(feat. GZA, Masta Killa) 



[Intro: Masta Killa] 

Shit is traveling, hehe, yeah 

Uh, and you don't dare stop 

Come alive party people give me what you got 

Uh, yeah, hidden gun spot 



[Masta Killa] 

It don't take long to write a song, when the beat is strong 

Check the bicep, flex the tricep 

When I hold a microphone, you can't take it 

When I start to spit the dart, you can't escape it 

Trace it, and guide for you to write ya next shit 

Supposed to be bitten, and sent three times a day 

Fully automatic word spray, hold 'em at bay 

Red dragon slay, turn M.C.'s to souffle 

M.K. outta B.K., flight outta J.F.K., on his way to the U.K. 

Heard the fans wanna see me and GZA perform 

When Math throw the "Liquid Sword" on, we gettin' on 



[GZA] 

Check it, darts fly, through the air, hit the M.C. 

I lay 'em all out, til my clip is empty 

No one can take the hate, from the Clan 

We execute, carry out the plan 

My pen glides across the paper, like skates on ice 

Makin' rappers think twice 

You don't want to enter this deadly chamber 

Even on the same track, you still a stranger 

Just the thought, raise the hair on your skin 

And once you step in, you feel the forceful winds 

Prefuse 73, lace the track, and the DJ 

Put many cuts on your back 

Even in the foreign land, we still reign supreme 

Whether solo, or the entire team 

All over the globe, we represent the hip hop 

Hoes and forces are bound to get dropped, what? 



[Outro: GZA] 

Wu World Wide, GZA, Masta Killa 

Saga continues...