Da Mystery of Chessboxin'

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
 Raw I'mma give it to ya, with no trivia
 Raw 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 your doubtin'
 I'm makin' devils cower
 To the caucus mountains
 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' contestin'
 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'
 Ruff like Timberland wear, yea
 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 got to get my props, and win it, yo
 I got beef wit commercial ass niggaz with gold teeth
 Lampin' in a Lexus eatin' beef
 Straight up and down don't even bother
 I got forty niggaz up in here now
 Who kill niggaz fathers
 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
 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, umm hmm
 Rappinin' is what's happenin'
 Keep the pockets stacked and then
 Hands clappin' 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 Wutang 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, I'm a m' Beetle Bailey rhymes
 Comin' raw style, hardcore
 Niggaz 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 Wutang
 You must bring the old dirty bastard type slang
 Represent the GZA, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan, Inspecta Deck
 Dirty hoe gettin' low wit' his flow
 Ducin' the ghostface killer
 No one could get illa
 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
 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'
 Niggaz is jettin' I'm lickin' off son
 Wutang, Wutang, Wutang, Wutang (Wutang is immensely struck)
 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
 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
 It's properly used