Da Mystery of Chessboxin' feat. Method Man,U-God,Inspectah Deck,Raekwon,Ol' Dirty Bastard,Ghostface Killah,Masta Killa

歌詞

*The game of chess, is like a swordfight You must think first, before you move. Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible.* [Verse One: U-God] Raw imma give it to ya, with no trivia We're like cocaine straight from Bolivia My hip hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushin' force, my force you're doubtin' I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains [Verse Two: Inspectah Deck] Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire Rap styles vary and carry like Mariah I come from the shaolin slum and the isle I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contesting you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk phony niggaz are outlined in chalk a man vexed, is what the projects made me rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me steamrollin niggas like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef] Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks bald heads, braids, blow this hook we got chrome teks, nickel plated macs black Ac's, drug dealin'styles in phat stacks I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz I gots to get my props and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-ass niggas with gold teeth lampin in a Lexus eatin beef straight up and down don't even bother I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples are you with, me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with, me where you at? Smokin meth hittin cats on the block with the gats [Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Here I go, deep type flow Jacques Cousteau could never get this low..I'm Cherry bombin' shits...BOOM just warmin up a little bit, um hmmm rappinin is what's happenin keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin n' and at the party when I move my body gotta get up, and be somebody grab the microphone put strength to the bone DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone sure enough when I rock that stuff huff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore niggas be comin to the hip-hop store comin to buy grocery from me tryin to be a hip-hop MC the law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang you must bring the Ol Dirty Bastard type slang represent the Gza, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan, Inspecta Deck dirty hoe gettin low wit his flow introducin' the Ghostface Killaaaaa no one could get illa [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples are you with, me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with, me where you at? Smokin meth hittin cats on the block with the gats [Verse Five: Ghostface Killah] Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life on the mic while you was kickin that fast shit you renegged tried again, and got blasted half mastered ass style mad ruff task when I struck I had on Tims and a black mask Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs so grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin niggas is jettin I'm lickin off son (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!) [Verse Six: Masta Killa] Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies? In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture comin' at cha' we have an APB on an MC Killer looks like the work of a Master evidence indicates that's it's stature merciless like a terrorist hard to capture the flow changes like a chameleon plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger this technique attacks the immune system the styles like alive paralyzin the victim you scream, as it enters your bloodstream erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain movin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede or ninja any motha fuckin' contender. [Chorus: Method Man] My peoples are you with, me where you at? In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with, me where you at? Smokin meth hittin cats on the block with the gats *immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible.* *Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon When it's properly used, it's almost invincible.* *When it's properly used...*