I can tell by the demon on the grill, this was real
Alley-cat screaming *ahhh*, i hit a trash can
Garbage everywhere, money flying out the bags and
Trying to escape, code nine with the cape
Or else he'd be headed upstate, it's the riddler

Chorus:

Talkin suicide, not a problem (that's no problem)
If you're speaking homicide not a problem (that's no problem)
You want to talk genocide not a problem (that's no problem)
It's the riddler

Outro:

Word up, that's no problem
Stim-ulim-uli, stim-ulim-uli
Feel good don't it
And you know it
Got ta, hotter
You're playing... with... power

Intro: method man

Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you want baby
It's what you neeeeeeeed

Verse one: rza

Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles
Nickel plated pistols, official wu-wear covers my physical
Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos
Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier
Or wu say boulder head flower
You can detect the true and living god from the scorer
Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides
And this bitch advertised her breast size
Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes
Then he became highly civilized
And spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance
And stopped wearing benetton
Tommy hill, perry ellis, nautica, or liz claiborne
Ocean pacific, fila, bill blass and leave fitted
Quit the armani sweaters with the gucci wool knitted
Now all he buys, kani's, cross colours, shabazz brothers
Mecca, pelly pell, 88, north q, bear and a few others
For the new year, strictly wu-wear

Chorus: method man

Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Ain't what you waaaaaant

Verse two: cappadonna

Pele egg-head the top dresser
One man catalog the london fog casual hog
Biere denim with the cash wu nike and kangol king
Everyday, dlo jacket he gripped with the drawstring
Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby
Master tommy hil advil
Double button woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this like macy's or bloomingdale's
The century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn
Now it's my time, asian wu-wear, cap and fleece wear
One wear plaids the don will hold the best for all wear
Plus blue wear, wu-wear, what's going on
We're the best of this year, wu-wear and fleece wear

Verse three: method man

Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby
Just come see me
Satisfaction guaranteed baby
Just hold your own baby
And just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
It goes
Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses
Wu-wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece
Hard time and killer tactics

Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
It go

Just hold your own baby
Now just rock on baby
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I wanna know, how low, it go

You know i'm bout it bout it
What? huh?
You know
Huh?
It's like, you don't limit yourself to one thing
Your mama
Got to broaden your horizons
Broaden your joints
Keep your eyes on the prize
The struggle goes on
Eryday (ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Eryday
And i'ma live it through my music
(ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
You know how we do
Choose or lose from it

Verse one: method man

Pull your shoes up, don't get stuck
Or get your frame struck, when my squad blitzin
Hittin like mack trucks, head splittin paper written
In windy cities like chicago, no bullshhhh
You see me spittin at the kitten with the lost mitten
As we engage in cold war gettin frostbitten
Once again up in these stank drawers baby listen
One mind and for one cause, heavy hittin
The penalty illegal ruffnecks, we bring ruckus
In pursuit of gold lines, can a n---a touch it
If i can't see ya can't truss it
A shady character like buzz buzzard
Lay him out like a plush rug-ged
*mimicking brand nubian* now you can love it, or leave it alone
We drink death and puff bone
Draggin your body out the end zone
And any way the wind blow that's where you flow
That's why you be the first one caught, last to know
Body layin out on the flo', substitute
Heavy players from the run and shoot, we open do'
Third and long, quarterback pack the cannon on
I go deep he drop bombs, *whistle* that's when i touch-down
Six points, what now?
Once again who comin through in the clutch now, perfect strangerous
Ever since i came with this, and wrecked a body
You convinced like lombardi, that johnny dangerous
Offensive shotgun
Calm in the pocket i got one, in the milli gun
Deep threats to chose from, that's how it goes son
You win some you lose some, it's in the game

You win some you lose some (uhh!) that's how it goes son (yeah)
You win some you lose some (uhh!) it's in the game ... (yeah)
You win some you lose some, that's how it goes son
You win some you lose some, it's in the game

Verse two: ricky watters

From the football field
(it's in the game
You win some you lose some, it's in the game)
To the mountain, yaknowhati'msayin?
(that's how it goes son, that's how it goes
You win some you lose some, it's in the game)

Freestylin, profilin, won't catch me smilin
Straight from fema island, buckwhylin, i'm stylin
A funky type of style with the lyrical incision
S--t locked down, like my n----z out in prison
Good riddance, keep it hidden, up in my knapsack
Sippin cognac, while i vibe off this funky track
Yo bring it back, or make it hit harder
Infiltrate your mind like nino at the carter, but smarter
So drop harder, if you wanna conjugate
Verbs and nouns, make it profound as i pound
In your earpiece i'm the beast
To say the least, we must increase, the peace
But keep it real, so i can feel, the skills
Funky fresh rhymes i will build so i kill
And thrill, lyrics spittin, through my lips
Doin backflips, it's another hit
Come take a sip, of the running watters
Lyrically i slaughter, mentally i author
The rhymes that you feel to the map
Crushin double barrels, sing em out like carols
Who it be? it be i, the n---a with the chinky eyes
From ny, city we committee we gets busy
With killa beez on the swarm
Lyrically we storm, mentally a lord
Verbally i bomb (boom!), guard your grill
It's the man that chill, run for the hills from grassvile
Drillin rhymes straight on tracks and double cuff
Another tv, and they loved it

(you win some you lose some, that's how it go son
You win some you lose some, that's in the game
You win some you lose some, that's how it go son
You win some you lose some, that's in the game
It's in the game
You win some you lose some, it's in the game
It's in the game, it's in the game, it's in the game, it's in the game)

Intro: method man

Rugged style, it's enough to make a hardrock smile
Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- check tical

Chorus: mary j. blige [sample: notorious b.i.g.]

You're all, i need
[lie together, cry together, i swear to god i hope we fuckin die together]
To get by, ahhhhh
You're all, i need
[lie together, cry together, i swear to god i hope we fuckin die together]
To get by, ahhhhh

Verse one:

Shorty i'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
Queen with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever, my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when i was nothin
You made a brother feel like he was somethin
That's why i'm with you to this day boo no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and say "baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me baby
Never ever give my cootie away and keep it tight aight
And i'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me and i'ma make sure we
Be livin in the effin lap of luxury
I'm realizing that you didn't have to funk wit me
But you did, now i'm going all out kid
And i got mad love to give, you my nigga

Chorus 2x

Interlude: mary j. blige

Like sweet morning dew
I took one look at you
And it was plain to see
You were my destiny
With you i'll spend my time
I'll dedicate my life
I'll sacrifice for you
Dedicate my life for you

Verse two:

I got a love jonz for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone i'm already on the bone
Plus i love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop around you got the good stuff at home
Even if i'm locked up north you in the world
Wrapped in three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be true me for you that's how it is
I be your noah, you be my wiz
I'm your mister, you my mrs. with hugs and kisses
Valentine cards and birthday wishes? please
Be on another level of planning, of understanding
The bond between man and woman, and child
The highest elevation, cuz we above
All that romance crap, just show your love

Chorus (starts during the end of verse two, repeats until end)

Outro: method man

I'm sick of police
Ha ha ha, cheeba cheeba y'all
And you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the -- tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, tical!
Cheeba cheeba y'all, and you don't stop
Yeah yeah, cootie in the chair, tical
Mary j. raw, and meth-tical
{like sweet morning dew} yeah yeah
{i took one look at you} cootie in the chair, tical
{and it was plain to see} cheeba cheeba y'all
{you were my destiny, baby} cheeba cheeba y'all
Cheeba cheeba y'all, bring it on, yeah
What's that shit that they be smoking?

No romance without finance for now
Baby, please, ninety-five
Ticallion stallion, ha ha, ha ha
Man woman and child, yeah

{anything you need, anything you need}

***chorus*** (x2)
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all

[killa sin]
We move on m.c.'s mechanically
Strike nerve like ghost vs. a canopy
Hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies
Respect this
Specialist
Black
Testing this will get ya necklace jacked
And named scratched up off my guestlist party freak
You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak
Unless you spoken to
We throw a cold screw
And sober up when im approaching you
At the same time we posting two
Niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do what they supposed to do
The limelight
Snatched away from you because its my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight
You better get ya lines right
Half of thease crabs cant even rhyme right
Which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight
What you want i already got
And after i controll i keep head high, head pon-cocked
And pockets rollin'
You foldin'
You fagot ass fuck


[dom pachino]
Yo farotion never fails
Shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail
Inhale life
Exhale strive anxiety's trife
Blowin' smoke out my peice pipe
Ducking the snipe
Shot off the top of the white house and cop 4's
War never does and many causes
My offense is my defense extreme precautious
Moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious
Ya forcing it
Parishly extortionists
Aborting this
Space ship thats spacious face it
Im on contain shit
Pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix
The case is
If not ya basic
Way to make shit
Embrace it
Knowing some day you'll have to face it


***chorus***
Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital
Wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible
We never fall
We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all
(so fuck yall, so fuck yall niggas)


[bobby digital]
Yo, yo hard to grapple
I raise the sharp scaple
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 steel's henchmen
I step into presidential
Credentials, evident my potential
Be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible
Only ones can know me
Swore me before the dolby
Alexis colby broads try to control me
Pussy whip me like toby
Fuck the local
I move global
Economical
Ship sea promise fool
My info glow
And the dark wu-tang logo
Sparks the attention, look listen observe
Killa bee swerv
Slam like dr. julias erv
Still strike the vital nerve
Charter through the magna carta
Trapped like otis and carter
Wild like the shaolin style or manos harbor
King devine forced to shine
Head burst open like a bottle of pine
Use penmenship
When i write my script
Blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless
Killa hill syndrome
Peace to two tone
He must know me to understand me from what you do
To realize im you
Everything i do honey bee from the bee hive
Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke killa priest from the tribe
Of levi smoke out and not steal
Or blunt spill
The indestructable bobby steel's is here


[method man]
Yo in the heat of the night
My 4-7-7 mash on the mic
Killarmy and trappa 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 flamable
When under pressure, interchangable and still
Coming down like precipitation as i reign undesputed
How johnny do it
Dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough)
Two and off
Stank pussy make my dick soft (huh)
Bottom line be this high, explosive
Not for the average joseph
Come and get some
Hol' it, keep one
Up in the chamber
Blast wit' my middle finger
Now i toss men
Attack like the four horsemen
See me dog walkin'
Strickly getty-o slang talkin'
All up in thease guts, soften
Thease rap niggas, official
We slap niggas
Wit' mak' charges
Dope shit regardless
We usually take another niggas garments (what)


[killarmy]
Straight up and down i got this rap shit locked in '98
Niggas cant escape the laws that i enforce like top notch politicians
Who be pola-tickin'
Slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software
Placed in the rear of ya ear
As i sit the next year
All yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital
Shit is critical
Like the hallways in my projects
Similar to the streets in tibet
Fuck that i aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)