Raekwon - The Monument lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the f** now? Flipmode Wu-Tang sh**, what the f** now? Yeah yeah yeah.. Historical and monumental sh** What the f** now? Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Straight smack a n***a right in the face like this was handball Or make a mural out his face up on a damn wall n***as play hard and sh**; if you know what's best for you Y'all n***as better safeguard your sh** Even though we rep bra** knuckle rap f** with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap Street n***as now the corporate boss Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my sh** bomb Your whole show wack and I'mma cancel your sitcom f** a n***a broad 'til she tired and real calm You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your b**h arm The way we blow sh*t is a shame Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of n***as Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW! [Raekwon the Chef] Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white b**hes Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous Emperor of warlords, big gun only f** with sawed-offs That's my specialty, more to bust Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord I an*lyze your work those that got merked were not established Texture look cla**y, arm baby 2000 raspberry S-5, blowin through Asbury Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand Them them n***as, robbin from Pinkhouse's Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand See the color of the carved out Wu emblem Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo Relax, cousin just cruise through, j**els with him [GZA] Move up the block, giant box blast my song Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris I zoom in, while the listeners tune in Some a**umin they paid dues and joined the union Lost n***a couldn't rumble in this wild jungle Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed He produce at unattainable rains of top speed This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant Was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise Starlight scope, with the night vision device Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice Split a grain of rice, in one shot we k** 'em twice {*GUNBLAST*}