Is the niggaz ready for this son?
 Niggaz ain't ready for this ock
 One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man)
 Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it)
 Lyrical threat
 Representing Wu Tang
 Slang  ninety five
 Hittin it live
 You know what time it is

 Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw
 Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war
 Then slide by my, lyrical driveby
 Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got
 when they rush, built like construction tools
 Crushing fools, in twos
 Forced dude to blast you out your fuckin shoes
 A South swap with the bombs I drop
 Plan A to terrorize you can't stop the plot
 Execution of an amateur, who dared to challenge the
 Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur
 Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal
 Reality, a coldness the heart can feel
 Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five
 But I survived in these hard times I nearly died
 Now I'm wanted by death I did escape
 Now it's thrown on a tape with those who can relate
 Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase
 Hits takin place, yo God, watch the Jakes
 Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants
 For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence
 The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from
 Coming through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
 So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal
 Potential witnesses are incapable
 of testifying, I won't be frying in the chair
 Plus the case closed, I won't be ever shackled, and safe clothes
 I make foes, exasperates then, I make friends
 Cause today's friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end
 And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck
 Shaolin, INS, Killa Hill Projects

 No one on this earth, can hold me
 No one on this earth, can fool me
 No one on this earth, can grip the mic
 Like, I, do, nigga

 You ever, feel, that you can
 Test me, you got to face the Clan and
 Never, return to the mic again
 There's no one in the world

 Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum
 Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger
 Tongue in your throat is swiss cheese
 The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder
 Wu-Tang killa bee aimed at your brain
 with my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya
 Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration
 For waiting, to let loose on the nation
 Far from commercial no need for no rehearsal
 Hit you from all angles then form a circle
 Go against the grain within close range
 when I Slam, like Onyx, come get some, that's a promise
 I'll represent, here's the evidence
 Science of mad murder plates I make sense
 My technique of speech is deep, like Leviathan
 Hittin up your block with rhymes, like a firing
 Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to
 the same place I got the gat from, let me at them