Okay, the GZA   Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin'?   We gonna bang y'all in the head one time   Blaze up on y'all one time real fast   (Do the mix and all that shit)   Knamsayin', word up   (Make it, make it a record real quick, do yo' thang)   Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?   (Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down, yo)      I take y'all niggas straight, beneath the surface   To the core, if it ain't raw it's worthless   Pentab professional, hold the ink   While river rats fall off the raft and sink   Tony let a brother touch, twenty bar rush   The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust      Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes   Quick to quake a label-mate   The sound came outta rusted crate   Surrounded by cobwebs   Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds   On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow   Wu-Tang niggaz, they shine and make the mic glow      We killin' all gorillin' with all that screwfacin'   Pacin' back and forth looking savage, stop it      Whether plugged in or plugged out   Iron drill mugged or thugged out   Blood in or blood out, son was bugged out   Might look at you and slice you   Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop   Who the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in   Allowed you to put down ya guns and raise ya pen   Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig      We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your wig   Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces   Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I read books   I'm liable to mate'cha king with three rooks   You see the Wu W raised in black fists   Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will scratch this   The ice cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's      Was only appraised at forty-two   Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude   Of people, who would trade gold for food   I heard boar's head killed more than nuclear's warhead   Or street serfs who walk around dressed in all red   Bobby Digi said if you ever in Compton or Long Beach   Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis wit' a nice piece      Penetrate on mix tape with the legislation   Illustrate constant elevation   Spark friction, Shaw shank Golden Arm Redemption   Endorsed my the Masta inscription signature      Off top my unorthodox style of attack   Is like Hannibal rollin' on elephant's backs   Pack a long barrel, bustin' off strong ammo   My light so vast, I cast twenty foot shadows   First family, fifth cappo, micro to macro   Load it in ya head, play it back slow      Act like you know, this is no drill   Murderous rap revealed goin' for kill   On these New York city sidewalks we walk   Camoflauge, dodgin' the eyes of the hawk   Kani Sport, totin' the fifth, slidin' off   My live source movin' across with brute force   Bloodsport, anymore heads face the blade   Fakers must fade, the stakes are now raised      Words of murder, suspense, and intrigue   Make major league niggaz show signs of fatigue   My Killer Bees span wider than seven seas   Squeeze on MC's, with bullet train speed   Tony's Touch create more gold than Midas   Ya highness, all in ya head, like ya hair stylus      Frosty mug, big ring leaders top secret thug   Lampin' in cheaters Orenthal with the murder glove   Boat of the town, devilish grin look peculiar   Swung on this faggot, knocked the windows outta Silvia's   Timb's got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained, that's my word   To ever single seat, I smack flames   Staten Island's bayside of teachers of Elijah      Thrown out the temple, non-calodic wit the father   Nickname's Pudding, Clarence 13X before the Will Smith's   And the limelights of Cuba Gooding   Lost in the cosmos, explodin' through a quasar   Be duckin' pulsars, organic stay still be the Gods   Tony Touch, Tony Touch, word up   Big Face Ghost in effect