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    MessaggioTitolo: da mistery of chessboxin'- wu tang clan   Mer Lug 14, 2010 8:24 am

    [Wu-Tang movie dialogue]
    The game of chess, is like a swordfight
    You must think first, before you move
    Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon
    When it's properly used, it's almost invincible

    [Verse One: U-God]

    Raw I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia
    Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia
    My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation
    like the Emancipation Proclamation
    Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead
    you might as well run into the wall and bang your head
    I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'
    I'm makin' devils cower to the Caucus Mountains

    [Verse Two: Inspectah Deck]

    Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire
    Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah
    I come from the Shaolin slum, and the isle I'm from
    is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns
    so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin
    you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection
    Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk
    Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk
    A man vexed, is what the projects made me
    Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me
    Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler
    with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin

    [Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef]

    Ruff like Timberland wear, yeah
    Me and the Clan, and yo the Landcruisers out there
    Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks
    Bald heads, braids, blow this hook
    We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs
    Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks
    I only been a good nigga for a minute though
    cuz I got to get my props, and win it yo
    I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth
    lampin in a Lexus eatin beef
    Straight up and down don't even bother
    I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers

    [Chorus: Method Man]

    My peoples are you with me where you at?
    In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack
    my peoples are you with me where you at?
    Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats

    [Verse Four: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

    Here I go, deep type flow
    Jacque Cousteau could never get this low..I'm
    cherry bombin shits... BOOM
    Just warmin up a little bit, vroom vroom
    Rappinin is what's happenin
    Keep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin and
    At the party when I move my body
    Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!
    Grab the microphone put strength to the bone
    DUH-DUH-DUH...enter the Wu-Tang zone
    Sure enough when I rock that stuff
    Guff puff?? I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff
    rough, kickin rhymes like Jim Kelly
    or Alex Haley im a Mi-..Beetle Bailey rhymes
    comin raw style, hardcore
    Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store
    Comin to buy gro-cery from me
    Tryin to be a hip-hop MC
    The law, in order to enter the Wu-Tang
    You must bring the Ol' Dirty Bastard type slang
    Represent the GZA, Abbott, RZA, Shaquan, Inspectah Deck
    Dirty Hoe gettin low wit his flow
    Introducin, the Ghost..face.. Killah!!
    No one could get illa


    [Verse Five: Ghostface Killah]

    Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the God, get the shit right
    Mega trife, and yo I killed you in a past life
    On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit
    You reneged tried again, and got blasted
    Half mastered ass style mad ruff task
    When I struck I had on Timbs and a black mask
    Remember that shit? I know you don't remember jack
    That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat
    and then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy
    strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy
    Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs
    Never shot thugs, I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs
    So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin
    Niggaz is jettin I'm lickin off son

    (Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!)

    [Verse Six: Masta Killa]

    Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty
    What justifies the homicide, when he dies?
    In his own iniquity it's the
    Master of the Mantis Rapture comin at cha
    We have an APB on an MC Killer
    Looks like the work of a Master
    Evidence indicates that's it's stature
    Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture
    The flow, changes like a chameleon
    Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger
    This technique attacks the immune system
    Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim
    You scream, as it enters your bloodstream
    Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain
    Novin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede
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