Mathematics - Wu Banga (Remix) lyrics

[Samples cut and scratched by Mathematics] "What we're gonna do right here is go back, way back, back into time" "Here we go!" "OK everybody!" "Sing my song" "Step up to this" (Both X4) [GZA] Yo, too advanced, Digi' stance, made the CD enhanced I move with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the Beez they swarm Hold up the cold current appear warm My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your Jeep stall Mr. Traffic, dumbin sh**, from ecclesiastic Cashier, holdin now, fine, cut off the plastic See the logo? A monument in hip-hop Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Uncut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare Heard the Wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure My Clan done make me rhyme like D. Banner under pressure No surprise, double disc touched five Those elements, kept environments colonized With the high flyin d**h-defyin flow like the Rebel Right there, but you're one light year, from my level [Ghostface k**ah] Uh-huh.. yeah.. yo.. check it.. yo.. Bottles goin off in the church, we broke the wine Slapped the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh! Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot" Shirley fainted dead on the spot Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot Oh sh**! [Raekwon] Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs Masqueradin X-rated throw blades, all occasions Round nozzle touchdown, Haagen-Daas gobbles White House Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you The way we lamp, fans come and get you Play, fullback strapped like a f**, war at The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips Roman numerals, sun splash them n***as like, Tango and Cash Alcatraz cats roll out fast.. [Samples cut and scratched by Mathematics] "OK everybody!" (X3) "Ri-right!" [Cappadonna] Wu thousand nuthin but hardcore We tryin to get land b**hes and more Ghost put me on to it We just do it, floss or whatever Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost Had to beat n***as with toast Clubs we at Clientele we lay it down flat Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at? Fakin the real like, "Damn I can't stand Cappa'" Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter Y'all heard about us like we heard about you Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue Calm down not tryin to hurt you, burst through Phat sh**, phatter than all y'all n***as outfits We the glitch like Y2K Catch the ball when it drop, guns pop, y'all have a nice day "Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible His remarkable armor is supreme!" [Masta k**a] Sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool Grab my gun, select one, snatch son Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot Screamin like a b**h, kicks to your face Shots to the body that shake like the ba** I'm Ghostfaced up, military style down Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest [Ghostface k**ah] Skip to the intro, rap through po' Smashed a fresh ball of wax ceasar Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista Wally Moc' have tie, swim in chunks Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny walk in for advice Catch the moment, fundraiser at will, work with the homeless Polished dahma edge twist dome sh** sealed in the chrome pit Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights Too bright Ghost is comin y'all fix the mirrors Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't Ex' out, he no longer in the hood Bless the kid that max the most Me I turn a wedding into hoax Roses tied to bombs on posts On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice Rasta n***a rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu It's all good, armors for days, brand new biscuits Fiend to get caught up in the mischief Jury swift, afro Tec, seventy disc bank Glossy, Betsy Ross up in the fish tank Australian, Ghost, Mount Everest, cactus heads Raid the desert, clench a camel thirst Polish Spring breath itch [Samples cut and scratched by Mathematics] "OK everybody!" "These n***as.."