Yo  yo...
 Chorus: U God
 You can't hack the tactics
 Of a semi automatic full rap fanatic
 You can't hack the tactics
 Of a semi automatic full rap fanatic

 Verse One: U God

 I make mean lean when I pump my spunk
 and hands of chump  of machine gun funk
 I bliss  like the fist  of the mantis
 Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas
 With rigormor', I hit you in the core and
 pop your legs well in the figure four
 You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin
 extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman
 Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune
 Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins
 Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea
 A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea
 Deep depths makes rappers salted
 Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in
 Lay down them lines with them hard hits
 And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments
 Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds
 Underground railroad RZA track lay it down
 I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement
 Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went
 It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled
 Five-star general, scars you want to angle
 Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer
 Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin
 Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings

 Chorus 2X

 Verse Two: Inspector Deck

 Yo
 I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes
 MC's are shot down long range with sniper aim
 No question marks, the session starts with sparks
 My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts
 Universal soldier, MO's the holder
 globe in both hands, born to be sole controller
 Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash
 Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph
 Best-seller compose a rough draft
 Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass
 Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse
 You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps
 Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless
 Hard targets, underground like black markets
 Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura
 Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border
 Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all
 Liquid Sword swingin slay all, I'm AWOL

 Chorus 1.5X

 Verse Three: Street Thug

 Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song
 You won't survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums
 P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless
 Felony offenders catchin murder one charges
 Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases
 The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators
 I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y.
 It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin
 I be all you need to rock these mic devices
 Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle
 I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger
 High pursuit for the CREAM like the bodyguard from Bejing
 Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene
 On your facilities, the penalty, DOA
 Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay
 Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped
 As we, travel the glove to put Shaolin on the map
 I show loyalty, to my fans fully
 Operational raps, that bust through your skully
 I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun
 From the land of the Slums spittin blades from my tongue
 Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper
 Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker
 Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival
 My flow lights up the block like a homicidal
 Murder, underground beef for the burger
 P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of