Ghostface k**ah - Da Mystery of Chessboxin' lyrics

[Intro: "Shaolin vs. Wu-Tang" + "Five Deadly Venoms"] A 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 1: U-God] Raw I'mma give it to ya, with no trivia Raw like c**aine straight from Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation Like the Emancipation Proclamation Weak MCs approach with slang that's dead You might as well run into the wall and bang your head I'm pushing force, my force you're doubting I'm making devils cower to the Caucasus Mountains [Verse 2: 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 coming through with nuff n***as, and nuff guns So if you wanna come sweating, stressing contesting You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk Phony n***as are outlined in chalk I'm mad vexed, it's what the projects made me Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me Steamrolling n***as like a eighteen wheeler With a drunk driver driving, there's no surviving [Verse 3: Raekwon the Chef] Rough like Timberland wear, yeah Me and the Clan in 'Yota Landcruisers out there Peace to all the crooks, all the n***as with bad looks Bald heads, braids, blow this hook We pack chrome Tecs, nickel plated Macs Black ACs, drug dealing styles in phat stacks I only been a good n***a for a minute though Cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo I got beef wit commercial-a** n***as with gold teeth Lamping in a Lexus eating beef Straight up and down don't even bother I got forty n***as up in here now, who k** n***as' fathers [Hook: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me, where you at? In the front, in the back, k**a Bees on attack My peoples, are you with me, where you at? Smoking meth, hitting cats on the block with the gats [Verse 4: Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Here I go, deep type flow Jacques Cousteau could never get this low I'm cherry bombing sh**s... BOOM Just warming up a little bit, vroom vroom Rappining is what's happening Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clap and then 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, kicking rhymes like Jim Kelly Or Alex Haley I'm a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes Coming raw style, hardcore n***as be coming to the hip-hop store Coming to buy grocery from me Trying to be a hip-hop MC The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang You must bring the Ol' Dirty ba*tard type slang Represent the GZA, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck Dirty Ol' getting low wit his flow Introducing, the Ghostface k**ah No one could get iller [Hook: Method Man] My peoples, are you with me, where you at? In the front, in the back, k**a Bees on attack My peoples, are you with, me where you at? Smoking meth, hitting cats on the block with the gats [Verse 5: Ghostface k**ah] Speaking of the devil, psych No, it's the God, get the sh** right Mega trife, and yo I k**ed you in a past life On the mic while you was kicking that fast sh** You reneged, tried again, and got blasted Half mastered a** style mad ruff task When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask Remember that sh**? I know you don't remember jack That night yo I was hitting 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 running with thugs that flood mugs So grab your 8 plus 1, start flipping and tripping n***as is jetting I'm licking off son [All] Wu Tang Wu Tang Wu Tang Wu Tang! [Verse 6: Masta k**a] Homicide's illegal and d**h is the penalty What justifies the homicide, when he dies In his own iniquity it's the Master of the Mantis Rapture coming at ya We have an APB on an MC k**er Looks like the work of a master Evidence indicates that his 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 Disguised like a lie paralyzing the victim You scream, as it enters your bloodstream Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain Moving on a n***a with the speed of a centipede And injure any motherf**ing contender! [Hook: Method Man] My peoples are you with me where you at? In the front, in the back k**a-bees on attack My peoples are you with me where you at? Smoking meth hitting cats on the block with the gats