Rza - Deadly Melody lyrics

[Intro :Masta k**a] As we return to the 36 Chambers The RZA, the GZA, the Ol' Dirty BZA U-God, Chef, the Ghostface k**ah And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure Don't forget about the Masta yo [Verse 1: Masta k**a] Motherf**ers halt when my Colt start stomping Thunder strikes your land with the jolt Your stamina level is low like currents from The volts of relentless punishment that multiplies At a speed that the naked eye can't detect The infantry, peep the weapontry as I bomb atomically Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded By this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung, it's the ethics And rigorous training methods of the Abbott Incite oversees the opposition Penetrates then infiltrates, breaking down your resistance Leaving competition defenceless Masta, Hip Hop antagonizer Dumb, deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer [Verse 2: U-God] Piledriver Tut boulder face blow Hulk Anger rap book causing chess blade smoke Monster truck, punk, elephant gun poke Jawbreaker humanoid vice grip, choke Face the inferno, maestro pull it Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger See me on the streets address me stone bringer Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet Action packed rap, bite it, stomp on the beat Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas Wu status now wisdom to the ma**es [Verse 3: RZA] co*k back my tongue like a hammer My head is like a nickel-plated bammer Spit .45 caliber grammar At the speed of wind makes you bleed within Crack your skull without penetrating your skin Reign of champ official, Wu stamp with black pistols Spent the weekend programming fat tracks at Camp Crystal [Verse 4: Method Man] Home on the range, rebel with a pen Writing critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in Mr. Mef, Hot Nickels Say my sh** holding my s** pistol, deal me in [Verse 5: RZA] The bewildering k**a Bee quickly sting ya I ain't gotta lift one f**ing finger Make sure the God Irief turns on the ringer We ducking the subpoena Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina [Verse 6: Masta k**a (U-God) {​GZA}​] Check the 150 millimeter heater As it blows holes through your f**ing speaker (Makin you weaker creeping inches centimeters) {​Fifty caliber street sweeper Shots from Shaolin that go to Ma**apequa}​ [Verse 7: Method Man] Things'll never be the same after this one Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one Recognize the Gods came for one accord One mind and one common cause, that's the sh** Son Play them crows out position, you might hear me But you don't listen, competition come and get some on Red marker still bleeding through the paper Of his sick premeditated murder caper [Verse 8: StreetLife] I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch Watch Street eat 'em up, Cold Crush bum rush Spot rusher get touched, bagged up, handcuffed Y'all n***as can't f** with us [Verse 9: Ghostface k**ah] Pa** me the Black Velvet, emba**y suite, k**ing me Spell it, Maxi Priest caught me in a daze up on Delancey Street Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar It's like the dreads worshipping Jah, so Aloha Pineapple crush, 850 swerve it with a rush Plush the Canola Range spitting off the roof, holding my change Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind It's like stalking through your airport with a chunky .9 [Verse 10: StreetLife] The underboss Staten New York Bloodsport gun talk holding fort back, take 'em to court It's the burner Shaolin bound face down you gets murdered Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through mid-air Landing thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest Keeps the iron, where the head rest for the conquest subway Wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays Matched up in a staircase in a dark place embraced By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape These crime situations, I stay in man formation A shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam Bigelow Throw a flow like Nomo, relate like Fidel Castro I be the great all pro, hanging MCs by they logos My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno