Intro: Inspectah Deck      Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin   The special technique of shadowboxing      Poisonous, poisonous (word word word)   I should slap all y'all niggaz for coming in my fuckin face with that shit   Alright cool yeah, go ahead man...   Poisonous      Verse One: Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS      Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph   in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath   First class leavin mics with a cast   Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast   Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta   Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker   I scored from the inner slums abroad   And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord   First they criticize, but now they have become   mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise   Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS   Ya highness, blessed to electrify   with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal'll   crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real   Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues   Part time minor leagues receive third degrees   Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back   then guard you, and bust through like a fullback      Verse Two: Ghostface Killer a.k.a. Tony Starks      Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard   Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards   Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits   Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets   The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends   Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins   What a dosage, you overdosed in rap   High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis   I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers   Record-breaking the album Thriller   Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers   Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor   Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare   When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs   Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers   My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs   Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor   Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers   Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors   Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers   Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic   Blew my family overseas in mansions   If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats   Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin   Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan   for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin      (Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?   I've learned so many styles, forgive me)      Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds      Sit back relax, fake niggaz don't get turns   Watch me massage ya brain with slang that's king   Projects filled with young men cause threats   Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and techs   Focus, the brokest niggaz of life shit   These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit   Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes   Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes   No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of   Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it's like that   Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt   Tie up, ya black Nike's and tight hats   Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners   Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread   But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges   Unify layin in the guard with La   My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina    Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers   Tical like the Isle, so God, let's get steamed   Infrared guard yo' Beem, so seek nuff respect   Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah   Pro black like tar   Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and   the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine   Concrete raps go to black   with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map   Knew it's all good and all done what, we want some   Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun      Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion      The nigga don't get mad, I got mad styles of my own   And it's shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone   Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties   Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like potties   I bomb facts, my sword is an axe   to split backs invisible, like dope fiend tracks   Sky's the limit, niggaz are timid, and nobody knows   How we move like wolfs in sheep clothes   Producin data, microchips or software   Undaground and off air, the Land of the Lost   Notorious henchman from the North   Strikin niggaz where the Mason-Dixon line crossed