Shaolin Styles 1

(Ghostface Killah)
no delay; spray catz/ who don't blast new Wu DATs/ fake thugs with temp 
tats/ best pray they stayed strapped/ ghats bust; dick thrust/ earth scream 
with the scent of lust/ play hands like royal flush/ dl; ice lays in the 
rough/ tough-skin wear wally moccasin/ let Tyson out we box again/ when the 
god mic flexes/ slang uncontrolled like Deck's is/ lasso the rodeo in Texas/ 
push weight build solarplexes/ caught again flow undertow/ never sip the 
Guiness slow/ fuck the globe dick grow/ cries echo when the tech blow / 
closed eyes non-wise/ the Ghost-face need no disguise/ Wu enterprise scrape 
the skies/ Starks' fly in bolo ties/ Stapleton war drums/ King I Divines all 
catchin' crumbs/ speak to son left numb/ backwash Tums Jamacia rum/ golden 
grill guilded/ rhyme constructor watch me build it/ flow low blow distilled 
it/ MC casket know Ghost killed it

(Inspectah Deck)
this show run by the shogun/ so know to hold tounges as the snow comes/ you 
frozen while the chosen rose then/ new Wu slogans spit like blowguns/ the 
venom strangles all your veins/ dull blades decimate your frame/ dare you to 
exclaim your slayer's name/ before your soul rips away from your remains/ 
Rebel INS/ if you miss the point then catch the essance/ hard rocks drop 
molten in my presence/ mic resonance will wreck all urban residents/ with 
precident; it's Wu's intent/ to have the swarm reform the populus/ your math 
hath origin on abacus/ while the Supreme beams from in us/ trust must be 
earned/ thus many will be spurned/ those who yearned for tides to turn/ stay 
close to Wu when the world burns

(Masta Killa)
etheral phantom punch/ punishes all opposition/ the obilisk stand 
prominently/ as we reign dominantly/ speak on tree of life strife/ knife 
retraces exit wounds/ noon marks the stand-off hour/ brave man stand; the 
fool cowers/ absolution of the truth is what I sook to reveal/ now must 
occur on appeal/ as minds rewind to feel/ the Masta's death touch/ much is 
made of biochemistry/ kung fu channels chi/ mental aim proper telemmetry/ 
semmetry of body meridians/ set aim for audio acupuncture/ pulsating poetry 
though the air/ to prick your pressure point juncture

(ODB)
*OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH*
ODB on the mothafuckin' track/ and these cops be like fleas on my FUCKIN' 
BACK!!/ sayin' Dirt dog on crack/ what the FUCK is that?/ nigga PLEASE!/ you 
already know my disease/ comes from alcohol abuse/ it's the drunken mother 
goose/ Ol' Dirty Bastard be tellin' nursury rhymes to the kids/while I pause 
to RIP off a sleepin' nations EYELIDS!!!/ I AIN'T DOING NO MORE BIDS!!/ so 
go find another paaatsy/ I just wanna be left alone so all this drama takes 
a baaaackseat/ now baby, baby come on/ lemme sh*t on your lawn/ one last 
ting before I'm gone/ Dirt NEVER plays a FUCKIN' PAWN
YOU GOT THAT?!?!?!??!??!

(Buddah)
wack MCs be like nails on the chalkboard/ irritate my eardurms everytime/ so 
I'll fuck up the beat until my cock sore/ and tie the mic cord around their 
upper spines/ squeeze it tight 'till their eyes bulge/ induldge in these 
lethal lyrics/ I'll envoke anchient spirits/ and they'll die twice when they 
hear it/ The shit I say's amazin'/ verbal flamethrower be blazin'/ smokin' 
catz; cauzin' this haze 'n'/ killin' commercial cattle that be grazin'/ on 
green; the meaning's missin'/ excretin' words like they was pissin'/ 
authorized to dis from this position/ headz never listen to my mission/ 
fishin' for fishers of men/ for they be my bretheren/ if it's my level you 
be enterin'/ I'd suggest you think again/ cuz I'd only be a perfect 10/ if 
the scale was 1 to 5/ my time to shine's arrived/ so see if you'll survive/ 
the lyrical onslaught kid/ after I'm ghost you'd still be haunted/ by the 
etheral after-image/ that's known as Buddah's visage/ over the edge is where 
I hover/ gettin' so deep you only smother/ more original than any other/ cuz 
my snaps ain't about your mother/ duck and cover as I step in/ rounds of 
mental artillery fire/ spark this like non-insulated wire/ and the voltage 
is only gettin' higher/ measure the ohms; it's so tantric/ the liner notes 
be in sanskrit/ 4 elements I band with/ pure hip-hop; you can't stand it/ 
the man wit' 20/20 spiritual vision/ verbal marksman shows precision/ 
meanin' your brain bleeds/ as the underlyin' theme has risen/ division 
between this enlightened name/ and the rest of the game/ is that they all in 
it for da fame/ same pictures in different frames/ but I'mma melt these 
negatives/ and ressurect orginality/ kill these wack cats callouslly/ cuz 
they all just fallacies/ as compared to the true art/ verbal expressions 
stem from the heart/ apart from those with platinum goals/ puttin' price 
tags on hip-hop's soul

(RZA)
behold the activation/ new nation in creation/ born from the contemplation/ 
of gods in constant elevation/ aborrations are extinguished/ after hearing 
Wu-Tang's twisted English/ once the RZArecta bring this/ even Americans will 
need a linguist/ to translate the hidden messages/ teachin' where the real 
lessons is/ beam my chi energy into your dream/ once seen you plagued by 
restlessness/ for gazing at one of my brain cells in mitosis/ you witness 
lifes mysteries in focus/ and while the Wu be the locus/ I teach all mankind 
to evoke this/ smoke this honey-dipped/ with stimulation you equipped/ to 
have the time-space barrier ripped/ tranverse dimentions and get your head 
flipped/ scripts of fate that I create/ for my prophetic tendancies are 
innate/ mic in my fist the catalyst/ and the crowd reacts like substrates

(GZA)
countless trigger fingers pulled/ more shots sing in self-defense/ peep the 
present tense/ modern days raise army tents/ rents are rising/ corporations 
enterprising/ at the cost of the lost tribe/ so I bust through their lies 
then like earnin' Hiesman/ wise men now can't afford/ to vow silence 
anymore/ it's live or die by the sword/ and many sages sent to morgues/ the 
core of any issue/ always clouded by Congress' missuse/ so Wu bring these 
facts to the forefront/ dialate cunts and give birth to truth that hits you/ 
brains bleed from rapid speed/ processin' info beyond it's capability/ MCs 
see the futility/ of fuckin' with the dynasty/ reminding thee of street life 
lessons/ from daily agression to first affection/ Franklin Avenue grabbin' 
you/ life's bloodstained with those impressions