[Intro: RZA]
You got the RZArectah inside your sector
DJ Lethal
[Chorus: RZA & Ras Kass]
Ayo, what's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up?
What's up? What's up? what's up?
That's what's up though
Yoyo, what's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up?
Goin' up like a Tuesday, like the national debt
Goin' up like departing flights like the passengers set
Private like [?], the cost of education
Puffin' moon rocks, this is constant elevation
[Verse 1: Ras Kass]
Rappers be walkin' under dark clouds on sunny days
Waitin' for the guillotine to drop on they dummy ways
This climate change, the axe game
Givin' neuro CAT scans, hot like Griselda Blancos
Mopeds shootin' movies from the back, man
Or watchin' Indy 500 cars crash on the they dash cam
High smoke [?] into backy
My cousin fantasize of flippin' chickens like [?]
AT&D build too damn high
[?] cables should be convicted of war crimes
So fuck a band that's in strip club
I'd rather put a grand on my niece tuition
Young niggas sip bub, walk out and get zipped up
RIP in the hood is like the T-shirt printers get love
Suicider, I breathe deeper that scubadiver
The type of nigga to one-night stand with my Uber driver
The coolest rider who inspired niggas whole style
You forgot, I convene so foul
But God is good all the time
So I'm good all the time as I should all the time
The Holy Trinity like limelight to NYC
Church to the hottest club to a mall
I'm all three and that's crazy like pucky monkey baby
'Cause this is what you made me
[Chorus: RZA & Ras Kass]
Yoyo, what's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up?
What's up? What's up? what's up?
That's what's up though
Yoyo, what's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up?
Goin' up like a Tuesday, like the national debt
Goin' up like departing flights like the passengers set
Private like [?], the cost of education
Puffin' moon rocks, this is constant elevation
[Verse 2]
I'm the best ever, no disrespect to the greats
But I ain't get in this game for second place
(Up down) To my big homies I give thanks
Skills cultivated since '88
And I remember 360 waves, when niggas had tails that they braided in the back
101 fades and they scrap back-to-back, escalated to the gat
Used to drink silver Saturn, graduated to [?]
Givin' my homies dap, a lot of them gone now
Seem like a lot of bitch niggas is home now
Bobby McFerrin, I "Don't worry"
I rhyme like '94 Keith Murray mixed with Steph Curry
Golden state warrior on a blessed journey
All I need is opportunity and a fresh attorney
Some sick hackers to get these algorithms workin' for me
The whip horsepower, Kentucky Derby
Hooks down, Los Angeles up
My niggas dabbin' at the cannabis cup
You claim that you the man but you got mannequin nuts
Smooth as Ken doll, we stay on till like pinball
[Chorus: RZA & Ras Kass]
What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up?
What's up? What's up? what's up?
That's what's up though
Yoyo, what's up? What's up? What's up? What's up?
What's up?
What's up? What's up? What's up?
Goin' up like a Tuesday, like the national debt
Goin' up like departing flights like the passengers set
Private like [?], the cost of education
Puffin' moon rocks, this is constant elevation
[Outro: RZA]
Ayo, what's up? What's up? What's up?
I'm rockin' with the god right here on Soul On Ice Number 2
Doin' what he do best, spittin' those crazy lyrics over those rugged beats
Ayo, Ras, let's keep splashing them, God
Bong!