Freestyle Friday: De La Soul vs. Wu-Tang Clan

Somebody please drop a Wu Tang verse so I can bake you with this De La. I’m riding in your car Kevin.

Punch that o for operator baby it’s a love solid
I been stylin abstract since loose leafs was the shit
Catch me breathin on planes where the gangstas outdated
Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated
As my pants play the sagatogah I can order sniffs of
Frequencies frequencies ’cause I freak mc’s with the rhythm rock live
(man I’d rather point a pistol at ya head and try to burst it)
No jive in the matter so niggas start runnin
Yo that native shit is dead so the stickabush is comin
(stickabush) it’s comin (stickabush) it’s here
Fuck the five count it only takes three to bring it near
So let me move ya won better as the salad is tossed
And get a taste of the mase that you thought was lost

Posdonus on De La Soul’s – “In The Woods”

@HipHopZilla…that line from Pos “Fuck being hard posdnous is complicated” is just redunkulous; it was a nice response to people thinking they were soft.

Where U fudge – I’m mean backpackers at…

@Jigsaw
That is one of my favorite De La lyrics and I’m glad you recognise it’s meaning.
Peace!!!
Wu-Tang & De La Forever

I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies
and hypothesis can’t define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me
Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect you, through the future see millenium
Killa B’s sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets queen B’s ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block

Inspectah Deck – Wu-Tang Clan’s “Triumph”

Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred — triple extra large
Wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage
and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad
And they deserve ruin like ancient Rome; I span the universe
and return to Earth to claim my throne
The maker, owner, plus soul controller
Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud’s my sofa
Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what
Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust
Who but us, to supply you with the fire?
The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof
On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe
Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died
I notified families, we shed tears and more
but our hands are the ammo cause the battle’s still on
Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function
Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin
When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with
humungous effect in the world we could have conquered it

Inspectah Deck on Gang Starr’s “Above The Clouds”

DE LA SOUL “rock co. cane”

You go lights, camera, action wit no make-up.
We De La til the death or at least until we break up.
Here’s a couple a nice guys who finish first
so nice try but the prize is ours, disperse.
They say the good die young so I added some
bad ass to my flavor to prolong my life over the drum.
Everyone, cools off from bein’ hot
it’s about if you can handle bein’ cold or not.
And we was told ta hop on no ones dick by Prince Paul
we stayed original ever since y’all.
First to do a lot of things in the game
but the last to say it.
No need to place it on a scale to weigh it.
And don’t do it for the praise or to raise the bar,
yeah this raised anyways so amazin’ are
the three LI brothers from the other way thinkin’.
hey ya’ ladies winkin’
I think ya’ need to control that
or I have to hold that.

My bad for ‘eff up the order…I didn’t see Skeme’s joint – here’s the WU

ODB “16 Chambers”

I’m the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream is my specialty
when I go ooh-wah, ooh-wah, ooh-wah, girls wanna get hype
From the funky fresh music that was stereotyped
When I kill, that ol’ mad rugged flow
Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco
Or a disco duck, I’m strictly hip hop
Yo, Ason, what’s up? I can’t stop…
Wu-Tanging, flipping the script and
You could test my skills, but niggaz must be trippin
Coked up from sniffin, you’re the one who’s riffin
I’m not Opie, save that old shit for Andy Griffith
You start to flip, now ya slip, cuz you’re slippin
While you sleep I be the God on point, like Scottie Pippen
As I, jump on stage, cold flip a rip a show
Strip or rip a hoe, ready like Bo
Jackson while I’m still taxin, I’m maxin
Relaxin, sittin backs and, laying tracks and
Again and again when I rock this jam
I wanna see ‘em up in the air, throw up your hand
Introducin, the one-man band
A child that’s wild, now with the style, couldn’t stand
Niggaz wanna jump, then stepped, to the center
Of the rhyme inventor, MC tormentor
You get jacked and slapped, across the MC map
I laugh at ya ass, on a horse shack
Come on through I black and blue your whole crew
Then I get rudie with the Hong Kong Phooey
The Ol’ Dirty Bastard, MC killer
Money maker, Brooklyn, Shaolin style
That I lay down like tile
Gotta hit you up, one blaow, so you better come down

RZA “Assassination Day”

stop producers careers, the weak spot was their ears
Scorpion darts hits their mark, pierce their heart with silver spears
You’re bewildered, my unsaturated, low filtered
Devils still peeled it still they’re living built tilted
MC’s upon their axis, their body has a tactic
Lactic acid, desert drop cactus, practice
You can never master, it’s invincible, Wu-Tang indispensable
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice, the mic is in my clutches
Thugs who bring ruckus, leave in crutches
Unforgiveable snakes face the double-edged swords starts to swivel
Decapitates the head, makes the projects, more livable
Interchangable, caution flameable
My chamber is ninety-nine plus one unnameable, angles
And strangles, microphone cords start to dangle
Silent as the gases that pass throughout your anal
Retrieve through your doors
Seep out like sweat through the pores
Destroy your internal organs with the biological warfare

RZA & Deck “Wu-Tang Clan Ain’t Nuttin’ Ta Fuck Wit”
1st 8 Bars: RZA

I be tossin, enforcin, my style is awesome
I’m causin more Family Feud’s than Richard Dawson
And the survey said — ya dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fuckin head
MZA who was that? Aiyyo, the Wu is back
Makin niggaz go BO BO!, like on Super Cat
Me fear no-one, oh no, here come
The Wu-Tang shogun, killer to the eardrum!

2nd 8 Bars: Inspectah Deck

I puts the needle to the groove, I gets rude
And I’m forced to fuck it up
My style carries like a pickup truck
Across the clear blue yonder
Seek the China Sea, I slam tracks like quarterbacks sacks from L.T.
Now why try and test, the Rebel INS?
Blessed since the birth, I earth-slam your best
Cause I bake the cake, then take the cake
and eat it, too, with my crew while we head state to state!

Meth “16 Chambers”

Somebody said it’s on, if it is then I’ll be set
To blow a nigga up, with my Five Fingers of Death
I bring it to his whole damn fam, understand
If he frontin, on any man down with the Clan
I be comin, for that headpiece you can’t cope
For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother
Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat
My peoples are you with me where you at?
Shit’s gettin deep in here, I mean like thick
Niggaz lookin all in my face like they want dick
It’s about to hit the fan, hit the flo’
That’s all I can stands, and I can’t stands no mo’
What is it? Niggaz think they bigga
Because they got the finga on the trigga of a biscuit
They don’t know I’m wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want the juice
But he don’t want the hassle
Thought they trying to overthrow the castle
Better yet the temple, I’m comin to your town
Black down, the rental, car, the pistol
YAH! If you don’t want a burn from glock
Then beware, I buck shots, meaning what, the buck stops
Here, no more dough will be made
Unless it’s being made by who… the 1-6-Ooh

GZA “Duel of the Iron Mics”

Yo
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it’s where veterans spark the letterings
Slow moving MC’s is waitin for the editin
The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors, and biblical papers
Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin
Give crazy shouts Son here’s the outcome
Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
I ain’t particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
on July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money don’t grown on trees and there’s thievin MC’s
Who cut-throat to rake leaves
They can’t breathe, blood splash, rushin fast
like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver

U-God “Bells of War”

Yeah, yo
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed
Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas
Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling
Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them
Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm
Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures
When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance
Words seem to zing on down to Bejing
When we touch down you crown renowned kings

DE LA SOUL feat. COMMON “days of our lives”

I furnished the rooms, and mortgage on these
See them quittin ass rappers caused a shortage on these
The soul boys of big illa-noyz get the praise
We break it down in these three ways
My moms died from secondhand smoke; so I wish yo’ ass would die
from them secondhand rhymes you wrote
Or shall I call them second rhymes – written seconds ‘fore you enter the booth
Words thrown together with very little truth
And a select few can do it (true) you ain’t part of them scriptures
And got the nerve to feel you want me out the picture
But I was never in it, I’m the frame around the flick
Or dishin in the mouth of your dame around my dick
Ladies and gentlemen, introducin Workmatic
One of L.I.’s finest, and this is “MY LIFE”
Which is filled with bad minutes and good hours
and, good months and bad years and with my peers
we struggle to juggle the shit
Family life and the music game don’t easily fit
My lady wants me home, sayin rap tour three rap whores
and scores of scandal, even more than we can handle
Sometimes, the rhymes I say
Is the fly the currency to save the day
Can’t turn it away, cause we out
to find presennce way beyond our measure, so baby don’t pout

GFK – Nutmeg

Scientific, my hand kissed it
Robotic let’s think optimistic
You probably missed it, watch me dolly dick it
Scotty watty cop it to me, big microphone hippie
Hit Poughkepsie crispy chicken verbs throw up a stone richie
Chop the O, sprinkle a lil’ snow inside a Optimo
Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock’n'roll
Tidy Bowl, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole
Hit the rump slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel
but Ton’ stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guide
Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks I freak a lemon pie
I’m bout it, bout it – Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted
Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded
You fake cats done heard it first
On how I shitted on your turf
at times, Cuban Link verse yo
Check out the rap kingpin, summertime fine jewelry drippin
Face in the box, I seen your ear twitchin
As soon as I drove off, Cap’ came to me with three sawed-offs
Give one to Rae’, let’s season they broth
Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder Sheeba for hiva
Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder
Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry
My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi
Base that, throw what’s in your mouth, don’t waste that
See Ghost lampin in the throne with King Tut hat
Straight off

Pos “Declaration”
The average MC sells terror
We nail terror up against the wall for target practice
Not one of your top five MC’s
but I see clearly with ease you lack this
Coast to coast, we pop up on your scene like toast
playin host to your regiment
who rally to boast, but now boast no more
They got floored by the sight of my ledger print
I came specifically, to fracture yo’ ability
to grandstand anywhere next to me
This is the year, when the true better man
keeps the cheddar and writes to his destiny (word!)
Timeless episodes of talent got me nominated
by the ones who hated me on spittin tighter
Salute these “Supa Emcees” for bein clever;
and never use the weed as a ghost writer

Meth “4,3,2,1”

Playin my position, hot Nixon
This one, for all the sick ones, confliction
Posionous darts sickening, best believe
finger itchin with two broke legs, now I’m trippin
on MC’s cliche, shot that ricochets
start trouble bust bubbles, hip to wicked ways
Gotta love me, G-O-D no one above me
Look good but fuck ugly, tap your jaw
from my punch, watch your son and you
Got you shittin in your last Huggie, runnin who?
Fuckin punk, get a speed bump comin through
A single shot make your knees knock, respect Wu

RZA “4th Chamber”

Hey, Yo,
Camouflage Chameleon Ninja Skillin’ Your Buildin’
No Time To Grab Ya Gun They Already Got Ya Wife And Children
A Hit Was Sent From The President To Raid Ya Residence
Because You Had Secret Evidence
And Documents On How They Raped The Continents
Amidst The Prominent Dominant Islamic Asiatic Black Hebrew
The Year 2002 The Battle’s Filled With The Wu
6 Million Devils Just Died From The Bubonic Flow/Flu
Or The Ebola Virus
Under The Reign Of King Cyrus
You Could See The Weakness of A Man Right Through His Iris
All Of You Snakes Get Thrown In Boiling Lakes Of Hot Oil
Off Boils Your Skin
Chicken Heads Gettin’ Slim Like Olive Oyl
Only Plant The Seed Deep Inside Produce Soil
Fortified With Essential Vitamins N Mineral
Use The Sky For A Blanket
Stuff The Clouds Inside My Pillow
Rollin’ With The Lamb
12 Tribes 144,000 Chosen
Protons And Electrons Always Cause Explosionsssssssss

Raekwon “Assassination Day”

First of all, before we move on, this shit is like a Yukon
Don, spread it out like Grey Poupon
Splurgin, mergin in the suburbs, using this just like an adverb
Action word, flowing like a blackbird
God came in, aimin like Terry Bradshaw
He hit the crash bar, stay relaxed God, his shit is smashed Pah
You handle this just like algebra, UFO spot ‘em like Galaga
Hold on like bullet-proof Acuras
You so fly, yeah right, you want to get me high
Yo Bobby, you hear how I’m shootin it like they blew top snow
You won’t play me like your lady
Pay me three-eighty spit it at you like a baby
Final destination Haiti

RZA “A Day To A God is 1000 Yrs”

Yo, the pen is mightier than the sword, as I face my worldly challenge
In the scale of justice and my heart remains balanced and neutral
My respect for all men is mutual
As my thoughts surpass a level to which you devils compute to
You’ve been given the chance to hear the true and living
So do the knowledge, son, before you do the wisdom
So you can understand, how the thunder and
Lighting above your head is caused by the Son of Man
We experimentin’ with high explosions
That cause the place to quake and the surface erosions
The earth produce lava like the mouth produce saliva
This wisdom goes deeper than your scuba diver
In search for the pearl jewels sold to Tiffany
My verbal heart symphony will strike the epiphany
Insight, ignite, and then men might, see love and hell
Hell and right, then excel, to be masters of your circumference
First, by obtainin’ mastery of your common sense
This supreme wisdom clears a man’s vision
You can see it through the lies and the fantism
Of the equivocal, two-faced political individual
Who’s only out for residual, fabricatin’ lies
To eradicate the wise
But we come to civilize and gravitate to the skies
Of the heavenly celestial sphere
Trust me, son, it’s dear, in between your ears

U-God “Bizarre”

Now, first of all, yo, we ain’t no saints
Can we lay in the trench and rock the war paint?
The same feelin scheme, temper made the rhythm mean
My self-esteem, my ’98 blade hit ‘em
Link spot blast, even though I shot last
The underdog stranger, superfreak hot blast
The hard drop rip is a hostile swing
Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting
Swift with the gifts, it’s the God Body Squad
It’s not a myth, we defy all laws
Now, reach for the stars, now top to the limit
but, all in the all be grateful to be livin
While we work the muscle, we meditate the hustle
Serious the world, experience this struggle
The razor voice, flavor choice steam, redeem
We feelin calmy now to dominate the scene
The grass more green, attack speed dem(on)
The cliffhanger vaccine, man in machine *echo*
Now from round one, mayor style sum
I won’t stop the war till y’all drown in my drum

DE LA SOUL “stakes is high”

Yo, people go through pain and still don’t gain
Positive contact just like my main man
Who got others cleaning up his physical influence
His mind got congested
He got the nine and blew it
Neighborhoods are now hoods cause nobody’s neighbors
Just animals surviving with that animal behavior
Under I who be rhyming from dark to light sky
Experiments when needles and skin connect
No wonder where we live is called the projects
When them stakes is high you damn sure try to do
Anything to get the piece of the pie
Electrify
Even die for the cash
But at last I be out even though you wantin’ more
This issue is closed like an elevator door
But soon re-opened once we get to the next floor where the

DE LA SOUL “i am i be”

I am Posdnous
I be the new generation of slaves
here to make papes to buy a record exec rakes
the pile of revenue I create
But I guess I don’t get a cut cuz my rent’s a month late
Product of a North Carolina cat
who scratched the back of a pretty woman named Hattie
Who departed life just a little too soon
and didn’t see me grab the Plug Tune fame
As we go a little somethin’ like this
look ma, no protection
Now I got a daughter named Ayana Monay
And I can play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
so the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay
I am an early bird but the feathers are black
so the apples that I catch are usually all worms
But it’s a must to decipher one’s queen
from a worm who plays groupie and spread around the bad germ
I cherish the twilight
I maximize, my soul is the right size
I watch for the power to run out on the moon
(And that’ll be sometime soon)
Faker than a fist of kids
speakin that they’re black
When they’re just niggas trying to be Greek
Or some tongues who lied
and said “We’ll be natives to the end”
Nowadays we don’t even speak
I guess we got our own life to live
Or is it because we want our own kingdom to rule?
Every now and then I step to the now
for now I see back then I might have acted like a fool
Now I won’t apologize for it
This is not a bunch of Bradys
but a bunch of black man’s pride
Yet I can safely say
I’ve never played a sister by touching where her private parts reside
I’ve always walked the right side of the road
If I wasn’t making song I wouldn’t be a thug selling drugs
But a man with a plan
and if I was a rug cleaner
betcha Pos’d have the cleanest rugs I am.

DE LA SOUL “u can do”

I’m that full-time rapper, the nickname’s Llama
Part-time father if you ask my daughter’s mommas
Missin in action cause the action got a fraction
of the world listenin to me
Got em travellin overseas in lands constantly
Got a sea of hands wavin, ain’t misbehavin
but a lot of kids cravin for somethin they ain’t got
Like the keys to the ride and a pocket with a knot and it’s
holdin they ground til they rot in it
Plottin it, lockin it down strong
cause it’s nuttin wrong gettin your bubblin on sticker
But too much bubblin can make you fizz quicker
So watch your stack, keep your fam intact
and pay attention to the now, I’m clearin the mess
While they stressin back in the day, I’m at the front of the night
with my crew shinin light on the (ahhhh, ahhhh)

DE LA SOUL feat. GHOSTFACE KILLAH “he comes”
last one from me..props JIG

Down, like water, fresh out the clouds clown
Drown you like terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin
To all – rise and shine – give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine to Bert & Cory
And still got bills and employees to pay
So excuse me Lord, we’ll settle up towards the end of my days
My ways of control is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind
Sorry to dis-appoint, but dis joint’s mine
Dis-play your indie but say no -
- more or I’ll blind you like spit did to Remo
- to the dirt – and edit the clip and lost Kano
My mens wear problems like Timbs
See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win
Scores to settle, crews to crush
You rush right in to see him do it with a smile
It’s Long Isle y’all, longevity sustainin my celebrity status
From AM to PM, you see him on file y’all
I was told to step righteous, so when it’s done
everyone will say I stepped right
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
shinin his flash in my face, I’m bound to see the light

@Skeme – be keeping me on my toes son!!! I’m out until tonight so here’s something for teh backpackers..

Pos “3 – That’s the Magic Number”

Difficult preaching is Posdnuos’ pleasure
Pleasure and preaching starts in the heart
Something that stimulates the music in my measure
Measure in my music, raised in three parts
Casually see but don’t do like the Soul
‘Cause seein’ and doin’ are actions for monkeys
Doin’ hip hop hustle, no rock and roll
Unless your name’s Brewster, ’cause Brewster’s a Punky
Parents let go ’cause there’s magic in the air
Criticising rap shows you’re out of order
Stop look and listen to the phrasin’ Fred Astaires
And don’t get offended while Mase do-se-do’s your daughter
A tri-camera rolls since our music’s now set
Fly rhymes are stored on a D.A.I.S.Y. production
It stands for “Da Inner Sound Y’all” and y’all can bet
That the action’s not a trick, but showing the function

Everybody wants to be a deejay
Everybody wants to be an emcee

PREFUSE 73 feat. EL-P & GHOSTFACE “hide ya face”
actually this will be my last one..lol..two totally different mcs=one DOPE song
@JIG..thx for letting me get in a WU verse..lol

Yo, this is Ghostface/Theodore, I’m magically suspicious
Police try to get money, and sell my pictures
To the star ledger, (tell ‘em), inquirin’ minds wanna know
How Pretty Tone get robes as soft as snow
Where the bird go? That shit flew south for the winter
Why my piece hold the face, the size of plates at dinner
Was Masquerade a true story? What happened to the Clan?
Did I really dodge death? Am I true Ironman?

Aiyo, it’s Tony Starks, the Wallabee clarks, the fly minks
The first nigga to pop, them yellow bottles for drinks
Big links, only built for D. Coles, I peep hoes
You god damn right, I fuck fans, and get G. robes
And spinnach, bread like the Pillsbury dough
I got a red nose pick, with the high pro glow
My hydro flow? I got it locked, but y’all don’t know
Watch when your enterprise go public, and Starks just blow

Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit
Don’t go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart
Stay still Son, don’t move, just think about Keeba
She’ll be three in January, your young God needs you
The ambulance is taking too long
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly
Nahhh Jamie, don’t start that shit
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks
He pointed to the charm on his neck
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally’s like ketchup
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it
It can’t be, from Yohoo to Lee’s
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end
He was announced, pronounced dead, y’all, at twelve ten

Ghostface Killah on Wu-Tang Clan’s “Impossible”

LAST EMPEROR feat. RZA “hes alive”
how fitting is this verse when RZA mentions DE LA SOUL
“sorry for posting 2 consecutive verses..just really wanted to post this verse”

Turn my FUCKIN headphones up!
Aiyyo nurse, bring the patient in, strap him down
Inject the serum into the tip of his cerebelum
70 cc’s of denji should brain-accel him
Nurse, increase the IV
(But doc that may kill him!)
Word, we got technology, we can rebuild him
Strength of the ox, slickness of the fox
Electrical brain waves being charged by the dreadlocks
Audio dynamic vocal box
Inside the black oval, won’t be a beat that my son couldn’t flow to
Call Prince Paul to inject De La Soulful
(Doc, his heart is beating too fast!)
Nurse I told you!
Decrease the brain battery, more gamma to the chest cavity
Put the DNA code in every farrel inhis anatomy
Heart of the conquerers, fighting force like Joe Blanca
Interscope will never be the same, we just created a MONSTER!

RZA & MF DOOM “biochemical equation”

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 feast
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 these straight
Stop talking all that trash, boy, and spark these straight
Evicted 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 winch
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 MC’s, 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 ahold of my biochemical equation
I’mma slip him son, I’mma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I’mma clip him, son
Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination
Ninety nine elements, biochemical manifestation
I’m not giving mines away to Satan
Although, I know that he’s awaiting
I’mma slip him son, I’mma dip him, son
When I catch the drop on him, I’mma clip him, son

Inspectah Deck’s verse on Gangstarr’s ‘Above the clouds’, take that budden!

Yeah; I leave scientists mentally scarred — triple extra large
Wild like rock stars who smash guitars
Poison bars from the Gods bust holes in your mirage
and catch a charge shake em down like the riot squad
And they deserve ruin like ancient Rome; I span the universe
and return to Earth to claim my throne
The maker, owner, plus soul controller
Ayatollah rest in the sky, the cloud’s my sofa
Stand like Collossus, regardless to whom or what
Numerous attempts at my life, so who to trust
Who but us, to supply you with the fire?
The burning truth, 150 Absolut proof
On the mic like Moses spoke in golden scribe
Survivor of the oldest tribe whose soldiers died
I notified families, we shed tears and more
but our hands are the ammo cause the battle’s still on
Sound the horn; we come rumblin through the function
Precise laser beam technique to touch somethin
When we die hard, to build the monument to honor us with
humungous effect in the world we could have conquered it