Wu-Tang Clan
Tales From The Hood soundtrack
Let Me At Them
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
Think them niggaz is ready for this son?
Niggaz ain't ready for this ott
One two whatcha wanna do (I'm gonna give it to em anyway though man)
It's the Inspectah Deck (You know they ain't ready for it)
Lyrical threat
Representin Wu-Tang slang, '95 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
Then slide by my, lyrical driveby
Chops rush, making black hearts bust
Knife the cops when they rush
Built like construction tools crushin fools in twos
Forced dude to blast out your fuckin shoes
A south swap with the bombs I drop
Plan A to terrorize, you can't stop the plot
Execution of an amateur, who dared to challenge the
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 in these hard times I nearly died
Now I'm wanted, from death I did escape
Now it's thrown on a tape with those who can relate
Still I wrap my face take a space in the staircase
Hits takin place, yo God watch for Jakes
Out-of-state's court dates, chase me with the warrants
For my insurance, switched names to Michael Lawrence
The Rebel, stomps through the slums I'm from
Comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns to bust son
So read the article, lyrical assassin with the arsenal
Potential witnesses are incapable of testifyin
They want me fryin in the chair plus the case closed
I won't be ever shackled, in safe clothes
I make foes, exasperates then, 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, Killa 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 nigga
You ever feel that you can
Test me, you got to face the Clan and
Never return to the mic again
Cause no one in the world
Let me at em! I blast off lyrics like a Magnum
.44 caliber, bustin mad holes in my challenger
Turnin your trunk to swiss cheese
The wild freestyler, wild like Gene Wilder
Wu-Tang Killa Bee aimed at your brain with my stinger
It stun your mind, when I bring ya
36 Chambers of anger, frustration
For waitin 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 within close range
When I slam, like Onyx, come get some, that's a promise
I'll represent, here's the evidence
Science of math on a plate I make sense
My technique of speech is deep like Leviathan
Hittin up your block with rhymes, rapid firin
Shootin for the platinum
Then bring it back to the same place I got the gat from
Let me at em!
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