I was born, with the mic in my hand   Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land   I pulled up on the block, go out the truck, tt was the first of pit stops   The era of the spinnin' tops, the birth of hip hop   That was somethin', I had identified with   So I, made it my point to exploit this fly gift then   Myself and RZA, made trips to the B.X   A mass of ferocious M.C.'s and talent T-Rex   Giants in every ways, rap flows for every day   We knew we would get a reward for the price we'll pay   The basic training was beyond entertainment   Just the caters of the verbal expressions, self explainin'   Were my boots out in constant walks across the borough   Tore the troops out the frame when they challenge the most thorough   From well concealed firing positions we let off the most   Dangerous with that, slang that just shatter the coast   They say I rhyme like the bank that stop   Cause M.C.'s be more shook then the dice that drop   Especially if I'm rollin', then the point is definitely proven   Cause with the GZA holdin', that keep a nigga movin'   I walk Broadway, from Quincy to Myrtle   Back to Quincy, cut careers whatever the expense be   They heard the Legend, run to the reverend   With headaches and blackouts, worse then severe seven      And when my job is done   And it's time to get those that's comin' up some runs   So you can see where they from, from, from   They say the product is good   We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood   'Til it's understood      We still search through the crates of songs that just breaks   At times we play legendary battles on tapes   Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords   In a G that was stored, be rain that just poured   On cats and dogs, water that, flooded the stance   The violence and nature had trigged the violence of man   That was bloodshed, from which said, audible threats   Publicize regrets, wanted alive or dead   A hand full recovered from the dramatic plunge   While the rest kept babblin' and speakin' in tongues   Since the competition already slaked them in a scrimmage   He continued tarnish that, already faded image   Any sport, when they come short, majors don't need 'em   Then they broke, lose they homes, lively hood and freedom   The rhyme could be a blunt object that make you choke   Like too many tokes, that'll recharge in growth   This Witty Unpredictable Talent or Natural Game   With non added of slang, it's all actual fact   The high roller knock the chip off the shoulder   Strike like the perfect bowler, with catastrophic damage   My other's hard to vanish, punishment, swift to sudden   Unparalleled advantage, brought to a level where you froze and can't speak   Trapped in the frigid temperatures of that peak      And when my job is done   And it's time to get those that's comin' up some runs   So you can see where they from, from, from   They say the product is good   We gonna sling it from the slums of the hills of the hood   'Til it's understood