I despise your killing and raping   You're despicable are you, my judge?   It's just you should be punished   I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?      Yo, yeah, yo, yo, yo, yeah   Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish   Party robust, rec room style for you brothers   Time's ticking, eruptments conduct      Entering one funk before the drum dry up   Dial, style, jab vocab slow   Alphabet run, construction voice might blow   Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model      For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle   Cut down, come with something that's round and profound   Blood brothers people of colors we get down   Watch this fly, force feed things being said      Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his   Mic half a dangle, seriously man   My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan   Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner      Night champion, old villain style seem a   kiss of spider, to God saga why bother   Godfather talk drama, fly swatters      Number two, Chao San Poi      This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown   Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome   Pro tools editing tracks that's rough   'Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough      So we attack this and grab all within' reach   Throw a scrap back to niggaz perfect your own speech   Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands   Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands      Niggaz look on and get hooked on this mic line   Real thin and shift through the pipeline   LP's delivered with style and potential      Niggaz flowin' smoothly in a sequential   Order, revealin' hidden tape recorders   Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura      Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up   Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up   Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this   Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger      Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open   With the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on   Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur   Slang sou fleer home decorator, player      Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance   Somethin' flashy, God dead-armed is nasty   Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo   He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me      Yo MC's wonder what's hip hop thunder   Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove   Gettin' down for the funk of it like Fred Sanford in the biz      Yo one held his paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia   Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya   'Bout the group recruit we scoop up cream like Breyer's   Then spread across the globe like telephone wires      Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported   Chambers been recorded, you're fuckin' with the loops   Time for royalty audit   Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian      Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian   Then grew to a physical body with five meridians   As the pendulum swings closer to the millennium   Two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen      I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle   And politic with Leo and Russell   When niggaz is still rushin' we'll brush you      He's a womanizer   But he's an expert at throwing knives      Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain   Ignite, blowin' the mic to Arabian heights   As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't fuck with the   Deadly ground I hold down      Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling   Panic and confusion echoes through the building   Continuing to build, I strive for perfection   Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold      Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams   Look for means of survival and who's liable   For this harrowing experience      You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap   And proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy   To fuck up your anatomy with assault and battery      Number two, Chao San Poi   Number two, Chao San Poi      He's a womanizer   But he's an expert at throwing knives      Number one, Yen Chang Wa   He's an adulterer, don't trust him   Number two, Chao San Poi   Number two, Chao San Poi      He's a womanizer   But he's an expert at throwing knives      I despise your killing and raping   You're despicable are you, my judge?   It's just you should be punished   I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?      I despise your killing and raping   You're despicable are you, my judge?   It's just you should be punished   I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?