[Intro: Inspectah Deck]
 Is you ready?
 Back by popular demand...
 Murderous specialist tactics
 Wu Tang Clan  no rehearsal or practice
 Niggaz ain't ready for this...
 Niggaz ain't ready for this...
 Niggaz ain't ready for this...

 [Inspectah Deck]
 Chrome dips beamin off July sun rays
 Trees are fade  blendin with the side burn shades
 Cotton club status  clientel  SL  heavy jewel
 Niggaz jail, young niggaz screw well
 Swingin like Smokey on the slow beat
 Shiny walker hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key
 If you don't know by now, you'll never know me
 You know me, I swing it to the young-ins and the OG's
 Witnessed by notary public, certified rough shit
 Does it feel good, how was it? Gritty like the subway tracks
 My protocal permanate like graffiti on the project walls
 On the AWOL, alias Jamal Duval
 Roam through the universe, plans of roamin it all
 In the meantime, in between time, we shine
 Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb

 [Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
 If you want some, get some
 This is it, son, this one
 Make 'em feel the friction
 Guarenteed hit, son, miss none
 Flip one, you better bring your big gun

 [Masta Killa]
 Some niggaz I'd rather not spar minds with
 They can't simutale my thoughts or fuck with
 Creative testosterone, mic-phone calms the menopausable hormone quakage
 trapped like estrogen, we makin, all of the above
 supremely I hold my shit, when I run, I hesitate to stomp the come
 bring water from the brain, nigga, they tried to send me back, but still I
 came
 Teraform mindframe contains elements of iron which began steel
 Healin men life, Allah just brought me forth to bust mine
 This time I spare no one, poison sword seed technique
 Breathe the Earth, take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe
 Blessed with volts of electric, life threatnin segments, it's hectic

 [Chorus]

 [Inspectah Deck]
 Poetry in motion, east to west coastin
 Overseas blowin with lines tightly woven
 Still goin full speed, pullin g's
 Tryin to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed
 I excel, cast spells similar to Merlin
 Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J. Erving
 Splurg inner city like uncensored version
 Mergin with the fast lane, stained with the urban
 Word in the street, his work was dirt teeth
 Synthetically weak, make the fans start beef
 Any comeback attempts would only be in repeats
 They soon fall off, be mentally lost beyond reach
 My technique's heat leaves a permanent crease
 Plant my 2 feet, shootin with the quick release
 Never cease fire from a Street called Desire
 The sire, disturbin the peace with c-ciphers

 [Masta Killa]
 Who dare comes amongst and tries to peep it
 The secret of the deadly art, then leak it
 Snakes, leeches surround the righteous
 I link the diversion shot, then slip with the swiftness
 The weaver raindrop, leavin the eye confused
 Understandin blurred, cloudy electrical storms occur
 from the Masta, classical head bang slang
 The deaf tone rises like the blind and dumb
 Lickin shots at the microphone, Iron Lung
 We the first to set off shit, last to run
 Who want some, come and get some
 Motherfucker!

 [Chorus