I wiped the chrome off wit the dust cloth
'Fore I bust off, what's the cause
Life loss, high price to pay for a small reward
Kill for that Bushwick and Horsely broad

I provided the jump cables, through to boost the mini-pack
Based on the drama unfolding in a track
I don't hold back, I spare no one
Swords swing like shogun, now who want it?

You see the truth, then act upon it or feel the fire's fore view
Ain't a MC that I hit can pull through
That *****s are like kid flashin' plastic tools
Unaware of the most-year, dynastic rule, what stupid

Without a doubt, it's in the heart where the best darts were written
Sittin' at the window of the grand old earths
Youths thirst for knowledge, I teach but hold heat
'Cuz some savage *****s are lost beyond reach

Broken homes breed seeds of no guidance
Left to wonder the streets and experiment wit devilish men
Violent, felon offenders, supreme folders
One-twenty bomb holders let 'em off and explode

The battlefield haunting the daunting
Wu-Tang dance deadly emits six pence
Spiral rifle, barrel pointed, elastic noose
Plastic head wrapped stifle, survival, tribal, ***le secret rival

Archual, subliminal message throwin'
***** *****s holdin' on labels
Mic cables, capable of slowin' down jets on deck
***kin' you straight through continuously

Justice, wit more of the critical penital
Some long overdue, now served by the chiefs on cheat
Drummer bills is the street prophecies fulfilled
Better chill, currents to the invited
Bang for the 'phones, live *****s on they way home
Snatch poems from clones, we got it sewn