Whatever Happened (The Birth)

By AZ

On Pieces of a Man

Released on March 26, 1998

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[Intro: AZ]

Yeah, some Firm shit, you know what I mean?

For all the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world

Ain't nothin' changed yet, shit's still real


[Chorus: AZ]

Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash

While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass

I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past


[Verse 1: AZ]

You know the routine; fast cars, rings, get a crew scene

We true fiends, old-school style, that's how we do things

Born and destined, hands on many investments

Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence

Street wise, thirty-six waist, small feet size

The C.I.'s quick to slide off once the heat rise

Detour, poverty zone, police war

Grown through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more

Fast learner, Quiet Storm, play the back burner

Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner

Hold weight, used to rock kicks with no lace

Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate

Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive

Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit

To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone

We can zone all day long on the speaker phone

Six hundred, nine-five North, stay blunted

Stress, I came from it, sex got drained from it

The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds

To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need, indeed


[Chorus AZ]

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past


[Verse 2: RZA]

Whips and full clips and pussy lips

Rubber grips attached to hips, past the journey to the crib

The purest sickness curer, Holy Quran Sura

Leaves man to understand, I stand up a rough briva

Heart is bleeding, stress got my hairline recedin'

God degree feedin', leadin' my seeds back to Eden

And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches

Who don't wash and do dishes, too big for your britches

Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress

You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample without the glitches

Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel

Disfigure your face, you recognize him by the dental

Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat

Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he left

All he heard was the echo from the shot

Cops autopsy revealed he was stopped by the Glock

Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses

New York been infested by Bloods

Lusting for colors of red, more black lies done shed through

Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue

Boned out until we zone out, no doubt

Chicken-heads beg for the nine-inch applehead

Their legs open like Fallopian, lubricated by petroleum

Nine months later comes the ovary explosion

Bitch, you stupid, a hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it

When I reign the truth on your brain, you mute it

Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig-Zag-Zig

We addin' more knowledge to your wig


[Chorus: AZ]

Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash

While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass

I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past

[Outro: AZ & RZA]

Word up, word up

Yeah, Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece, know what I mean

Holdin' it down, stamp of approval, you know

Get ya brain washed, know what I'm sayin'

Get your muscle tendered and straight

No doubt, no doubt

Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know

The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is

Aight, Armageddon