225 Rounds - Bronze Nazareth, RZA, Cappadonna

I live life lavish and my chain is karats

The last name on the train to Paris

Used to be lame then attained the merit

So many clothes can’t name the fabrics

Dynamics, I want the fame

And my name engraved in granites

Here’s his lane, now came to grab it

You moving sideways, change your habits

Used to rock minks, then I changed to rabbit

From out the garbage, I came from average

Used to be righteous that changed to savage

Bang my ratchet like Bangkok Dangerous

36 Chamber fist Trianglist

Watch me mangle this Star Spanglist

Rock cowboy Wrangler creating mega-hits

I’m from the grain Game at my fingertips

Yeah!

Killa Hill lay it down!

Killa Bees on the swarm!

Nigga

Ayyo I plow down?

like I’m out for revenge

Fuck it, it seems like the drama never ends

Be in the projects like I never left out

Might be on Osgood, see a nigga stretched out

I can’t take it seems like my hood is cursed

Bad niggas, I thought that the good was first

My old whore, she march with a foul parade

Don’t learn shit til another child is sprayed

I’m out here, fuck it, like I live on?

and Rico

Keep a low cut like Margie

I don’t give a fuck, y’all made me bitter

I’ma whip your kids out like a babysitter

I’ma grown man but I’m young in the mind state

Live in every borough but New York my tri-state

Test me you know I brought a bitch on the tour bus

Pour piss on you, leave you stuck for 4 months

My head fucked up, I’m off my clean streak

Don’t make me pick the 9's up, I come from mean streets

My unit snitched on me, ratted me out

They all ganged up on me, tried to take my mouth

However the cause I’m in jail and get bent

They cut from dirty cloth, I’m cut from cement

Original, got the crazy glow

Them devils tried to jump me, I’m crazy though

Absolut Vodka rat crush mad Goose

O.G.

all day like I be on the deuce

Pop off with it, get your army in order

Staten Africa, Islam, across that water

Yeah;

Told 'em «Have Gun--Will travel»

Blowing earth metals, black son spill gravel

Bronze Man oblong javelins in my cabinet

Detroit cement salutations from the missile plant

Quick to the hollow point, it ain’t no olive branch

My low-cal 4 0 cal.

in the cardigan

Tempted by Satan put a bullet in his diaphragm

Walk around black clouds and quiet violins

A tire fire blends poet and violent pens

Illest skill, got steel plots and iron winds

Uphill need a ghetto spill, the sirens sing

Street dreams.

black season, inspired kings

For fire water veins, still rain Listerine

They chains through to my «Roots», no doubt Ben Verne

On the road to riches and diamond speech

I might turn a bag of white sand in mountain peaks

I don’t text to send messages

My testosterone stimulate her estrogen

Whether Black, Caucasian or the Mexican

Asian, she get the message and she coming back for sex again

Organic drugs

My natural persuasion

You under the influence of 36 invasion

Spider-man amazing but I’m darker then Parker

Skin got abrasions from Arya and Tasha

Sliding down the street cold

Pull up to your party stimulated with a Jeep full

Of jerry gap honeys and bottles of vodka

Plus the weed rolls, here we go

Mediating, never jealous, over zealous

Wu Tang’s my fellowship

Fans mash up accapellas of our lyrics with Beatle tracks embellishes

The idea clearly that Wu-Tang forever

This way of life is art, rhymes and cleverness

Joined by God no man can sever this

I complete jobs free and effortless

Use tiger crane, snake style plus the leopard fist