Rza - Biochemical Equation lyrics

[Verse 1: RZA] Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust With wild imaginings that you can't discuss Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace It's a daily conflict between man and beast We strive for God and a better tomorrow Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow Repent from thy sins, son and walk ye straight Stop talking all that trash boy and talk ye straight Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point Still, I wouldn't give an oint' Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch Off the pie or every try to try your wench Confronted by the devil himself and stay strong You think you can take the King now meet Kong Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting How many MCs have sprung from our fountain Fifty thousand year process to make this combination I'm not giving mine away to Satan Although I know that he's awaiting To get a hold of my biochemical equation I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination 99 elements, biochemical manifestation I'm not giving mines away to Satan Although, I know that he's awaiting I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son [Verse 2: MF Doom] Bet ahk, straight to the head with the pet rock At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box Trade a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin bonus pack Invest in the first B-boy kid show Live off skid row with jive talking negros He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he? Is he in the backyard or on your front porch Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving And sold odds and bodkins to old gods and goblins Golly, I'm just a pest and your worst best friend Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend Not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen [Verse 3: RZA] Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi' Underneath the pa**enger seat, son, tuck the semi' Israeli issued automatic black pistol The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle Tapped on the gla**, roll it down fast License, registration addressed to your lab They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato Or cartwheels and then spin out like a tornado They used to chase him, right; but son, he would always shake em Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer We civilized the uncivilized like we supposed to Drunk or sober, never lose your composure Mic in your hand, black man stand as a soldier Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers If you can't understand, then come closer