Various Artists - Let Me At Them lyrics

YoyoyoyoyoYO! Yo Is the n***as ready for this son? n***as ain't ready for this ock One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man) Peep the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it) Lyrical threat Representing Wu-Tang Slang, ninety-five Hittin it live You know what time it is Blessed with the art rhymes that's sharp like a circular saw Hit the floor like Dorf, who wants the war None slide by my, lyrical driveby Shots bust, making blocks huss Plus snipe the cops when they rush Built like construction tools Crushing fools, in twos Forced you to blast out your f**in shoes A South swap with the bombs I drop Plan A to terrorize you can't stop the plot Execution of an amateur, who dares to challenge a Clansman, holding a sword like Excalibur Truth is my shield, show and prove I reveal Reality, the coldness a heart can feel Livin life where caps peel, and crack deals from nine to five But I survived through these live times I nearly died Now I'm wanted by d**h I did escape Now it's thrown on a tape for those who can relate Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase Hits takin place, yo God, watch the Jakes Out of state court dates, chase me with the warrants For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from Coming through with nuff n***as, and nuff guns to bust son So read the article, lyrical a**a**in with the arsenal Potential witnesses are incapable Of testifying, they want me frying in the chair Plus the case closed, I broke free of the shackles, and safe clothes I make foes, exasperate them, I make friends Cause today's friends, show theyselves as snakes in the end And if you fit the trend then Protect Ya Neck Shaolin, INS, k**a Hill Projects No one on this earth, can hold me No one on this earth, can fool me No one on this earth, can grip the mic Like, I, do, n***a You ever, feel, that you can Test me, you got to face the Clan and Never, return to the mic again There's no one in the world Let me at them! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum Forty-four caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger Turning your trunk to swiss cheese The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder Wu-Tang k**a bee aimed at your brain With my stinger, it stun your mind, when I bring ya Thirty-six chambers of anger, frustration For waiting, to let loose on the nation Far from commercial no need for no rehearsal Hit you from all angles then form a circle Go against the grain, get hit close range When I Slam, like Onyx, comp get stomped, that's a promise I'll represent, here's the evidence Science of math on a plate to make sense My technique of speech is deep, like Leviathan Hittin up your block with rhymes, weapon firing Shooting for the platinum, then bring it back to The same place I got the gat from, let me at them!