Wu-tang Clan - Da Mystery Of Chessboxin' Lyrics
[wu-tang movie dialogue]The game of chess, is like a swordfightYou must think first, before you moveToad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weaponWhen it's properly used, it's almost invincibleVerse one: u-godRaw i'ma give it to ya, with no triviaRaw like cocaine straight from boliviaMy hip-hop will rock and shock the nationLike the emancipation proclamationWeak mc's approach with slang that's deadYou might as well run into the wall and bang your headI'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin'I'm makin' devils cower to the caucus mountainsVerse two: inspectah deckWell i'm a sire, i set the microphone on fireRap styles vary, and carry like mariahI come from the shaolin slum, and the isle i'm fromIs comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff gunsSo if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestinYou'll catch a sharp sword to the midsectionDon't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walkPhony niggaz are outlined in chalkA man vexed, is what the projects made meRebel to the grain there's no way to barricade meSteamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheelerWith the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivinVerse three: raekwon the chefRuff like timberland wear, yeahMe and the clan, and yo the landcruisers out therePeace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looksBald heads, braids, blow this hookWe got chrome tecs, nickel plated macsBlack axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacksI only been a good nigga for a minute thoughCuz i got to get my props, and win it yoI got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teethLampin in a lexus eatin beefStraight up and down don't even botherI got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathersChorus: method manMy peoples are you with me where you at?In the front, in the back killa-bees on attackMy peoples are you with me where you at?Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gatsVerse four: ol' dirty bastardHere i go, deep type flowJacque cousteau could never get this low..i'mCherry bombin shits... boomJust warmin up a little bit, vroom vroomRappinin is what's happeninKeep the pockets stacked and then, hands clappin andAt the party when i move my bodyGotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody!Grab the microphone put strength to the boneDuh-duh-duh...enter the wu-tang zoneSure enough when i rock that stuffGuff puff?? i'm gonna catch your bluff tuffRough, kickin rhymes like jim kellyOr alex haley im a mi-..beetle bailey rhymesComin raw style, hardcoreNiggaz be comin to the hip-hop storeComin to buy gro-cery from meTryin to be a hip-hop mcThe law, in order to enter the wu-tangYou must bring the ol' dirty bastard type slangRepresent the gza, abbott, rza, shaquan, inspectah deckDirty hoe gettin low wit his flowIntroducin, the ghost..face.. killah!!No one could get illaChorusVerse five: ghostface killahSpeakin of the devil psych, no it's the god, get the shit rightMega trife, and yo i killed you in a past lifeOn the mic while you was kickin that fast shitYou reneged tried again, and got blastedHalf mastered ass style mad ruff taskWhen i struck i had on timbs and a black maskRemember that shit? i know you don't remember jackThat night yo i wuz hittin like a spiked batAnd then you thought i was bugged out, and crazyStrapped for nonsense, after me became lazyYo, nobody budge while i shot slugsNever shot thugs, i'm runnin with thugs that flood mugsSo grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippinNiggaz is jettin i'm lickin off son[wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang, wu, tang!!!!]Verse six: masta killaHomicide's illegal and death is the penaltyWhat justifies the homicide, when he dies?In his own iniquity it's theMaster of the mantis rapture comin at chaWe have an apb on an mc killerLooks like the work of a masterEvidence indicates that's it's statureMerciless like a terrorist hard to captureThe flow, changes like a chameleonPlays like a friend, and stabs you like a daggerThis technique attacks the immune systemDisguised like a lie paralyzin the victimYou scream, as it enters your bloodstreamErupts your brain from the pain these thoughts containNovin on a nigga with the speed of a centipedeAnd injure - any mother*****in contenderChorus
