[Intro: Armel]

Uh-huh, GZA, uh, RZA, uh

[Verse 1: Armel]

Listen, if y'all can spit, we can spit, please get it together

'Cause anything you can do, I can do better

Your imagine material looks, hidin' behind hooks

Raise the fear, no one but self, who's shook?

Bring the plague like the revelations in the holy book

Who's spot youse took? Duke off the hook!

I'm from the land of the crook, life quick to end

Better known as the Brook, rather take than lend

There's a lot of wack records, but this ain't one of them

DJ's off the books, go 'head, put the gun at them

All groupie M.C.'s, I'm 'bout to start stunnin' 'em

Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em

It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go

Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow

I bet a mil' my deal, my career with no fear

That none of y'all, duke, can touch what's over here

[Chorus: GZA]

These rough cut metal tapes

Quick to break your label mates, won't hesitate

Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow right

Or fuck with me on no night

Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show tight

[Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn]

Yo, Justice, how many MCs must get pistol whipped?

Crack faces with bottles of Crys', hollow tips gobble lips

That's the penalty for poppin' that shit

Vanish in a colorless whip, bags of grip

Doo-rags and clips, tag the strip

You had the chance to advance, kid, I'm sorry for the holes in

Your hip

Son, it's the way of the street merchant, live by the laws

Die by the rules

My gleam play the part of a fool

Now hear these jewels from a wise king, see what my eyes seen

Ten year supreme, the theme, we sizzle-line and triple cream

My grip'll off that digital bream, visual scene

Roll footage on your video screen

Globe patrol, Two On Da Road, we never fold

Snub react, GZA mack eliminate tracks

Stimulate phat, Sunzini, nigga, gifted and black

Now watch me mack to the kingdom of rap

[Verse 3: 12 O'Clock]

Give me a beat, nigga dealin' battles like a thief

Done killed more niggas than Jason in part three

Stay Wu, own the graveyard and this label

Dum dums, that battle 12 O'Clock, now it's able

So what, looked up and made the bitches clap

That was because my style's clothes, not the raps

Ain't that shit, props for the clothing

Should of brought a mirror, 'cause his lyrics wasn't rollin'

My rhymes is all that and yours ain't shit

And at a party, your bitch takin' crazy flicks of me

She said I was nigga celebrity

But I'm from the slums, with the bums drinkin' Hennesey

Take a sip of some Jamaican rum

Put fire to my lung, tongue, teeth and gums

When it comes out my mouth, shit's hot and it burns

Make fools out of bitches like I'm Howard Stern

[Chorus: GZA]

These rough cut metal tapes, quick to break

Your label mates, won't hesitate

Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow right or fuck with me on no night

Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show tight

These rough cut metal tapes, quick to break

Your label mates, won't hesitate

Negotiate your table stakes, you can't flow right or fuck with me on no night

Fuck the slow light, you need to get your show tight