Shaolin Styles 2

(Raekwon)
mightier then the pen/ Wu in this again/ wack crews seek contention/ they 
false thought inventin’/ benchin’ starters in the rap game/ gain fame/ 
Shaolin slang/ termites bitin’ out the woodwork/ streets where real niggas 
lurk/ dust headz/ dreds/ blue & red and the feds/ all havin’ eagle eyes on 
each other/ plus alibis to cover/ mothers tears/ 30 years/ past project life 
expectancy/ Rae brings Immobiliarity/ these wack industry catz is wearin’ 
me/ down/ stay grimy underground/ expect a pound/ but if commercial shit yo’ 
sound/ go toe to toe for ten rounds/ no gloves/ no love/ only thing you 
get’s tha dick/ so suck and swallow ‘till you sick/ fuck, you already 
turnin’ tricks/ for yo’ label management/ you keep it ‘bout as real as a 
bitch can/ so stay back from the mic stand/ or watch the tek spray from my 
hand


(GZA)
the Wu comin’ through/ to deliver a humblin’/ to all these shiny suit 
commercial kids/ who’s on the mic mumblin’/ rumbling beneath the surface/ 
causing fault lines to appear/ crumblin’ the industry’s foundation/ eroding 
further every year/ it’s clear as we appear/ to prove shit ain’t as it 
seems/ we seek to shatter any dreams/ of someone fuckin’ with our team/ to 
prove our reign we’ll snatch chains/ of tanks and dollar signs/  obliterate 
bad boys with one line/ as their puffed egos have no spine/ so they fold 
flat before the presence/ of those who embody hip-hop’s essance/  lessons 
from the gods/ new testament on each mic session/ we re-Fresh this Wild 
Style/ by placing the industry on trial/ the hung jury read guilty/ verdict 
stated with a smile


(RZA)
temporal mind frames/ elevated to new planes/ mysticize you like Doc. 
Strange/ calculate domain and range/ and find the point where infinity 
converges/ connect with stars; send solar surges/ from energy waves one 
element emerges/ to purge you of earthly urges/ no purchase can bring 
solace/ that’s how the devil controls us/ by searching for peace in objects 
material/ or blind faith in things ethereal/ I’m hearing you; return the 
courtesy/ it’s murder seen of innocents/ as their brains washed lathered 
rinsed/ and repeated increasingly intense/  in a sense, killing the mentals/ 
due to edicts higher than presidential/  but one factor is essential/ we 
ain’t even reached our potential/ and still left indelible marks/ in every 
urban area world-wide/ Wu cherishes our role as the guide/ to lead you out 
from the darkside/ and into the shining light/ which makes possible 3rd eye 
sight/ which transposes into mental images son/ and we’re back where we 
begun

(Cappadonna)
bust cherry heads open/ red juice/ get loose/ urban Dr. Suess/ noose around 
the neck/ we wreck these wannabees/ my man Starks rockin’ wallabees/ knees 
buckle as I chuckle/ playin’ verbal bloody knuckles/ honeysuckle scented/ 
paragraph intended/ I write provide light/ heal minds of dumb, deaf and 
blind/ rewind/ dissect discourse/ quotable in the source/ remorse; I have 
none/ serial killa with the tongue/ dart spittin’ admittin’/ poppi wardrobe 
king’ll bring/ the three ring, circus/ this work is never done/ son shine as 
you meant to/ mentals never suppressed/ rest fail when they test/  WTC be 
the best/ so know love is love/ as we elevate above/ catch wreck wit’ golden 
gloves/ peace out with the dove

(Masta Killa)
the hand of fate; Allah’s appendage/ points towards the proper path/ math 
calculates the outcome/ as predicted Wu’s come/ to reign/ drain blood from 
the veins of fools/ bathed in crimson pools/ their sins remain earthbound/ 
meaning not found in the noun/ but the verb; action taken/ those shakin’ are 
forsaken/ emmersed in the curse/ of being dumb, deaf and blind/ but as light 
is shone upon the mind/ senses can be revived/ the fates of many lives/ are 
decided in an instant/ judgement no longer distant/ prepare for the air to 
explode as the road/ much traveled/ floods into a sea of discontent/ and 
each continent crumbles like New York tenements/  peel back the seventh 
seal/ and watch the chaos abound around us/ Wu-Tang remain untouched/ while 
the rest just dust to dust

(Holocaust)
I flow like naval fleets/ each arm is an armada/ like Tribe at 12 I turn 
marauder/ even shepards turn lambs when being slaughtered/ corrotic arteries 
bleed/ as I intervieniously feed emcees/ to fatten them and feast upon 
flesh/ yellow tinted from drunken jaundice/ on this conquest due to my 
whims/ either succumb or I sever limbs/ remain intangible as apparitions/ 
you sweatin’ me more than Sahara gyms/ rims melt as each shot’s on fire/ 
hip-hop’s messiah; holy attire/ infect the world like no pathogen prior/ 
spreading through your entire empire/ dire situations as abrasions/ from 
rugged beats scab over skin surface/ so advanced de-evolution couldn’t 
reverse this/ I eliminate the living dead like recanting voodoo curses/ like 
wet nurses to baby’s cries/ my poisoned milk feeds infant minds/ mutates in 
synapses and thoughts become signs/ to impale brain cells with microscopic 
barbed spines

(Inspectah Deck)
I break beats then reassemble pieces/ never appears as patchwork thesis/ I 
seize this like golden fleeces/ but anchient armies could never cease this/ 
new releases spread like cancer cells/ answer well or face malignance/ I 
dominate like melanin with pigments/ and at the slightest show of indigence/ 
you’ll only exist as figments/ in mental patients imaginations/ cure them of 
crazed contemplations/ existence and you then lose relations/ sensation of 
emaciation/ stems from starving artist hunger/ due to pillage and plunder 
suffered under/ which stole our souls thunder/ before we ever even rolled/ 
lives sold as politicians’ dole/ and still can’t shake the hold/ form-fitted 
to the mold/ too many blindly in acceptance/ but for our decent they payin’ 
penance/ cure; I invent this through each sentence/ now deal out vengeance 
with no repentance

(Method Man)
Johnny Dangerous bust though/ dust you if that’s what I must do/ thrust two 
rust-proof swords down your throat/ swallow and slice your cords/ dark lords 
of Shaolin Island/ shit is deep and keeps on pilin’/ PLO remains wildin’/ 
verbal assassins never silent/ soundbombin’ with every comment/ more 
intricate than Shakespeare sonnets/ purgin’ your sick thoughts ‘till you 
vomit/ hit with the impact of a comet/ on it; the point I mean/ change the 
world and stay unseen/ Tical on the high side of the mean/ bring hot shit; 
still spittin’ steam/ things seem just like they ain’t/ in the paint I 
dominate/ legions of lyrics I create/ gang up on your mental state/ and give 
your brain brass knuckle beatdowns/ from the vocals of the world renown/ 
John Blaze leave headz dazed/  Wu never cease to astound

(Dom Pachino)
chargin’ through your populus/ dodgin’ bullets as I drop this/ bomb with the 
explosive power/ to level the Sears tower/ so watch for fallin’ debris/ 
expand my skills exponentially/  you seek to challenge me mentally/ your 
victory’s not meant to be/ as we switch the century/ tensions be on sharp 
edges/ so either get smoked like Benson-Hedges/ or pick your sidearm and 
join the swarm/ as we take point in the epic battle/ rattle cages; slander 
false sages/ war journals expand by 50 pages/ daily; simply entailing/ 
brutal combat that just wages/ until from the carnage a sight glorious/  as 
we emerge victorious/ and the wicked have been vanquished/ no longer causing 
our people anguish

(Killah Priest)
Like the prophet Zephaniah/ I speak of nations consumed by fire/ hip-hop if 
we don’t stop/ settling for shallow desires/ of commercialisms’ lure/ gotta 
keep the content pure/ but evils seepin’ in again/ so I play the seraphim/ 
highest order of ascension/ at the first sign of apprehension/ swing of my 
staff breaks the tension/ as the blow shatters your false pretension/ I’ll 
pull your every joint out of socket/ sink your dreams like 8-ball in corner 
pocket/ snatch your false crown and I hauk it/ slayer of the beast so I 
stalk it/ like rockets I explode skyward/ reach higher then tower of Babylon 
was built/ walk on water; sea of silt/ lean back like axis tilts/ seedlings 
wilt in these dark days/ so they photosynthesized through praise/ spiritual 
force through blood will course/ as horsemen usher in the last days

(Ghostface Killah)
Iron body wit’ the Bronze Men/ one wish genie Charles Bronson/ put an end to 
all your nonsense/ run this shit like Michael Johnson/ Ghost haunts and you 
horrified/ sodium chloride in gaping wounds/ your legacy falls like anchient 
ruins/ while Wu reigns infinite as the moon/ stars and sun / the sum; 360 
cipher/ true control grassy knoll sniper/ flow with venom of a viper/ 
hyper-active pop the ritalin/ speak and you’ll get hit again/ like leviathan 
you try to win/ but remain one of Hell’s denizens/ incision; jigsaw flesh/ 
true man through cotton mesh/  if we don’t test then button’s pressed/ and 
we evaporate to final rest/  violently; these cops be eyein’ me/ plans 
mutually known a constant threat/ risks suspected for stakes set/ snatched 
by jake I fake tourretes

(U-God)
only the essential/ revelation of potential/ kung-fu style oriental/ Wu-Tang 
hold slang credentials/ the baritone throne holder/ the tomb roll back the 
bolder/ rise surprisin’ Roman soldiers/ hyped like caffinated Folgers/ last 
time sabertooth/ this one chargin’ mastodon/ radio puttin’ wack bastards on/ 
those hungry for hip-hop be fastin’ long/ until Redemption comes/ bangin’ 
violin ‘n’ drums/ sons from Shaolin slums/ know the hood from how the air 
hums/ Wu-Tang bangin’ in every system/ pumpin’ hard like race car pistons/ 
rule the world with no resistance/ and more Clansmen we enlistin’/ fists in 
bloody grills/ win this battle of wills/ toss you sacks of trash/ off 10th 
story windowsills/ bills for services rendered/ paid off with legal tender/  
Golden Arms be long remembered/ while you fade like dying embers

(Buddah)
semi-conscious state/ which I equate to thoughts churnin'/ while the world 
keeps on turnin'/ right now, my brain's burnin'/ from the friction of ideals 
clashin'/ hate transposed with passion/ simultaneous both ends of tha 
spectrum/ section of time frozen and I’m smashin’/ as jagged shards become 
imbedded/ in every inch of skin showin’/ cursed with the blessing of 
knowin’/ why the universe stopped growin’/ and now contracts ever 
increasingly/ bound to false ideals not releasing me/ continues now until I 
cease to be/ but suffering could end easily/ conformity’s the option 
offered/ and rejected in an instant/ they mistake pride as the sentiment/ 
further proves my mindset they ain’t conceived yet/ set out and bear them no 
mind/ see indifference; you misread the sign/ rebirth of the first of it’s 
kind/ brain body soul at one time intertwined/ enlightened individual/ all 
who hear this catch residuals/ let this be a daily ritual/ and you can 
comprehend all things metaphysical