AZ:   Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in    New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin'    changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real   (shit's still real)... Yo (Yo)      CHORUS: [AZ]   Yo major large niggas get they grind on cash, while the crab thinkin'    niggas keep they mind on ass   I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last   Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?   Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?   Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?      AZ: {Verse One}   You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen   We true fiends, old school style that's how we do things   Born & destined, hands on many investments   Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence   Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size   The C.I.'s quick to slide off, once the heat rise   Detour, poverty zone, police war   Going through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more   Fast learner, quiet storm, play the back burner   Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner   Hold weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace   Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate   Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive   Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit   To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone   We can zone, all day long, on the speaker phone   600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it   Sex got drained from it   The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds   To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need....indeed      Partial Chorus: [AZ] {starts after need}   Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?   Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?      RZA: {Verse Two}   Whips & full clips & pussy lips   Rubber grips attached to hips   Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura   Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva   Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin'   God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden   And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches    Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches   Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress   You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the glitches   Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel   Disfigure your face, you recognizin' by the dental   Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat   Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he   Left all he heard was the echo from the shot   Cops autopsy revealed, he was stopped by the Glock   Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses   New York, been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red   More black lies done shed through   Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue   Boned out until we zone out, no doubt    Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead   Their legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum   Nine months later comes the ovary explosion   Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it   When I reign the truth on your brain you muted   Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig   We addin' more knowledge to your wig      CHORUS      AZ (RZA) {sometimes overlapping each other}   (Word up, word up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I    mean?) Holdin' it down stamp of approval, you know? (Get ya brain    washed, you know what I'm sayin'? Get ya muscle tendered & straight)   No doubt, no doubt   (Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know?)    The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is    (Aight) Armageddon