Crazy 8's

The Shaolin Fist requires great speed It attacks your enemy at all his vital points You are ready to fight Ayo, I dropped out of school when I was two years old Changed my own diaper, went on the road Partied every night in the playpen Put a bitch near with me, nigga, I'm scrapin' Now, I'm a grown man, run around like Usain Bolt Rambo knife in the booth when I lay my votes Can't front, yo, I did a few lines of coke Then I slammed Jenna Jameson (Wu) and lit up a smoke Yeah, you never know a better flow-er It's a daily show like Trevor Noah The monеy used to talk now, it scream at me Paper bags, make 'em all wanna squeeze at me Colder than the Iceman, Bobby Drake 'Cause showing niggas love only got me hate I'm straight outta Park Hill, really, the squad's ill We showing more hands than car deals (get 'em) Intense like the poison of a cobra (right) You hear the fat lady singing, then it's over (right) Domination, David & Goliath (right) You can't see the truth when you biased (get 'em) Intense like the venom of a spider (Wu) You ain't in my circle, you a outsider (Wu) Excalibur, live in the fire (right) You can't see the truth when you biased (bork) "Don't hold anything back! Use all your strength" Yo, it will cost more to bury you than what you're worth Toss shovels full of dirt and put you under the Earth Eight-times-eight, 64 bars of perfection Aligned like the stars in the heavens They search for the Remedy, behold, it's the truth untold Etched into solid gold, two-ton stone My fortune, based on brains and extortion (Fuck the world) I blow it out of proportion Gorilla, then the Planet of The Apes I write a punchline and plant it on your face Eat a punch that you ain't even got a case Here's a shot that you ain't even gotta chase You late, and you ain't even got a case Get your karma with your cake Not a killer, you ain't even got the tape This a Air Force One, not a bait But, hold a lotta weight In the game and you ain't even gotta wait, Wu-Tang Yo, I'm a suspect, person of interest FBI still can't figure out how I killed it Forensic couldn't explain my horrendous Methods that I use to display my vengeance Brain scan, 3D diaphragm Can't detect or understand the mental thoughts of a madman The evidence? Left them clueless Sonar? Radar? Can't track, ta catch my movements (Keep going) Yo (It'll tear your head) I'm a bad motherfucker, Medina warrior With the black bandana, the panther, I'm the answer My work ain't for hire, I'm out hirin' outta Kansas Stick, but now I fire Dressed up in my justified homicide attire I kill so masterfully, for your desire I do this shit with ease The Chief Habib got the mic under siege (ay) MCs freeze or get buckled at the knees The death rate rise when you enter my zone I kill 'em all, one of my bars split eight domes They runnin' from Don, shittin' on themselves, waitin' For bars that'll lift they feet, smack they face in 36 Shaolin twists, oh, hey, shit Rubber bit, '45 Caliber spit You get your face changed, son, fuck 'em all W's everywhere, when you hear the call (Ay) "From tomorrow (ay), you're to start teaching all the Wu-Tang secrets Give him a firm foundation and I believe he won't let us down We all agree"