Yo, yo...      Chorus: u-god      You can't hack the tactics   Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic   You can't hack the tactics   Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic      Verse one: u-god      I make mean lean when I pump my spunk   And hands of chump, of machine gun funk   I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis   Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas   With rigormor', I hit you in the core and   Pop your legs well in the figure four   You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin   Extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman   Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune   Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins   Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea   A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea   Deep depths makes rappers salted   Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in   Lay down them lines with them hard hits   And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments   Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds   Underground railroad rza track lay it down   I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement   Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went   It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled   Five-star general, scars you want to angle   Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer   Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin   Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings      Chorus 2x      Verse two: inspector deck      Yo   I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes   Mc's are shot down long range with sniper aim   No question marks, the session starts with sparks   My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts   Universal soldier, mo's the holder   Globe in both hands, born to be sole controller   Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash   Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph   Best-seller compose a rough draft   Razor sharp vocabulary cut glass   Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse   You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps   Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless   Hard targets, underground like black markets   Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura   Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border   Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all   Liquid sword swingin slay all, I'm awol      Chorus 1.5x      Verse three: street thug      Wu-tang be, killin you softly with this song   You won't survive the outcome I bring def jams to your eardrums   P.l.o. hits the hardest, regardless   Felony offenders catchin murder one charges   Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases   The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators   I strike back like the jedi, from n.y.   It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin   I be all you need to rock these mic devices   Projectile shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle   I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger   High pursuit for the cream like the bodyguard from bejing   Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene   On your facilities, the penalty, doa   Bomb shell your burrow like bombay   Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped   As we, travel the glove to put shaolin on the map   I show loyalty, to my fans fully   Operational raps, that bust through your skully   I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun   From the land of the slums spittin blades from my tongue   Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper   Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker   Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival   My flow lights up the block like a homicidal   Murder, underground beef for the burger   P.l.o., criminal thoughts you never heard of