Wu-Tang Clan
In Tha Beginning... there was rap
Sucker M.C.'s
[RZA]
You ready?
How you gonna set it off
Your daddy's home
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Daddy's home
Your daddy's home to stay
[Method Man]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo same time same channel
Nasty vandals, too hot to fuckin handle
Bring the ruckus to all you knotty head fuckers
Shit's like Hammertime, niggas can't touch us
[RZA]
Straight up and down Wu-Tang Forever
Come tougher than DJ Run's leather
Make a better tomorrow
Condition your atmosphere, air like feathers
The fire come, transmit via come
The higher sire come, we burn your wire
Wu-Tang be number one
[RZA (Method Man)]
Hey yo, let's take em back to that old Run-DMC shit
(That Run-DMC shit) You remember that shit?
That um, that Sucker MC shit (What uhh, uhhh what is it, 2 years ago?)
Yeah, let's fuck em with that shit one time
(Sucker fuckin MCs)
[Method Man]
Four years ago a friend of mine
Asked me to say some MC rhymes
So I said this rhyme I'm about to say
The rhyme was Meth and it went this way
[RZA]
Yo, we took a test to become an MC
All the withers in the crowd got amazed at me
God threw me inside his Cadillac
The chaffuer drove off and we never came back
[Method Man]
Meth cut the record down to the bone
And now I rock solid chrome microphones
Now we signin autographs, with cheers and laughs
Champagne, caviar and bubblebaths ya see
[RZA]
That's the life that I lead
You sucker MC, we G-O-D
Take that and move back or catch a heartattack
Because there's nothin in the world the gods could ever lack
[Method Man]
I chill at the party in a b-boy stance
Walk cap low, .45 in my pants
Fly like a dove that come from up above
My name is Iron Lung but you can say one love
[RZA]
It's just a one two three, a three a two one
Throw your blunts in the air for the god Iron Lung
Blow them right in your face with the bass
You messed up, come in first place, the real rap taste
[Method Man]
First come, first serve basis
Coolin out boo, take you to the def places
One of a kind for your people's delight
And to you sucker MCs, you know it ain't right
Bet you bite all your life, cheat on your wife
Run in a gun fight with nuthin but a knife
Bangin with your boy, slingin with the crew
And everybody knows what you've been through
It's the one two three, three two one
Throw your blunts in the air for your dunn Iron Lung
Throw smoke in your face with the highs and the bass
Come in first place in the real rap race
Go uptown, buy a bag of brown
You sucker MC, a sad face clown
Me and OD ready to rock crowds steady
You drive a big car and get your gas from Getty
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm ODB in the place to be
Didn't go to St. John's University
In the streets of Brooklyn I acquired the knowledge
A law of mathematics that's higher than college
I'm brown skinned, got a bitch in Queens
She love eatin swine and my collard greens
I'm dressed to kill, you know our style
Cause niggas don't know that Dirt Dog fly
If you won't see me baby come, you know Dirt Dog I'm number one
Said if you won't see me baby come, you know Dirt Dog is number one
I roll ten thousand dogs a day
Yeah I rolled this dog in an incubate
I wrote this song about the gate
You gotta know where to start when the beats play
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