As we return, to the 36 Chambers   The RZA, the GZA, the Ol Dirty BZA   U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah   And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure   Don't forget about the Masta, yo      Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin'   Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt   Your stamina level is low, like currents from   The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies      At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect the infantry   Peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically   Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded   By this total square mileage of violence that I brung      I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics   The rigorous training methods of the Abbott   Incite overseas to opposition, penetrates then infiltrates   Breakin' down your resistance, leavin' competition defenseless      Masta, Hip-hop antagonizer   Dumb deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer      Psssh, yo, pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk   Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke   Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke   Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke      Face the inferno, maestro, pull it   Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet   Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger   See me on the streets, address me stone bringer      Ease away, freeze back, feedback   Play out in sweet action packed rap   Bite it, stomp on a beat   Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas   Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses      Cock back my tongue like a hammer   My head is like a nickel-plated bammer   Spit forty-five caliber grammar   At the speed of wind makes you bleed within      Crack your skull, without penetratin' your skin   Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols   Spent the weekend programmin' fat tracks at Camp Cristal      Home on the range, rebel with a pen   Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in   Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels   Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in      The bewilderin' killa bee quickly sting ya   I ain't gotta life one fuckin' finga   Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer   We duckin' the subpeona   Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina      Check the 150 millimeter, heater   As it blows holes through your fuckin' speaker   Makin' you weaker creepin' inches centimeters   Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin   That go to Masapeaqua      Things'll never be the same, after this one   Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one   Recognize the Gods came for one accord   For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son      Play them crows out position   You might hear me but you don't listen   Competition come and get some on   Red marker still bleedin', through the paper   Of his sick premeditated, murder caper      I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch   Watch Street eat 'em up, cold crush, bumrush   Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed   Y'all niggaz can't fuck with us      Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin' me   Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street   Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar   It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so ha lo ha      Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush   Plush the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change   Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind   It's like, stalkin' through your airport with a chunky nine      The undervolt Staten New York   Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take 'em to court   It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered   Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block      Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair   Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest   Keeps the iron, where the head rest for the conquest   Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays      Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced   By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape   These crime situations, I stay in man formation   And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain      P.L.O. slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo   Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro   I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos   My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno