(feat. RZA, A.G., The Mars Volta)



[RZA]

Aiyo, slipperly slurp slip, nigga, churped off, two sniffs of cocaine

This motherfucker broke the glass in my whip

Try'nna dip, on this twenty dollar bill I had on my dashboard

And police is asking me son, why I whoop his ass for

Save y'all two hours of paperwork, my neighbor lurk

Watchdog, chew ass out, son, and put in major work

We collect antique ammunitions, and plus

We got them big guns, you only see in science fictions

My Uncle Cuffie's the chief, but my little, knucklehead

Cousin Mar', yeah, son, is a thief

And we gave him a job, making three hundred a week

But he slipped on my piece, now he's back in the streets



[Chorus: The Mars Volta]

How many times have you let your tongue go slip

From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips

I never heard such nerve before

But you better spill slowly through the cracks of my pores

Just to please you honey, just to please you honey

And how many times have you let your tongue go slip

From the grin in your teeth and the cracks of your lips



[A.G.]

A.G. is King like Tutankhamen or Haile Selassie

Body the party, watchin' for niggaz tryin' to Pac me

Or Biggie Smalls me, come on, please

With these gemstars, I'm Jason Vorhees

A's loose, so much pain inflicted, remain addicted

Carry microphones, with the Passion of Je-sus

It's Flamboyant for life, nigga, throw those L's up

Ain't millionaires, by this year, then catch us in 12 months

Now who's fuckin' with Andre?

A beast on the east, love on the west, ask Kanye

Still Diggin' motherfucker, it's that plain and simple

G.D. til' my heart beat,discontinue

On the ave., til every soul in the ghetto is gone

Where niggaz sell more rock than heavy metal songs

Anything you want to know, then read E2K

Fuck with A, and get broke up like B2K, cuz..



[Chorus]



[RZA]

Aiyo, aiyo, cuz I'm the piece, the magnetic, I'm not the weak and pathetic

Sometimes, inside my rhymes, you hear words that perfected

Master your Hung Gar, five animal form kung fu

Thundar the Barbarian sword, being swung

Wu-Tang, invincible blade, thrust to parry

Up the Temple steps, much water got carried

In this industrious world, meet the illustrious

Uncombustional, give props like Doctor Huxtable

Knew many men, only trust a few

Women, love the few, mention Wu-Wear linen, rugged blue

God-U's, I tuck a few, known to smash out a club or two

And represent the worldwide W



[Chorus]



[The Mars Volta]

Oh, oh, your veins, may call, in sweat, for blood

Your veins, may call, in sweat, for blood

Your veins, may call, in sweat, for blood

Feed you the flesh of men, so you can see end again

Yeah, yeah...