[Intro: Dom PaChino (Lord Superb)]
It`s like everything I think about I jot down (That`s right!)
My week.. distorted
Yo.. come on man! (Aiyo)
Ya fuckin` wit the Terrorist now (It`s him)
Falling Down on the trizack (It`s P.R.)
`Bout to get ya back
Yo aiyo yo.. (The Wu is back.. The Arm`, the Team, yo yo)
[Dom PaChino]
It`s like everything I think about I jot down
My week distorted, combust and cause a glide sound
To say the least, my best is yet to come
Every since the tender age of young, never thought to be a vete-ran
Veteran makin` niggaz run, still trapped in the slums
Jums under my tongue, razor blade in my gums
Thought he was real but he sung
like the bitch-ass I thought he was from his first impression
He had a weed session, but he need lessons
Plus he need life, he dealin` with death
Suckin` on his last breath, like a pacifier
Thugs for hire, fake thugs expire
Tried to call me a liar, but the truth is in the cypher
Like the proof is in the Port and niggaz in the hooded
Actin` like Dwight Gooden, insane hoodlums
Domination, elected in the hoods, inaugeration
Thoughts be racin, facin` the fear like NARC`s erasin`
Stationed in an undisclosed location
Keep food for thought, plus keep the thoughts in activation (Wu!)
My eyes chinky like an Asian
Blazin` radio stations `cross the nation
Remain patient, plus ready like rotation
Poker face durin` interrogation
Know what you facin`, like a bad situation
Niggaz become erased when
the God demonstrates his skill, beyond a record deal
Checkered steel specs with icy fronts in the grill
A neckless is reckless, respect explicit next shit
Hangin` out the Coupe like ya should`ve expected it
The Terrorist, on this mic piece, I disconnected it
Hang that shit up, son!
[Interlude: Lord Superb]
Emperbalism, come on!
Yo.. get that shit together.
Get that shit together.
Aiyo aiyo.. it`s crazy
Yo yo yo.
[Lord Superb]
Jumped out the Hooptie, caked up experience
Like Who wanna battle? Say ya words, don`t play with Perb
Verbs is murder, emergency, words is water
Battle for ice, MC`s I will freeze ya career!
Torture, first enflamed, Rakim taught ya
Then Kane, then it was the Wu/Biggie/Nas era
Ghost the protege, who holds life, we be the
best MC`s to bring these niggaz to a close.
[Outro: Lord Superb]
Holla! We big.. aiyo.
Aiyo Dom! We back! Get my rhyme book!
I got another dart.. for the next piece
It don`t matter.. who want it? {*echoes*}
They don`t make it.
Oh.. I thought so.
Wu.. Tang.. we back!
I got the music with me.. yeeeeeah! yeeeah! - sampled singer (x2)
