born, with the mic in my hand
Then I took it from Medina, to the S.I. land
I pulled up on the block, go out the truck,
tt was the first of pit stops
The era of the spinnin' tops,
That was somethin', I had identified with
So I, made it my point to
exploit this fly gift then
Myself and RZA, made trips to the B.X.
A mass of ferocious M.C.'s and
We knew we would get a reward
The basic training was beyond
Just the caters of the verbal expressions,
Were my boots out in constant
Tore the troops out the frame when
they challenge the most thorough
From well concealed firing positions
slang that just shatter the coast
They say I rhyme like the bank that stop
Cause M.C.'s be more shook
Especially if I'm rollin',
then the point is definitely proven
Cause with the GZA holdin', that
I walk Broadway, from Quincy to Myrtle
cut careers whatever the expense be
With headaches and blackouts, worse
And it's time to get those that's
So you can see where they from,
They say the product is good
We gonna sling it from the slums
We still search through the crates
of songs that just breaks
At times we play legendary
Unlikely confrontation with a clash of swords
On cats and dogs, water that,
The violence and nature had
trigged the violence of man
That was bloodshed, from which said,
A hand full recovered from
While the rest kept babblin'
Since the competition already slaked
He continued tarnish that,
Any sport, when they come short,
Then they broke, lose they homes,
The rhyme could be a blunt
object that make you choke
Like too many tokes, that'll
The high roller knock the
Strike like the perfect bowler,
My other's hard to vanish, punishment,
brought to a level where you froze and can't speak
Trapped in the frigid temperatures