One, two, three, woah Ahh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo I told them (yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo) I told them (yo-yo, yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo) Mmm-mm (yo-yo, yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo) I told them, whoa (ahh, yeah-yeah, yeah-yo-yo) I told them I'm a genius, I had to show them what the meaning is Hundred thousand hands, where the ceiling is? I told them I'm the highest, with the drip, I'm the flyest Hundred thousand hands, where the sky is? Told 'em I'm amazing, they told me I was crazy Nothing ever changed I told 'em I'm a giant, real African giant Self-confident, self-reliant Told 'em I'm the master, they told me I wouldn't prosper I tell them say "them be bastard" Tell them dem they joke oh Say make I stop smoking oh Abi dem wan jonze oh Me, I dey feel pain, but I move forward and I switch lanes Because Odogwu no be nickname They say, "who be this pesin?", I told them "I'm Big 7" Put am for your body in a split second Put me on your song, it's a hit record If I put you on, you a rich nigga Yes, I told them, I told them I'm a born winner I stay humble, because I'm a born sinner I told them that I was the realest For some reason, they didn't believe it, so here we are (Ooh, ah-ahh), I told them from the start (Ooh, ah-ahh), right from the very start (Ooh, ah-ahh), I told them, I told them, ah-ah I told them they were gonna see this For some reason, they didn't believe it, so here we are (Ooh, ah-ahh), I told them from the start (Ooh, ah-ahh), right from the very start (Ooh, ah-ahh), I told them, I told them, ah-ah I told them they were gonna see this For some reason, they didn't believe it, so here we are (Believe, believe) Which one of you is the abbot? I wanna join the Temple We shine like that travels and waves that are unbelievable Distance and days Radio, micro, infrared and ultraviolet Picture so beautiful, I had to film the pilot Coined a new grand of philosophy That form images in your mind, quite different from photography Anointed few, a point of view of the thinkers No pitch, that's a glitch full of hook lines, and sinkers The way the wise look at light, the manner of the thoughtful There is no benefit if it's not resourceful Four to five, the observers, they get something from it It become routine, been there and done it I'm in a place where perception is developed If you can't walk on these shoes, then your feet would swell up A medium by which thoughts are made clear Beneath the surface, but only hurtin' the inner ear

Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Heavy foot traffic jam the hallway all day Adolescence working for small pay World so little he could never leave his block His home bullet riddled so he always need his Glock He coast with his eye open, keep his metal smoking Young wasted minds fiending on dimes, coking Forgot kids quick to break rules and known to make fools Out of many, down the streets we more safe than school There's no diploma that can break you from the coma Of a bloody war in the country, the youth hungry On the corner hyenas amongst me Yapping about the stories they be hearing, always swearing Can't even spell the shit that he be wearing Caught up in the silk web of material Superficial stains ya brain tissue, that's the issue The young is lost at their own cost, dreaming Screaming how we never hold positions, that's the meaning Mothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their head in disbelief And no relief came till I aimed And blast one shot and left my name... the GZA Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh My residence is a city where army veterans smoke rocks On torn down blocks, drug spots set up their shops And cops watch innocent niggas roaming flocks Romanism in tops, papers and knots Churches and liquor stores on every corner plot To get money knots some funny niggas act like They could pop Glocks and those who can't cop Sisters giving up ass a lot, brothers giving up cash a lot Babies struggling to become someone because their parent's not Just another victim of the ghetto, where lost minds settle When the devils uncivil society and die free With double 'W' followed by J-D around the necks and wrists The God is now a dog, the Earth is called a bitch And all my people wish to get rich in this wilderness to push a Lexus Ice on everything from rings and bracelets to the necklaces Children molested within these pest infested buildings Seeds uneducated in these schools, paint on the ceilings Is peeling off, but all I see is lost black babies calling "Please somebody save me, please somebody save me" Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another victim of the... victim of the ghetto Just Another victim, that's how it goes, ooh Just another... just another... victim of the ghetto

(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)

Boys on the block told boys on the spot You gotta a shot youngin', you ain't gotta get shot Dangerous to measure a man by the size of his cock I was told to measure a King by the size of his flock Who your leader and where y'all going? My army big enough carry a boeing' Ride off to the Lox Hair braided, twisted, wind blowin' thru my knots 9th, G, Jones, Khrysis, Amp, Kash, Nottz Mama got soulfood cooking in the pots You in a grave situation you should look into a plot Dirt on my name, boy I'm way too smart Chest full of a pride don't mean nothin' without heart One life to live so I gotta make a mark West side told one thang, don't never rock wit marks I only rock wit mark, that's my lil brother That's the big homie, daddy said always keep a G on me I got the dagger back that thang still sharp I really play the game y'all commentate behind doors Don't never say my name cuz it might end yours I never been lazy but I [eye] seen a plenty Forest Whitaker, the wit of her, good Lord Ain't got keys like Khaled but I still open doors A few in my crew flew the coop The day I fly the coupe I'll probably get woop woop'd Speeding thru the laney, what we call high schoolin' Painted that like Delaney, we see it in color too Synesthetic, know everybody won't GET it I'm patient th, I know they'll come to regret When I ewwww Pull up in the coupe When the chrome coming? It's coming in June When the chrome coming? It's coming in June Ewww ewww Pull up on em Naw, hold pull back Don't show all your cards They ain't worth that Spoon feed these niggas Baby teeth these nigga Who they teethin' on? Me, my nigga Chrome been spinning on my mind Hair, face new outfit, I'm fine Trips round the world wit homies we all flyin' Everything they say ain't gospel, lames lie Boys always taught don't cry, but need to cry I was taught to respect the driver more than I do the ride Ride wit me homie, ain't nothing to hold the wheel When I was hungry you looked out, you always got me a meal Workin on my glowup, they askin if I got mills I got family, I got stress, got success and bills Good God! Put 20 inches on the axle We cop them classic ol' thangs in the Hill like Axel Lines better than all the rappers aligned if they ask you Ridin' Shotgun, sittin askew On the straight narrow I called up mama up Told her 'bout my summer reign She thought 'bout Carl Thomas I said no no no, no no I more like Giannis Must be real to get these honors That's why they put G's on us I'm Real Represent where you from? Snow Hill When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels? Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real I'm Real Represent where you from? Snow Hill When you gon pull wit up new chrome on your wheels? Chicken chasin all summer, pocket muscle real

To my real ones that know, this ain't for you To my enemies, It's still love all day Everybody's still growing and learning themselves, right? My true story, yo Ponderin', ponderin' how to approach Some of y'all sensitive, but y'all still need to know (Yeah) Wonder how a bunch of sheep can have opinions on a G.O.A.T. (How?) We all on the same continent and off the same boat (Right) Remember early on, y'all ain't treat me all the same though (Uh-huh) Used to question why the brothers even rocked with me for (Uh) 'Member y'all wondered, used to wonder 'bout Wonder Question why they'd ever wanna push a black woman Niggas on my label who ain't want me in the front end Some sisters in the industry Y'all know y'all was frontin' (I know it) Dressed too tomboy, rap too lyrical (You said it) I can say more, the pain would bring a few tears to you (Hurt) I shed a few, was booed bad in Fort Lauderdale (Uh) Now I'm boo'd up, they boohoo 'cause I didn't fail Know who you are, I was told names, never tell The weight that I carried those summers, I'm never frail Now they say I ain't elite (Who are they?) On to the next Don't take time to address opinions That ain't ninth, Dre, or Jay-Z (Right) Only rap radars I need are them and the streets (Right) Be careful, the validations y'all seek (Uh-huh) I been in them offices, they don't look like you and me (They don't) I've been in offices that they look like me I learned lessons 'bout my essence and this industry (Uh) Y'all banked on the wrong ones, wasted your energy (You did) Lost more interest, got me laughin' at my enemies Every door you close, every back you turn (Uh-huh) Can't keep me away from the life I earned (You can't keep it) My rock bottom still the high life y'all yearn (It is) What ain't given, I had to take my turn (Give me that) Came back, more ammo, like Cleo to burn Blaow, blaow, blaow, nigga, burn We ain't forgot about them shots Jack They gon' be mad when I squeeze back Money talk, bullshit walk, you dig? If you aim, you better squeeze Real ones multiply, chump niggas bleed, you feel me? We ain't forgot about them shots Jack They gon' be mad when I squeeze back You can bank on that nigga 252 comin' live from the bugaboo basement For the big faces nigga Let's keep it a whole G, and talk about it upfront (talk) The best, point blank, period, every month (talk) The goals been lowered, and we still scared to dunk (talk) Y'all don't want no smoke, half the squad roll blunts Hold up, enough braggin', let's talk about the baggin' (yeah) Talk about the money, when this business they staffin' (uh huh) We'll milk the cows but they never put a calf in (tell it) White men run us, they don't want this kinda passion A black woman story? They don't want this kinda rapping (talk) They love a fantasy, they love the gun bang action (talk) What good is a black women to them? (yeah) Raped us and slavery, they raping us again Only put us on TV if our titties jiggling (uh) Jay tried to give us Tidals and we giggling at him (damn shame) But we ain't peeped the funny shit they doing (crazy) Chitlin' Circuit, mom and mop's store been ruined (crazy) 'Cause we wouldn't share the profit, we was all movin' Now it's pennies on pennies, that don't make sense do it? (dollars) We gotta stick together more than we has been (yes we do) Beefin' with each other while they get rich laughing (come on bruh) Mm, that's a no no (it is) Bust my way through like Cleo with the ammo (baow) On my own terms, I'ma take what's mine Singin' day after day, you can sing that line We ain't forgot about them shots Jack They gon' be mad when I squeeze back And that's a fact nigga You see we came up, got our change up, but we ain't change up In a world full of fake niggas, still remain us We ain't forgot about them shots Jack They gon' be mad when I squeeze back Real rap forever Showin' love to all my strong black queens, you dig? Fuck what you heard, bow down or get shot down nigga Money, money, money, money Get your money Get the money, money Better get your money Get the money, money Money, money, money, money Gotta get your money Get the money, money Better get your money Get the money, money Money I remember, don't worry How could I ever forget? It's the first time, the last time we ever met Well, I reme-

Southern trees Bearing strange fruit (Bearing strange fruit) Blood on the leaves (Blood on the leaves) And blood at the root, check (And blood at the roots) So bleed Emit light, rap, or Emmett Till I drew a line without showing my body, that's a skill Bad to the bone and the grill You'd be dead wrong if looks killed I'm still on my spill, in the spirit of L. Hill Eye on the sparrow, nose like a pharaoh's Our bloodline trill for the young and all the lils We all gon' get mils Talk a lot of game but we get paid to like Jemele Was raised upon a hill, the valley's a sunken place I'm just tryna build like I came with some kettle weight Know I'm a god emcee, 'cause nigga, I made the devil wait 'Fore I brought hell, you ain't gotta tell me I'm hella great I don't speak on it nowadays, I just meditate Y'all can have the bars, nigga, I spit hard metal gates Henry Louis Gates when I cop me some new estate Make room for myself, I'm in a way different mental place I keep it real, all y'all look anime I'm fine like Anna Mae, black don't crack like Angela Black and brave like in the A, it don't come with apologies 'Less it's Tip and some Andre, when you greet me it's, "Namaste" Spread love the Brooklyn way or like marmalade No matter if you street street or more like the promenade We gotta come together like the corn and the dookie braids For the present and future days, I say what I gotta say I am Nina and Roberta, the one you love but ain't heard of Got my middle finger up like Pac after attempted murder Failed to kill me, it's still me, woke up singing Shirley Murdock As we lay these edges down, brown women, we so perfect Went from field nigga to still nigga, being cropped out the picture But we all know who got the juice, my sisters Imitating us in all the Hollywood pictures And still, they'll never be us, nigga (Nigga) I'm from the back woods where Nina would Sing about the life we should lead A new dawn, another deed, I try to do some good I felt more damned than Mississippi was They deny Nina in Philadelphia And still we persevere like all the 400 years of our own blood, Africa Old panthers lookin' back like who gon' come up after us? Outside the movies, I make sure before it move you It moved me, now bow down to a queen, please Survival Here's to the honey in you To the bittersweet in me I will shed this blood so romantically, so viciously quiet Here's to a moment of silence I've poured and poured my soul again, here's to epiphanies There was never a we There was you all and there was me In this war, likely to succeed Unlike me to surrender Trying and dying to breathe poetry to rise in the light of day To subconsciously exist cautiously ascending towards freedom Praying for a breather Do you see my pain? Do I seem like prey? Empathy be the reason you're still standing We are not the same I've lived more lives than you, I have less pride than you I'm extraterrestrial, I was created different I've been here many times before and I've never been defeated, and still I will never be defeated (Defeated)