(feat. GZA, Raekwon, RZA) 



[Intro: GZA (Raekwon) {kung fu sample}] 

From the slums of Shaolin, to the dungeons of the 36 Chambers 

{Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert} 

(Straight up and down) we now bring you, Cilvaringz 

{Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert} 

Wu-Tang Martial Expert (this is all gutter shit) 

Now shadowbox with this real rapper (we in the building, nigga) 

{They say he's a swordsman, to me, it seems he can't use a sword} 



[Cilvaringz:] 

I wrote the album in sincerity, GZA, you feeling me? 

Cuz if they bombing for peace, I'm like fuck her for virginity 

See I'm that Killa Bee, I'm back up on it 

I'll attack and sting everything that's corporate 

Plus the fake, everything stay cornered til I'm done 

And ride back straight to my office 

In '99, I struck deals with RZA, build with RZA 

A natural on top, that can't be shot 

So poverty never became my topic 

And followed politics and the became obnoxious 

So now I'm Chuck, I'm Nas, I'm BP, I'm Slim 

I'm Technique wrapped in one CD 

Freely inspired by life itself 

Trying to speak real issues, it might just help 

From the Wu-Tang Clan, Martial Expert 

Taking care of vein with the sword, where your neck's hurt 

The knowledge verse with that I attack first 

It's da-da-da-da-da-da, could it get that worse? 



[Interlude: RZA (kung fu sample)] 

Aiyo, the 36 Chambers of Death 

How many ways can we devise to kill a man? 

The sword thrust, palm strike 

Poison tip knife, go across his head with a metal pipe 

You are being injected with a high frequency 

Piercing through your brain 

(If you should lose it, you're finished) 

It's hard to maintain, nigga! 



[Cilvaringz:] 

You see them Arabs, they hooked on 50, they go to rehab 

They come back yelling, Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Ji-Jihad! 

They wanna lay back, and bounce in clubs 

I said a life's so dark? Take these darts as lightbulbs 

Switch it, reality's ugly 

And ignorant mentalities bug me, it's rugby 

Trying to get your points across, you get fucked up 

Trying to get your joints in stores, you get fucked up 

Trying to make some noise against war, you get locked up 

Try to get your voice to be heard, you get shot up 

And those who fear God, will not fear death 

And so I went and got, RZA, GZA and Meth 

Plus I went and got, Ghost, Killa and Chef 

Have 'em speak on fire beats while I co-wrote the rest 

So I don't care if you write, I swing it to the left 

And I don't care if you dislike my writing exact 

I'm that real, slay me now, prototype 

That you dislike, recline and Dolomite 

Get my shit right... 



[Outro: kung fu sample] 

Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert 

Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert 

Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert 

Good, Wu-Tang Martial Expert 

His technique was perfect