It was the year 1095 in the heart of France Summoned by the Papal Decree to the Holy Land "Drive out the Infadel from the Realm of Promise!" "Destroy
almost died But for some strange coincidental ironic reason you lived through it Homeboy but I'm here to tell you man it's not a coincidence And it's not ironic
dedicated to medication But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation? Come on Anyway I got down with Dre, what up? The first man who taught me how the glock sounded
crotched over Mommy's knocked up 'Cause she wasn't Watched over Knocked down By some clown When child support knocked No he's not around Now how that Sound
I walk down my street at night The city lights are cold and violent I am comforted by the Approaching sound of trucks and sirens Even though the world
jail time jiggas Them niggaz up in Height figures bitin niggaz Silks Wally-Wear finger rolled chain yeah Jakes beware black rap millionaires Rock hairs leather goose bears blowin this year
["The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu] Tang" "Die!" *sounds of fighting are heard* Verse One: Street
seed from bad sperm Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm What the blood clot? We smoke pot an' blow spots You wanna think twice, I think not The Iron
roads outside Oshogbo, Lord I fell down on my knees There were female spirits in old mud huts, iron bells ringing up in the trees And an eighty-year
' of a distant star Yippie-aye-ay-e Well, it could have lasted minutes or a hundred thousand years When they got me down, I was safe and sound and it
whole fam-o, tuck and engadge, busting AKs Now your block sounding like the Mummers Parade [Verse 5: Vinnie Paz] I've been catching fucking bodies for twenty years
[Vinnie Paz] Yeah, Jedi Mind baby, como esto Vinnie Paz, Vinnie got real, yeah yeah... I'm like Mussolini, I rule with a iron fist I stab you in the bladder
Bitch, whats happenin'? Start shit but don't take it Pull it out, put it on your ass Some of y'all niggaz still got the game fucked up this year But
getting knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world... Verse one: the gza It was the night before new year
bristly in the same shady sky. In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left 2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have
Take me to the basement let me count the holes in your foundation ancient ridicule system alert, kissing my lurk the perch of rare grimace on iron mask
the cradle to the grave Within this open fire the hammer's coming down and starting up that fireworks of feeling, light and sound [CHORUS] All the years