Everywhere I turn, I see, your face   Yeah, ah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah   Yeah, motivate, motivate, from the gate, ya'll   Yeah, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo      And we the Gods, still tear the whole hood apart   Darts that'll splatter through faces, taste niggaz hearts   I'm intellectual, plus professional   And Walbaums to vegetables      Shit is right here, like buyin' fly gear   Dare any white man or fan nigga, ran through niggaz   Blew shotties in niggaz lobbies, the grand RZA   We left, the radio broke, I yoke my vocals, hittin' green smoke      Allah Math', show me when the needle broke   Numb the whole crowd up, stupid ass Loud fouled up   Never knew what they had, now they proud of us   Picture my vision, precision, lines jumpin' out of commission      Divine got me, nigga, the boss, he pop me   Rae, we gotta generate, Lord, I feel the Ditech, the mildew   Buy jets and vehicles, steal a little   Wrap up the whole rap government      Go 'head, ya'll floss wit it, walk wit it, I slap your boss wit it   Navy blue, New York fitted, I'm cold frost bitted, two puffs and off wit it   You smell the herb, 'fore I lit the spots it's forfeit it   Blocks is hot, feel the shot from fourth fit it      With no regard for your boulevard, just the shit bag and bullet scar   It's the Riddler, riddle me this, riddle me that   Who the pretender? And who the door man that let them enter?   The Wu-Tang, 36 Cham', what you smokin'?      Got you in the game chokin', like Van Gundy coachin'   Your street team, bunch of weaklings   Don't ever let me catch your reachin'   Respect when a grown man is speakin'      Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on creepin'   The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin'   The heat seakin', missile official, that got issues   Like Funk Doc got snot tissue, it's hot nikkels      Everywhere I turn, I see, your face, but you're never there   Shh, shit ain't over      Okay, now, same shit, different day, grindin', gettin' paid   Self at it, automatic, guns that spit and spray   Gotta have it, ass grab it, time to slip and weight   Godbody, House your Party, watch the kid 'n' play      Ya'll gon' make me go postal, up in this muthafucka house   Full of bloodsuckers and hoes that love hustlers   Roll that izza, pour me another kizza   Bigga, to my nigga, so drunk they can't get up      Shotguns through nose, hot ones through foes   Let the herb spots run till the cops come, suppose   I was just another stick in the mud, on a Saturday   Thinkin', how I'mma get the fifth in the club      See my crew thick, everyday I fights to prove it   We comes undisputed, with batteries included   Honey's bee like Meth, I be like what?   They want some free cd's, I'm like, "See these, nuts"      If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' high tonight, say all right, haha   If ya'll muthafuckas gettin' drunk tonight, say all right, haha   It be Tical, okay, haha, yeah, yeah, okay   It be Tical, okay, haha, yeah