{Know what I'm sayin'? Tired of takin' motherfuckin' bullets for niggas and shit Know what I'm sayin'? Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that Bitches you know, mindscapin', tryin' to set a nigga up Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, MC conditioner, yeah, Know what I'm sayin'? Tired of takin' motherfucking bullets for niggas and shit Know what I'm sayin'? Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit like that Bitches you know, mindscapin, tryin to set a nigga up Know what I'm sayin'? MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur Yeah, yeah Wu-Tang clan Big Snoop d O double G Somethin' for the 2000 Your Mama name Peter, Papa name Cita Fuck that nigga, when it come to the heater Be the elevator, pussy eater Too desperator, got shot, a hibernator Hit a nigga later, he got to vacate 'em Old dirty corporata, splash, I'm up on the punanny flash Bad gas, Macintosh, the light is red Pee in the bed, I'm frustrated For 29 years, no educated High caded, 'cuz you kept it checkmated What a waste, I'm up in yo' face like what All you niggas I'm puttin' you in your place MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur Mr. No-meaner, pussy ho-beater I keep fo' heaters when I'm dippin' with my vita Suckers they wanna beat us, join us but we don't need 'em Pump 'em and defeat 'em, dump 'em, and delete 'em This negro right here pimps hoes I smoke so much dope I have ya bloody at the nose Since my buddy at these hoes wit a bud like a rose It just so happens I'm the nigga that she chose I flows above the rest, mos' def' Got you shakin' yo' ass, and you throwin' up yo' set Whatever you do, you keepin' it true Big Dogg and ODB, I thought you knew Ooh, the Wu, is back up in this motherfucker Ooh, and Snoop, is burnin' rubber on these truckers It's a dog day afternoon The clan go bang and the bang go boom How you love it, how you like it and how you get it? Do that damn thing and quit bullshittin' wit it MC conditioner, you could never say this boy is a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur MC conditioner, you could never say this boy's a amateur Yeah, yeah Yeah, pump that shit, testin' Check, 1, 2, yes, yes, yes Yes, yes y'all, to my niggas y'all To my click y'all, you can't quit y'all Wu-Tang bangin' that dope shit y'all That make you wanna roll up and smoke shit y'all To the beat y'all, you can't sleep y'all On my flow y'all niggas don't know y'all You see my style calm but wild You witness the rhyme, nothin' but dimes The eightball murder, freestyle or rehearsed I wreck MC's whether I'm last or first What, what, what, what, hazardous dart Visual long forgotten art That fell apart, 'til the blood ran from the heart Pump through the street, razor make re-break beats Packed seats, rapid fire raps at off track meets And an arm tank, high rank, heavy metal shank Blow 'em off the plank when they ships approach the bank Wu niggas rollin', throwin' the first rap slogan Heroes of Hogan, shot up the military clothin' Quickly blow up, rolled up in rappers like pennies My brother stack tracks on the behalf of many With the wisdom, power of, science from experts Self applyin', that put giants in the network The compact disc and televised live cults Will multiply our strength, on a worldwide note Yes, what, what Yes, yes y'all, you don't stop You keep on, 'til the break of dawn Ah yes, yes y'all, you don't stop Ah Wu-Tang known to make your body rock

This recordin is Dirty and it's Stinkin Funkier than Peppi Le Pew so I was thinkin, about Droppin this single on the charts, lettin ya know Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being Dope, but in my last jam, niggaz slept on my notes You thought that I was weak? Huh? Let me speak My rhymes come funkier than ya grandfathers feet So listen mister, don't you ever forget The rhyme is dirty, you couldn't even clean it With Comet, for even Wolrex, some tried Ajax Only mix with the best, forty-eight tracks Yo, I get down with the Ason sounds Lyrics that be flowin from miles around So let the music shut ya ass up, then feel the uppercut Now I make ya fall to ya butt Ho-ho-hold up, Master Fool Takin' it on down, jugga-jugga-ju Fall on ya butt, ya ass gon' hurt They call us WINGWORM 'cause we mastered this dirt I act like a drunk but I'm out for the dough I mastered the funk, Dirt mastered the ho's Only Master play the Fool, I worked hard and paid my dues Tony Snatcher played the fool And man meater eater played the bone I come in the club with no ID They gon' have to close the club up messin wit me Up. Dirty and Stinkin stuff It's that Dirty dick NUH with the Stinkin nuts Last Call now drink it up Me and Dirt want a pound for some Stinkin stuff Last Call for alcohol, everybody out the bar Get ya back up off the wall People. ohh. ohh. people. ohh. ohh Yo, let me continue, verse number two Style is wild, dirty and stinkin like doo-doo If ya hangin around, ya changed ya mind It is a bad influence, but yo it's my rhyme I sit down and I say to myself, "Self Yo, are you rated top the shelf?" I drop the single for you to get a dose of As I lay back like a pillow on a sofa Gettin paid? Yeah right, Willy Why askin me, G? What? What? What? What? You know me My mouth is sugar, sweet as a honey bee Taste like a forty, Stinkin like Old-E Fool in this bitch, where the fuck is the drinks? No open bar!?! Where the fuck is the drinks? That bitch over there with her man tuckin his link All strip club bitches straight clutchin his mink Niggaz official, big guns, wavin the pistol My dogs lookin for the brew now we bitin the gristle (Stop fuckin with them guns son you playin too much) Catch a charge drinkin bro', I ain't playin too rough Fucks! Lay in the cuts and hug the butts Grab a big five whether you a scrub or not Robbery, robbery, pop, pop, poppin like a glock Robbery, robbery, drop, drop, drop it like it's hot Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo Heard Master singin that shit? Stinkin blue Palmaid. Doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo.

{The story you're about to see, occurred along the main Trading route, on the border between the North and South At a small outpost called Red Clay Village} {What the fuck y'all niggaz thought, huh? What you thinkin' bitch? Are you stupid son, must be stupid kid, What the fuck is wrong? It's the Wu bitch, ain't got a clue bitch, tie ya shoe bitch Get the fuck back, 'fore we break a fuck, listen Tryin' to tell y'all niggaz, give you a fair warnin', just a chance to live So you can see ya kids, yo son nah, before I split ya wig I'd rather feed you this, but you ain't wanna eat it So now you got to, feel it} Yo what the, yo Let me fuck it one more time then y'all can fuck Y'know how we do it in the hood Yo, yeah, turn the mic up, yeah, yo Y'all niggaz better rock y'all hoodies Take money, snatch jewelry, in the hood You find the best woman lookin' good Diamond she need polishin' In my hood, all the gunshot legal At the same time we gotta stop killin' our people Keep it in the hood, niggaz walk with they gun Keep it in the hood, that's where we come from I rep Brooklyn, home of the gangsta I know a few murderer, drug dealer In the hood, we speak mathematics and build What's the total weight of the brain, Allah real Slang jacks and hold gats, in the hood, 80 proof Get my dick sucked on the roof of the projects Dice game in the park, blunt sessions after dark Movin' with the Wesson Welcome to the God, we build and drop a lesson Pussyhole testin', in the hood Got the word from the hoodrat Shorty on the wood Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying, me say murder Aey yo, we boys in the hood, big bad wolves in the woods It ain't all good, pass the goods Deep in the project halls waitin' to shine Walk with a nine and talk with gang signs In the hood, niggaz put twenties on Hoopties Four heads, one forty ounce and a loosie And keep dough on the flip, a hoe on the strip And roll dick throw on the flip Weed clouds thick enough to block the sun Cops come, but thugs never drop the gun, understood? Far from ya Hollywood From day one, I vowed I would keep it in the hood From project chicks with hips and slim waists From five dollar plates apartment six-eighths O.G., I spit G to the young ones I keep it in the hood that's where I come from Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying, me say murder This is the place where thugs is born, in the hood Blink to long ya life is gone, in the hood Convicts still live with they mom And they whole family tree is tattooed on they arm, in the hood Crack fiend'd furnish a 'Lac, in the hood Africans be drivin' cabs, in the hood In the streets the ghetto is hot And the illest gangsters, on the block with cops, in the hood The ones you love'll fill you with slugs, in the hood Babies born addicted to drugs, in the hood We make life or death decisions And the school system is like a minimal prison So you can't knock the hustle or the life that I'm livin' In the hood, it ain't all good, repent or you sinnin' Murder, bad boy ya block off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, nine millimeter me say Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying, me say murder Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, rude boy ya pop off an' Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, no time fi talk, one fi Murder, men an' them ah talk 'bout di Murder, Masta Killa come calm wit' nying Nying, nying, nying

(Special technique) fuck that (Spe-special technique of shadowboxing) God damn (The GZA, God damn) (The GZA, God damn) pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Method, god damn) I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Maximilli-on, Maximilli-on) (Uh, yeah, ahh, uh) Johnny Blaze I pledge allegiance to the hip-hop (Johnny Blaze) Maximilli-on Maximilli-on Maximilli-on I breaks it down to the bone gristle Ill speakin' Scud missile heat seekin' Johnny Blazing Nightmares like Wes Craven, niggas gunnin' My third eye seen it comin' before it happen You know about them fuckin' Staten Kids they smashin' Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion Now everybody talkin' 'bout they blastin' (hmm) Is you bustin' steel or is you flashin'? (Hmm) Talkin' out your asshole You shoulda learnt 'bout the flow and peasy afro Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot-nosed From my naps to the bunion on my big toe I keeps it movin' Know just what the fuck I'm doin', rap insomniac Fiend to catch a nigga snoozing, slip the cardiac Arrest me, exorcist Hip Hop posses me Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my Steez Burnin' to the third degree, sneaky ass Allley cat top pedigree, the head toucher Industry party bum rusher You don't like a dick up in ya, fuck ya (Allow me to demonstrate) that's right, you corny-ass (The skill of Shaolin) rap motherfuckers (The special technique) better go back and check (Of shadowboxing) your fuckin' stacks (Shadowboxing) 'cause your naps ain't nappy enough And your reefs ain't rugged enough Bitch I slayed MC's back in the rec room era My style broke motherfucking backs like Ken Patera Most rap niggas came loud but unheard Once I pulled out, round 'em off to the nearest third Check these non-visual niggas, with tapes and a portrait Flood the seminar, trying to orbit this corporate Industry, but what them niggas can't see Must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial We reign all year round from June to June While niggas bite immediately if not soon Set the lynchin' and form the execution date As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate Amplify sample through vacuum tubes compressions 'Cause RZA, to charge niggas 20G's a session When my mind start to clickin', and the strategy Is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit I don't give a cotten pickin' fuck About a brother tryin' to size a nigga up, I hold my own Hard-hat protect your dome Look at mama baby boy actin' like he grown No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone Killa Bee, that be holdin' down his honeycomb, loungin' son Wu brother number one, protect ya neck Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards Hard times and killer tactics, spittin' words plus Semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic Novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch Shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee To the next episode, I keeps it grungy Hand on my nutsac, and spittin' lung-ghies At a wack nigga that, don't understand the fact When it come to RZA tracks, I don't know how to act Real rap from the Stat, Killa Hill projects How to be exact, break it down All and Together Now Things are gettin' good lookin' better now (Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin) (Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing) (Shadowboxing) Oh mayne, oh mayne Oh mayne, oh mayne (Allow me to demonstrate)