RZA Album

[No lyrics]

(featuring Feven)

[Intro: Feven (RZA)]
Stressed out in an exclusive
(This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere, bodododododo)
Oh my God, I think I'm a havin' a rap attack

[Feven]
Go ahead and call me suburban slums of the chick
Though you don't know shit about me
Black refugee, twelve'll automatically
Shit is funny, the way you think I'm on ya money
Seein' mathematics, you think I'm makin' stacks, son
After I eat, the release hit, the more mouthes to feed
Back in Ave., countin' my gift to Gap
No shame in holdin' CREAM, but it ain't what it seems
And now I know how ya'll hate when niggas make the greens, nawhatimean?
See ya eyes bleedin' and envy Allah in Sweden
Britain Bahamans beemin' hatin' on my achievements, schemin'
And turbans, try to cause turbulence
And my essence, can't none of that shit touch my maintenance
Niggas all bling, bling, don't know how to handle the thing
It's not about how much ya earn, it's how you spend
And I choose life, before any God damn rights
Steppin' on some Satan shit, but I only fear twice

[Chorus 2X: Feven]
You on some hostile negative vibes
Negative lies, the style only makes me rise
To the top, mind states it and makes me wise
I'ma keep a step ahead and mesmurize

[Feven]
Growin' up I feel like an old soul trapped in a child's body
Mad strain on my brain but I kept most inside of me
Peeps tried to lock me out like, yeah, fun, it's for more
For sure, was a quiet type and inside a drawer
Straight outta war, couldn't ignore, scenes I was seein'
Quicker human being, part of Fam, by RZA, one would kill him
Couldn't feel him, period, had to get articulate
To express the mess, pen and paper and got blessed
Unless, I make my path straight, when I came, I ate
I be on some other shit, on the news front page
A heart filled wit rage, feel the pain after pain
Converted shit to positive things, I project on stage
Now they wanna hate on my shine, hate on my kind
Byut I know it's envy kid, I feel in my spine
Ain't nothing ya'll can say or do, to make me change my point of view
You better change ya attitude or I'mma get this bitch, son

[Chorus 2X]

[Interlude: RZA (Feven)]
This is a Wu-Tang International world premiere
(Oh my God, I think I'm havin' a rap attack)

[Feven]
My crouching tiger, gotta go hard, but still a fighter
Survivor, ya'll can keep yappin' on the cypher
I'm tighter, the son got problems facin' the facts
I'm killin' tracks, do ya own things, pick up ya acts
Matter of fact, if this is for ya'll to keep in mind
073-6291535

[RZA]
And sure ya on lead, whether ya hit this bleed
RZA ger dig äkta grejer (RZA gives you the real stuff)

[Feven]
If you ain't been through shit, how can ya know shit?
If you talk that shit, if ya get ya bones split
I been bitin' my tongue, every time I heard somethin'
But now it's on, and keep in mind where I'm from

[Chorus 2X]

[No lyrics]

(featuring Diaz, Feven & Petter)

"Down here on the ground" - ? (repeat 2X)

[Diaz]
This is not those two DJ's, not Touch, not Wop
Not that skinny bitch Cameron although she's hot
Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie
Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me
Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it down
In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound
Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways
I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway

[Petter (RZA)]
Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler
för dessa snubbars problem
jag silar snacket pÃҐ scen
det är vad dom säger när jag har gÃҐtt
vad dom skriver pÃҐ sitt nät
hur jag lät, hur jag var
vad jag sa, var jag bra
var jag keff, var jag deff
Var jag aight, var jag tight
var jag nice, var jag bajs
var jag ingenting alls
var jag kung, var jag tung
(Fuck that shit)
om du inte diggar min stil man
(Nigga, fuck that shit)

[RZA]
Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my bitch
Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck with my whip
Don't fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip
Or I might get the glock, son, and fuck with this clip
Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin'
Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's
Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline
And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians

[Feven]
Yo
Let the world witness some real shit 'bout to go down
RZA program, N.Y. mixed with Europe sound
When it's laid, history already made
We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders
Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N
Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin
In act two, this is my chance to blast thru
And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too

"Down here on the ground" - ? (repeat 4X)

[RZA]
Nigga-nigga-nigga what?
Down here on the ground, we fuck niggaz up
We break shit down, yo look

The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs
Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova
Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders
Best to back the fuck up, my mag buckin' up
The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up
Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier
Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya

[Diaz]
There's a lot of shit that separates y'all from me
I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me
If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me
A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me
I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky
Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that cock be
Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands
Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance

[Petter]
Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav
vi tar till publikhat
det är alltid likadant, hör ditt prat I publikhav
jag klarar mig själv
fixar mitt shit själv
slashar mitt shit väl
drar in cash varje kväll
ständigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikväll
gÃҐ pÃҐ scen I ett svart klädesställ
jag är som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jävla stil
jag är som en hundra formel ett, fast I en jävla bil

[Feven]
Let me bring more, spit more, kick more shit
I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on Dick
I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips
You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss that's killin' this

"Down here on the ground" - ? (repeat 6X)

(featuring Diaz)

[RZA and Diaz conversating on a boat]

[RZA]
Yeh, this some good motherfuckin weed man, fo real
Niggaz got me out here on the Norwegian sea
Yo Diaz, I'm sayin what, we gone see a whale fo real?

[Diaz] Of course, of course
[RZA] We gone do, let me see that motherfucker
[Diaz] When we get that motherfucker, kill 'em
[RZA] KILL 'em
[Diaz] We gone eat that shit
[RZA] Oh, ya'all niggaz eat whales?
[Diaz] Hell yeah

[RZA]
Nah nah, I cant, I cant kill no whales
Oh man, I heard thet were here before us man
What the fuck is that right there comin close and shit
Oh we gone se Moby Dick

[Diaz] Finn fram harpunen'a. (Find the harpoon)
[RZA]
Hey damn, hey yo, nigga, one right there
OH SHIT, OH OH, HOLD ON NIGGA HOLD ON, HOLD ON

(The beat starts)
[Diaz]
D-I-A-Z
And the R-Z-A
yo yo yo yo

I'ma turn my aim up, cause I spit overseas now
My head's supplece now, got a new rease now
I've been local, but my rep's gonna increase now
Prevent that, find ya self in a tight squeeze now
I really feel, we all need some hip-hop police now
It's all about C's now, too many MC's now
Please now listen, I'm takin somebodys place
Fuck who that be, ya'all cats can't hold it like me
Though I'm not from no famous, borough or state
I've spent years in this shit, more than eight
I'm more than great, I cross more borders than weight
I serve you 24/7, ya'all can order this shit late
And choose the language too, just go ahead
You want norwegian or the spanish row instead
Toma, para los que pueren entender (Spanish)
Til de som stÃҐr og ler, vi fÃҐr bent dem ner (norwegian)
(=For those who are standin there laughin, we bend them down)
Nei(=no), I can't compare, ya'all shit this hot
Ya'll can't flow like Diaz, or make peace like RZA

[Chorus][RZA]
Ta ra ratta Ta ra ra ratta
Yo, yo
We like to get, get high
Chase ????, chop
Ski, feel the breeze
Y'all cant fuck with this cat from the northeren sea

[Diaz]
Heard ya'all Mc's talk alot, let's get back to this
I dont know if ya know this, but ya facts are twist
Up and coming motherfuckers just act as if
What they need to learn about is what practice is
Ya'all should get a teacher, who you lack is Chris
It be funny to see how you react to this
I'm like that +Activist+, I run up with bombs
While screamin 'fuck rap', with C-4 in both palms
I keep spittin after I blew off both arms
RZA came through, I'm used to flow over tarms
Beef that is, I'm tryin to reach these kids
Go head to head with these labels, beat their bids
Do whatever it taes, I never shit slide
Bout to switch on they ass like Jekyll to Hyde
Nobody takes me for a ride, put it to side
That's not an option, time for me to go outside
Hard to knock loose, cool with that much pride
God's my witness, I dont got too much to hide
That wasent the truth, Virgin Mary would I cry?
Peeped it with closed gates and I've would've fried

[Chorus]

We like to get, get high
Smoke, smoke, lah, lah
Trees, and feel the breeze
Y'all cant fuck with this cat from the northeren sea

I might, get my, my big, big G-A-T
And start the squeeze, 16 shots at you crab MC'z

Nigga, we can get high, high
Chase ????, chop
Ski, feel the breeze
Y'all cant fuck with this cat from the northeren sea

I might get, get my, my big
And squeeze 16 at you ????? rappers wanna touch my team

Nigga, we smoke, smoke lah, lah
Can, can get, get high
Ski, feel the breeze
Y'all cant fuck with this cat from the northeren sea

{*airplane takes off*}

[No lyrics]

(featuring Ghostface Killah & Saian Supa Crew)

[Intro: Sly the Mic Buddah]
Aww, hey, c'est le Saian, Saian, Supa Saian, Supa Saian
Got my homie DJ Love, Saian, got my homie, represents, Saian
Sly the Mic Buddah, Saian, ya'll did did that

[Ghostface Killah]
This is Ghostface Bakery, ya'll ain't cake to me
Pushin' cocaine, Whitehorse in the city
Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie
Spazzed out, grab a white bitch by her titties
Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol, leave you cripple if you lyin', B.
Tickle the butter soft nipples on the side of me
So muthafucka, let me slow that flow down
And bang an ol' mighty hammer like Joe Brown
Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound
Put a phat leather head to bed like night gowns
If ya'll wit me then build, shorty, brothers is real
We true dons, makin' glass on the cash is on
Get my head right and smash yours moms, kid
So chose me, the bitch greased my palms

[Feniksi]
I'm comin' from Paris city
I'm on the residence, so don't shit on me
Like Kool G. Rap I got the Ill Street Blues
You loose, you can rich them out of my shoes
Baby, me and my Crew, we comin' your way
Saian Supa do it everyday, all day (everyday, all day)
Don't fight (don't fight), just see the light (see the light!)
Wit the sound, RZA, will make it all right

[RZA]
BOODOODOODOODOO
Grey Goose wit cranberry
The raspberry bikini on honey wit the black berry
Had my eyes bulgin', plus my pants bulgin'
Ready for indulgence, long stroke compulsions
I'm lookin' for devotion, slow motion
Tropical potions, Sun and body lotions
Sex on the ocean, nine inch explosions
Had me frozen like the icicle
Big legs like she ride bicycle
Shorty beefcake known to make my knees shake
Sweepstakes, first day at the cheesecake
Factory, Tony Starks in back of me
Sippin' on pina coladas, twistin' Daquiris
The gold lion is known to hold iron
Rings stuffed with diamonds, Bobby and Supa Saian

[Sly the Mic Buddah]
Saian, move it on your left
Saian, bring da muthafuckin' ruckus
C'est l'Saian, Saian, Saian, Supa

[Vicelow]
Ya fight le son est fat, à qui la faute? SAIAN
Vu les statistiques de gars qui veulent test'
Et qu'ont du mal à tater l'esthétique
Je me dois de les rendre statiques
S-s c'est qui coq?
Quiconque qui veut jouer le coq
Je vaut mille Rocky au mic jusqu'à Milwaukee
J'lache du lest donc j'attends qu'on me lache de l'estime
Voici l'homme de l'est avec sa dream team
Tisse sa toile comme Lady Laystee autour des wistitis

[Sir Samuel]
Pas de mc de bas niveau, v'là du nouveau
Fout tout le reste dans le caniveau
Bousille pas ton cerveau car les ondes sont gravés
Et tu décale ta sono, abattez mes rivaux
Et t'as peur de rencontrer le reste du commando,
Ensemble ou en solo
KLR nous unis, veille sur nous depuis là haut

[Leeroy Kesiah]
J'débarque sur le projet, j'te baise ou j'grave
Écartes ton gros der, tes grosses fesses
RamÃЁnes tes grosses lÃЁvres, j'te le donne en conseil
Pas des grosses mÃЁres, des grosses maîtres
ÃЂ l'aise poses ta grosse tÃЄte
Pas de proverbe mais ne cause pas trop prenne de gros projets
Pas la prochaine
ProjÃЁtes de gros piÃЁges dans les gros siÃЁges
ProtÃЁges ton fausse air, sans faucettes j'te possÃЁde
J'te fais une grossesse, pas de problÃЁme
J'te laisse en chaussettes, j'te crochÃЁtes
J'ten parle en prochaine en prochaine lettre
Je matte les prophÃЁtes

[Sly the Mic Buddah]
Saian, à dieu mon gros
Saian, c'est ca
C'est l'Saian, vas-y mon nig
Saian, c'est l'Saian
Saian, c'est l'Saian
Saian, c'est Supa
C'est l'Saian, New York City
Saian, 36 Records

(featuring Bams & U-God)

[Chorus: Bams]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala

[Bams]
Tu peux...Avoir confiance en moi?
Dure à croire, essaye et tu verras
Facile que de m'imaginer interprétant la bonne, la conne, la site, la none
Je te veux et c'est dans la peau de...
Qui tu veux, quand tu veux et ce mÃЄme oÃ№ tu veux
Un problÃЁme la police?
Pas encore la milice? Mal au cul?
T'énerves pas, t'fatigues pas, l'assurance ton manqué
Le parquet tribunal, S.O.S Bams
Ton meilleur alibi? C'est moi...
Prof, parent, patron, famille, mÃЄme ton/ta meilleur(e) ami(e), S.O.S Bams c'est moi
Moment difficile de vivre?
Tap tendu? j'ai rien entendu, Christ
De nerfs à éponger? J'peux traîner, transporter, te transformer
Psychologue, techno, neuro, anthropologue, mettez-en monologue
Freeze, please, grille
Cependant, je tiens à vous faire remarquez
Que je ne lÃЁche ni les foufs et ne donne pas mon pull

[CHorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala (please, tends l'oreille)
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala

[Bams]
Je peux ÃЄtre rigolote, sote, molle, shlack
Je débouche en trois quatre...
Bouteilles de Pinard, petit veinard, dans mes pares de sourires
De la joie, des drames, du bounce Bams, casse, j'chasse
Les frontiÃЁres en terre, s'il te faut faire les mers hamster
Je te joigne toutes les chiasses
Je guéris la disgrace, outre passe le bien souvent mes droits
Par devoir c'est mon choix, je zappe
Zzzzzzz!, je pique!, zzzzzzzzz!
S'il le faut t'allumes le clep
Je pilotes jusqu'à la jeep de Fly (Ouuuuuu!)
Survoles tous les stéréotypes (Ouuuu!), mes yeux des télescopes
Magnéto, je te grille en flagrant déli, chef d'état je t'attaques, te balance
Beep beep beep...
Interpole, Chirak, Bush, Milozhévoche et autres tÃЄtes de liste, des hauts
salauds, pression zévra!!
Qui? Mieux que nous peut dénoncer dans la faille?
Le feuille et la bonne humeur, solidaire et de douleur au pubis
Que vive mes soeurs et frÃЁres, amen!
This habit is strange? so you can range me
C'est clair on ne partagera jamais la mÃЄme chambre, à Dieu

[Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala (please, tends l'oreille)
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala (aller regardes,écoutes)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala (vite je tire)
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala

[U-God]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo
It be the Wu-Gambinos, flurry don't stop
You die and scream, I'm the cherry on top
Scary are cops cuz I carry the glock
Look up at my eye boy, dare my to pop
Hand me my Scotch, Scotch on the rocks
100,000 rocks for my ghetto blocks
Killin' flo' level the spillin' won't stop
Buildin' more treble 'til I fill in my slot
I want my props, I need the shit
In the spotlight cuz I'm lethal kid
Cockblockin' niggaz make the needle skip
Knock out the biggest when you see me flip
All on the corner, Desert Eagle grip
Get the benchwarmers and you see who flip
Yes the white star with the see-thru chipped
Sunday night permorfance when you see who hits
Bless my endurance, he who gets
Lambor' dick ride, don't ever ever quit
You say tomato I say to-motto
You say potato I say po-tawto
You say today and I say tomorrow
Some say it's mixed and I saw Milano

[Bams]
Freeze, please, grille...
Cependant...

[Chorus]
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-lalalalalala-la-la-la-la-lala
Laaaaaaaaaaaaa-la-la-la-la-lalala-la-la-la-la-lala

[Kung Fu sample]
Why?!?! {*grunting and sounds of fighting*}

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

(featuring IAM)

[Intro: Freeman, (RZA)]
Yeah, Yeah!
Dans l'monde
Comme aux premiÃЁres rencontres
On finira seul au poste de lui qui a pour/contre
(The maker, the owner
The creator of the planet Earth
And the father of civilization
The god of the Universe)
Dans l'monde
Comme aux premiÃЁres rencontres
On finira seul au poste de lui qui a pour/contre
(Allah is the one
Never gonna find another like that, nowhere)
Seul au poste de lui...
(Word!)

[Shurik'n]
J'sais qui va r'tentir avant d'repentir lors du dernier round
Un sac de croix sur l'dos j'affronte ces foudres prÃЄt à en découdre
Tout blanc vÃЄtu, moi le sale noir, l'esprit nue
Seul sur le ring sous le sol spacial, entends la cloche fatale
Quand les anges ont la dale, c'est mieux qu'un blanc qui sale
Ca fait un bail que j'danse avec l'espoir
Faut que j'sorte du bétail oÃ№ j'traine ma vie animale
Outre les raisons, seul dans les choix et actions
Et trop de souvenirs en tÃЄte, est-je pris les bonnes décisions?
C'est dans la pulsion souvent qu'jai choisi la friction
Mais bon... Franchement ya des cons sur Terre qui méritent sanction
Et tout ce que j'aurais pu dire et faire, ouais je sais j'espÃЁre
Veinement qu'les impairs y'a que moi qui va devoir les payer
Et j'ai bien essayer, tu peux me rayer d'ta liste si ça t'plais
Et si tu laisses en fait les mÃЄmes parfaits, ton peuple il va faire les jetés
Ni l'moins bon, ni l'meilleur vécu à cent à l'heure
La peur sur le front, le coeur qui fait front comme mon pÃЁre le fit
L'Nez collé à l'envie, j'ai fais ce qui fallait
J'te le dis en face, c'était ca ou m'affolé
On peut pas toute sa vie cavaler au campement
Rémy désolé, je suis c'que j'ai fais
Et si c'est pas c'qui fallait, Seigneur fallait pas m'provoquer

[Freeman]
Hey hey, seul face à lui
Dans la vie à la mort, on s'donne
Pas de fausses tonnes
Tout s'échelonne pour finir quand l'heure sonne
La grÃўce reste le prÃЄt, c'est pas le souci dans la zone
Je sais d'oÃ№ vienne mes chromosomes
Devant la question éternelle d'lhomme: Qui nous sommes?
Dis leur qu'on est le peuple d'celui qui a croqué la pomme
On finira par un décompte
Au delà d'l'univers et ca le monde le sait
Là oÃ№ la vie est cadenassée, PÃЁre

[Hook: IAM, (RZA)]
On sera seul face à lui
(You can't escape fate, Allah be the maker, bow down to your creator)
Tout seul face à lui
(Put your wicked heart on the scale, you melt like a snow flake in hell)
Seul face à lui
(Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no disgiue, no alibis and no lies)
Tout seul face à lui
(You realize every breath you took it came from the most High)

[Akhénaton]
Ma premiÃЁre clope, j'lai fumé en traitre
D'une traite, dans une punÃЁbre
J'ai mÃЄme pas aimé, quelle merde
Pourquoi j'lai fais? je l'ignore
Faut qu'ca serve comme ÃЄtre célÃЁbre
Putain, tu crois pas que c'tait mieux ÃЄtre bon élÃЁve?
Avec une crÃЁve deux ans dans les dortoirs, premier coeur j'crÃЁvre
Histoire comme les autres, brÃЁve
Debout dans les piqués de grÃЁve
ÃЂ cette époque ma mÃЁre vit ses rÃЄves
Le syndicat est puissant et à la une des prÃЁves
Et aprÃЁs quoi? Ils se sont tous taillés comme des lÃўches
Se sont couvert de la misÃЁre dans les flashs
Maman r'viens sur Terre
Ici merde c'est chacun sa ganache
Excuses moi pour ma scolarité à l'arrache
Accroches mon coeur dans l'cadre
Et mon r'gard sévÃЁre s'évade
Comme Jules se tire dans le back dans monade et sérade
La vie c'est grave me laisse indifférent, maintenant cest grave
Dans un arbre prosse l'ail nos initiales s'gravent
Mes amours, c'est ma main que j'tends
Attrapez la sans dire non, on perd déjà trop d'temps

[Freeman]
On joue tous les mÃЄmes scÃЁnes, les mÃЄmes peines
Restez fort quand les difficultés d'te voir caller
Crie ou implore
C'est comme un implant qui tient l'bon chemin de haut
Alors que rien se tient, seul l'instein pousse nos limites
Excuse, y'en a pas mal qui imite, chacun son sort, chacun ses rites
Chacun sa cause, fuck les antisémites
Je dois rien à personne à part au Seigneur
Et c'qu'il emporte, faut l'gérer
Chaque cellule grise part pas
Mais pour ÃЄtre jugé dans c'monde
Pourtant j'rÃЄve de liberté dans c'monde
Ceux qui dirigent, c'est la minorité
Les femmes qui aiment faire ce spécial pour les deux pour, crient trop
Là-bas y'aura pas d'blancs ni d'negros
You know?

[indecipherable sample]

[Hook: IAM, (RZA)]
On se trouvera seul face à lui
(The lie shatter, no computer data, only truth matter)
Tout seul face à lui
(Every step you take, every breath you take, every move you make)
Seul face à lui
(You can't escape fate, Allah be the maker, bow down to your creator)
Tout seul... face à l'unique
(Tout seul you IAM)
IAM

[RZA]
Who put the sun in the sky?
Who causes the birds to fly?
Who put the light in the eyes?
Who's the answer to why?
Every step you take, every breath you take
Every move you make, the most High create
No computer data, the lie shatter, only truth matter
I use the verbal gun of Allah to shoot at ya
I self lord and master of I-slam
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah and IAM, IAM, IAM, IAM, IAM

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

[Chorus/Intro: 2X]

Hook (2x):
Sékou: Is the Black Star Line-up
Afrob: Der Black Star Reimer
Sékou: In case y'all forgot
Afrob: Here is your reminder

[Chorus] (2x)

[Verse: Afrob]
Wer versteht etwas, von dem was ich sage?
Keiner von euch Lutschern, denn ihr seid nicht in der Lage
Du verstehst nicht was ich mein, ich versteh nicht deine Frage
Bin halt so frustriert, weil ich meine GrÃјnde habe
Sag was tut dir weh und verursacht bei dir Schmerzen?
Tief in deinem Herzen, deine Jungs sind oft die ersten
Reden Ãјber dich und woll'n sich's aber nicht verscherzen
Auf einmal siehst du klar und diese Tage sind am schwersten
Um mich 'rum ist eine Sperre, Mauern dick und Stacheldraht
Kehr mein Inneres nach auÃџen, Negerkrause, Stachelbart
Versteh' mal einen Bruder ohne 'ne einzige Kommune
Ist auf sich allein gestellt, wie ein Fang an der Harpune
Eines wusst' ich, wenn bei dir der Frust spricht
Intellektuelle machen sich gern drÃјber lustig
Dreh noch meine Runden, spiel mir "Sehe-das-was-du-nicht-siehst"
Lese das, was du nicht liest
Hol dich aus deim' Paradies
Arroganz, denn ÃŒberheblichkeit, meine Wenigkeit
FÃјr gewöhnlich ziemlich cool, doch damit komm ich eh nicht weit
Schau wir Leute sind verschieden
Ich brauch' nicht dein Respekt, wenn's so wäre wÃјrd' ich lÃјgen
Du kannst es dreh'n und wenden, wir kommen niemals auf den Nenner
Warum musst du soviel reden, komm wir regeln das wie Männer
Tief in mir drin will ich eigentlich was anderes
Tief in mir drin bin ich eigentlich ein anderer
Ein Wanderer, und leiste ungern Widerstand
Es gab so viele Battles, wo man niemals einen Sieger fand

[Hook] (2x)

[Outro]

[Chorus] (4x)

(featuring Xavier Naidoo)

[Intro: RZA]
You know they say
In every man's life, there comes a time
When you get struck by the arrow of cupid
By the love of God, or the beauty of a woman
Sometimes this love, brings thunder into your life
And it brings the storm, sing about it

[Xavier Naidoo]
There was once a love in this
Love is more than just a kiss
Will we take you to that step
Will we do more than just connect
And will you, bring the thunder in my life
And the fire in my eyes
Cause then there, will be days of pleasure when
Everything far will be so near

[Hook: Xavier Naidoo (woman)]
I have never felt thunder (thunder)
And lighting (lightning) like this
I have never been struck by (struck by)
A wonder (a wonder) like this

[Xavier Naidoo]
There aren't days where I can, stop talking about you
There aren't days I can't stop, saying your name
And I'm looking for ways in never, to part from you, ha-ha
And everything change and you, still stayed the same

[Chorus 4X: Xavier Naidoo]
I've never seen, and there's never been
Anything, with the beauty of you

[RZA]
Yo, yo, yo
Aiyo, shorty, I've never met someone so beautiful
From your hair follicle to your finger nail cuticle
Struck by the arrow of cupid, this love is deep rooted
Like someone, took my heart sampled it and looped it
To a song that's endless, passion brings the tempest
I'll slay a thousand dragons to save my little princess
A walking gift from God, you are my shining star
The diamonds and gold that most men be mining for

[Xavier Naidoo]
Days that we shared our light treasures
The treasure light fire is to mankind
My hands will try to carry you to heaven
But since I've seen you, you've brought heaven to my mind

[Chorus 4X]

(featuring Blade, Mr. Tibbs, Skinnyman & Tim Westwood)

[Intro: Tim Westwood (Mr. Tibbs) {Skinnyman} ]
Yo this is Westwood
I'm at Radio 1 just doin' my thing tonight
And just walked into this studio some of the hottest UK cats out there
My man Skinnyman {Woah, woah}, Blade
And Mr. Tibbs what's the deal? What you got for me?
{Yeah we got ya the new banger Tim straight from RZA
Straight from the Wu-Tang}


(Yeah representin' live all my UK hip hop heads in the North Side, el tarno)
Down it's gonna bang in ya face, lets go

[Skinnyman (RZA)]
Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless
Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes
My God given talent is all that I can do best
Keep spittin' over these tracks and leavin' you blessed
So who requested my time on the set
Skinnyman's what you get, so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
Ya best upthreat cuz it gets better yet
I'm that deft intellect, them boy they don't pent
So who requested Wu-Tang on the set (it's the RZA)
What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet
We'll never let anybody else step
Or ever come with anything less for what you'd expect
If you pass me the mic then I'll gladly accept
I'll take it to the street, show you how rough it can get
Cuz everybody knows this rappin' thing isn't happenin'
Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again
Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again
Then we break it down then just deal with the matter then
So how you'd think a British ghetto youth feels
He can't get a record deal but he can get drugs to deal
He can't get a job but he can go for rob and steel
Lookin' for a mill' while you screamin' "keep it real!"
So I'll just stand here with this mic that I hold
Request the higher force to sweep over my soul
So I can fulfill my dream, go for my goals
I'm sick of spendin' every late night out of role

[Chorus: RZA]
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade makes the party bza Boing, Boing

[Blade]
Calm but still merciless, rugged on impact
Explosive, leavin' nuttin' but rubber with a spinback
Snap a photo with your camera, capture the stamina
Hand it to a amature, show him how to damage a
Live set, make him feel the full effect
And yet still make it hard to detect and what's left?
Four men remain standin' like Gladiators
When the dusk clears nuttin' for the average ears
For years its been the same with minds of the artillery
God forgave us all for the merciless delivery
Holdin' the tools of the trade with a death grip
Rememberin' the times when nothin' was right, we was desperate
Dreams blown to smithereens, turned into nightmares with screams
There's a world of CREAM
If all goes correct we can stash supreme
Feed the fiend cuz that's the way it was meant to have been
You should of seen the comin', the language is universal
One time perfect attack with no rehearsal
Shook the Earth for what it's worth
You're in danger of a takeover, and it's analysed as global
We can find them whatever your predictions
Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons
It might be hard to believe
We invade, we conquer and lead

[Chorus: RZA]
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing

[Mr. Tibbs]
I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature
Cuz even though it's fuck free, it's all about the paper
I love to live expensive, smoke like I'm in Jamiaca
Even when I'm broke I think I'm like but a creater
Avoids the green, even from my early teens
???????? in need of CREAM seen (seen)
But then I had a dream 'bout bein' the best rapper
But that ain't what it seems, next chapter
That's spreadin' the word
Inspiration from the hurb is what you hear when I got heard
I sat back and observed most of the men that shined before me
All that respect, keeper know 'nough of them will bore me
Singin' the same story, I'm better than you
And to tell you the truth most of them men are shut fools
We asked them in the struggle to make ends meet
That's why I told these MCs that talk is cheap
You might think you know Tibbs, you don't know me
Unless you walk my streets and talk to my peeps

[Chorus: RZA]
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, bza Boing, Boing

[RZA]
With your high pitched face like eye liner
If the black gat bust you get struck by the side winder
You can't block and stop it when I spotted
I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit
Aimin' at the top fighter
Who I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark the lighter
And set flames to the sky, we aim high
The baseline kick like the kid from Shang-Hi
Make your bubble bust, cuddle up from the rubble thrust
You'se will have the double juice duck, then I doubled up
To the double four, puddles pour from ya bum bot
Open swords can't be cured by the blood clot
Ya bum bastards, son I come classic
Frame won't last the length of my matchstick
Drunk off the Hennessey V.S. stop the B.S.
I'm still off to catch the CREAM like P.S.
Jake was makin' that green
People always say what the hell does that mean

[Chorus: RZA]
With Skinny man he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bza Blade he makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing
Skinnyman make the party Boing, a bza Boing, Boing
Blade make the party bza Boing, Boing
Mr. Tibbs he makes the party Boing, Boing
Bob Digi makes the party Boing

[No lyrics]

(featuring Frankie Hi NRG)

[Frankie Hi NRG]
Ciao, ciao, ciao
Caro RZA qui la storia ÃЁ tesa
Potersi esprimere sta diventando un'impresa, o meglio
Poterlo fare liberi da vincoli politici
Senza assecondare orrendi gusti estetici
Appena fuori standard ti senti solo dire
Di essere troppo all'avanguardia e quindi incollocabile
Fuori tempo minimo per essere comprensibile
Condannato alla gavetta eterna a raccattare briciole
Per semplice che sia RZA mio, credimi
Sono anni che va avanti questo gioco degli screditi
Dei titoli assegnati senza meriti
Da chi il fischio d'arbitro la vinto ad una lottery
Troppi incompetenti nelle posizioni cardine
Troppe le barriere che si alzano ad un ordine
Troppi quei sorrisi a mascherare I modi barbari
Troppe le energie necessarie ad esser liberi

[Chorus: Frankie Hi NRG - repeat 2X]
-Carta e penna e poco piÃ№-
Basta poco per resistere!
-Carta e penna e poco piÃ№-
Basta un attimo a desistere!
-Carta e penna e poco piÃ№ per stare a galla-
E questo basta!

[Frankie Hi NRG]
Prima che I teppisti dell'estetica istigati dall'istinto
Si insinuano negli intestini artistici di direttori stitici
Avanzano con moti di rivolta peristaltici
Risalgono alla volta dello stomaco
Altamente indigeribili si insediano
Aprendo ulcere profonde come gole
Urlandoci parole fino a farle traboccare
Volando in un conato salvatore a metà della riunione
Ma dimmi, ti pare giusto RZA? Che si debba fare questa cosa
Ogni volta che uno si riposa?
Dopo aver provato a dare il meglio
Dopo avere fatto un altro figlio
Vederselo strappare da chirurghi dilettanti allo sbaraglio
Che se commettono uno sbaglio capita
Fanno una modifica e il tempo si decapita
Non versano una lacrima, bacio all'anima
Avanti il prossimo

[Chorus] - 2X

{*RZA's scratches on the verse "Carta e penna e poco piÃ№ per stare a galla"*}

[Outro: Frankie Hi NRG]
Tutti identici
Similissimi
Li guardi da vicino e ti sorridono
Poi ti mordono... e ti risputano
Li vedi bene bene
Ti fanno stare bene bene
Fino quando gli conviene
Tutti uguali

{*Sound of a plane's landing*}

[No lyrics]