Da Mystery of Chessboxin' (Radio Edit)

Da Mystery Of Chessboxin' - Wu Tang Clan
Raw I'm gonna give it to you  with no trivia
Raw like coc*ine straight from Bolivia
My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
Like the Emancipation Proclamation
Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
You might as well run into the wall and bang your head
I'm pushin' force  my force your doubtin'
I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains
Well I'm a sire  I set the microphone on fire
Rap styles vary  and carry like Mariah
I come from the Shaolin slum  and the isle I'm from
Is coming through with nuff niggas and nuff guns
So if you wanna come sweating  stressing  contesting
You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
Don't talk the talk  if you can't walk the walk
Phony niggas are outlined in chalk
A man vexed  is what the projects made me
Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
Steamrolling niggas like a eighteen wheeler
With the drunk driver driving  there's no surviving
Rough like Timberland wear  yeah
Me and the Clan  and you're the Landcruisers out there
Peace to all the crooks  all the niggas with bad looks
Bald heads  braids  blow this hook
We got chrome tecs  nickel plated macs
Black axe  drug dealing styles in phat stacks
I've only been a good ni**a for a minute though
'Cause I got to get my props  and win it you
I got beef with commercial-a** niggas with gold teeth
Lampin in a Lexus eating beef
Straight up and down don't even bother
I got forty niggas up in here now  who kill niggas fathers
My peoples are you with me  where you at
In the front  in the back killer-bees on attack
My people are you with me  where you at
Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
Here I go  deep type flow
Jacque Cousteau could never get this low
I'm cherry bombing shits    BOOM
Just warming up a little bit  vroom vroom
Rappinin is what's happening
Keep the pockets stacked and then  hands clapping and
At the party when I move my body
Gotta get up  and be somebody
Grab the microphone go straight to the phone
DUH-DUH-DUH   enter the Wu-Tang zone
Sure enough when I rock that stuff
Guff puff  I'm gonna catch your bluff tough
Rough  kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly
Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-  Beetle Bailey rhymes
Coming raw style  hardcore
Niggas be coming to the hip-hop store
Coming to buy grocery from me
Trying to be a hip-hop MC
The law  in order to enter the Wu-Tang
You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
Represent the GZA  Abbott  RZA  Shaquan  Inspectah Deck
Dirty Hoe getting low with his flow
Introducing  the Ghost  face   Killer
No one could get iller
My peoples are you with me  where you at
In the front  in the back killer-bees on attack
My people are you with me  where you at
Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats
Speaking of the devil psych  no it's the God  get the sh*t right
Mega trife  and you're I killed you in a past life
On the mic while you was kicking that fast sh*t
You reneged tried again  and got blasted
Half mastered a** style mad ruff task
When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
Remember that sh*t  I know you don't remember jack
That night yo I was hitting like a spiked bat
And then you thought I was bugged out  and crazy
Strapped for nonsense  after me became lazy
Yo  nobody budge while I shot slugs
Never shot thugs  I'm running with thugs that flood mugs
So grab your eight plus one  start flipping and tripping
Niggas is jetting I'm licking off son
(Wu  Tang  Wu  Tang  Wu  Tang  Wu  Tang    )
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 coming at you
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 paralyzing the victim
You scream as it enters your bloodstream
Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
Moving on a ni**a with the speed of a centipede
And injure - ANY MOTHERF**KING CONTENDER
My peoples are you with me  where you at
In the front  in the back killer-bees on attack
My people are you with me  where you at
Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats