[Intro: sample]

Code to umm - the code to umm

To draw your swords, to draw your gun



[Chorus: GZA]

Those that's bout it, M.C.'s I run with

Those that doubt it, on the mic, get done quick

Even if you left in intensive care

I'll have the plug pulled, before your crew gets there



[GZA]

I'm the one you hate to see, your worst nightmare

While you dream of riding the block, and raiding the fair

Enemies get cooked like eggs, while they scramble

He lived, but he still lost his legs, as he gamble

Couldn't sell what he shipped, the shell came from the clip

His lightweight belt, had got blown off his hip

No one on the strip, had the full explanation

Only that the victim had high expectations

Most never peddle above the street level

They cut they last deal with the devil, just to settle

For the crumbs that fell off the plate, of the late great

Who died in the federal state prison, behind gates



[Chorus x2]



[Hook: GZA]

M.C.'s don't want none of this, so just stop

Got gimmicks with a bunch of facades, and just props

Don't take the song seriously, they just drops

For the radio, but you ain't crazy, yo



[GZA]

I'm on the regular, slang competitor

I shock journalists, slap magazine editors

Watch the D.P. as he moves towards me

Stuffed on his wordplay, and can't record me

Three dimensional, visual, write portraits

Enough in the photo lab, not to get caught with

Treason for any reason, will only bring about torture

Should of been the nine, on those offers

Ribs broke my plate in the fifth

The fact that the beat came from Muggs, was a hell of a gift

So I, took the present, sent some to the essence

Like the young M.C.'s, who'd only escaped adolescence

The sword remains in shape with endurance

The blades can be quick, when replaced with insurance

But never seem to stop, regardless of the tragedy

Hyperactive rhymes, slingers with charged batteries



[Chorus x2]



[Hook x2]