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God, Masta Killa & GZA

Logic

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En garde, I′ll let you try my Wu tang style

I'd like to try your Wu Tang style

Let′s begin, thenShaolin shadowboxing and the Wu tang sword style

If what you say is true

The Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous

Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me?

Wu Tang!

Wu Tang!

Wu Tang!

Wu Tang!

Aye yo, Wu-Tang forever

Who rhyme better?

We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever

R.I.P. O.D.B

Coming through like Killa Bee

Ever since I heard Enter the 36 in '93

You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style

I leave ′em all dismembered

Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won′t never be remembered

Not even a contender, no, pretender, best surrender

My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin′ this (Sinatra)

Yeah, we live and thorough

Assassinating every single muthafuckin' borough

From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens, the Bronx and Harlem

All the way to Maryland

Yeah, we comin′ for all 'em

Bobby Tarantino to the Digital

My shit is pivotal

Smokin′ chronic, no medicinal

Who you know assemble the Clan like Voltron?

The one and only Logic, the God, the don, I'm gone

Aye yo, Logic, what up?

We gon' let these muthafuckas try this Wu-Tang style

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, kaboom!

Guess who stepped in the room

It′s Ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more K

Intelligent brothers with nine hoods, movin′ snowflakes

Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase

Push weight, this Colgate

Tre-eights and old gates

Exfoliate those we most hate

We don't associate

We wear robes that you can′t even pronounciate

We eat foods where you can't even pronounce you ate

Cribs where the floor just rises up and rotates

Locations low-key, can′t even locate

Twin nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates

Tea making us so much cream, we bought gold plates

Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades

It gets messy underneath the dresser, the gauge

57 MB, yo, metallic green

Seats is piped off

Seize them old tracks, unite through 'em

The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on

While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on

I′m known to wil' out, put the cams on

Jewels down, the sets dip, my gems got grams on

A specialist when I'm baking

Rhymes be coming out, we making

We challenging these chumps for lumps

Here′s the statement stop hating

The crew is all about getting this cake in

You know about me, you relating

The enigma, the stigmas that the RZA and the GZA

Both lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scriptures

Mixtures of hipsters, weed smokers and beer drinkers

Prince and the Pauper, spiritual clear-thinkers

Cake in the oven, Superbad like McLovin huggin′ all four boroughs, puffin' herb with my cousin

Academically speaking, rap vocabulary′s weakenin'

I felt it comin′ like the Weeknd when these starboys start tweakin'

Sporadic pill-poppin′ of OxyContin

III-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten

The travesty-tapestry of microphone mastery has been refuted, diluted, broken down to a catastrophe

But cats still get good trophy

Hit y'all with their "Okie-dokie"

Burt Reynolds, Bandit, goddamnit

Where the fuck is Smokey Bear when you need one

I got a light-beam gun

I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can′t bleed from

But you′ll die through iniquity, plus stupidity of that trickery

My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity

You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me

Wu Killa Bee, but I'm not big on bigotry

Old-school on this track, I feel invincible

This new school ain′t really got rules and lacks the principles

Got mo' clowns than the Motown, they puttin′ critical

The gun, Smokey Robinson, you need a Miracle

Go back, homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical

When nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminal

The stats, homie, all these killas usin' subliminals

Y′all don't even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable

We're the unpredictable, torture over your physical

Drop a bar, used to pour water over the cereal

Another bar, reppin′ my squad, not individual

But one Nation under God, that′s indivisible

My time critical, hands-off from digital

Me and my lady bark, back when the Planets was Digable

I'm cool like that, my cash rule like that

I′m classic, Patti LaBelle, Voulez Vous like that

Come on

It's only Logic, we got ′em mobber than the mosh pit

Fifth Brother, INS hotter than the tropics

The hot shit I drop quick

Major player, watch my stock lift

Razor-blade sharpness regardless to whom or what

Sound boy, turn that music up

Naysayer, you ain't even got a clue what′s up

Deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy

Everything circulate back around eventually

Witty, unpredictable, talent all-natural

Gain, Wu-Tang pumping through your veins

Twenty-five years, still more of the same

The flow like water with the boilin' flame

INS, your highness, they calling my name

Boy, I wet the scene similar to falling rain

In our own lane, y'all sounding all the same

Tell ′em Wu-Tang is on your brain

Survival of the fittest in cold days with no money

They don′t want me with stacks, they better take it from me

You know the currency gone soon as you break a twenty

So I ain't down if you ain′t talking that band language

Dear Lord, I'm tryna buy me a train with it

An airplane, see me flying to Spain with it

But money don′t make me, and I ain't gonna change with it

I′m in the hood, looking good, the way I came with it

Do it for the Cs, they understood the game with it

We gave birth when we understood the pain with it

When we create wars, everybody is a gangbanger

We killing each other, but we all got the same anger

Never go against the grain, homie, that's hateful

Another day in the life for us to be grateful

Spread love, homie, yeah, get a plateful

It's better to stay full, so let′s make moves

I know your momma told you that I was a great dude

These dirty-ass cops, they kill and rape you

On some Jason shit, might Crystal in the Lake you

What? What?

They might Crystal in the Lake you

Boom bap blast′ll blow your sleeves off

Our Flashback Jacks are somethin' to feed off

Smoke and roast ya, the No.9 Potion

Pull that shit, son, we open the ocean

Who gives a fuck who′s snorting and drinking and smoking

You get killed for joking

Everybody's hoping

That′s another level of emotion

Food stamps niggas doin' grocery

Police wanna grope me perp walk

Then nigga street-talk

We bury niggas in see-saw

I carry the torch where I leave off

I′m givin' bitches something to breathe on

I rip off a shoulder to lean on

It's fair game, it′s two in a lane, she took two trains

And none of my rhymes are two and the same

Nigga get cooked on an open flame

I′ma a hillbilly, Park Hill-trained

My rhyme starts riots in the mountains

Thirty-six million and counting

The harder they come, the harder I go

Loosen up my arms, can I get comfortable?

Stay on my tip-toes, old-school, Wu B

This is a flip-phone, dude, your slips showing

Where I come from it stays snowing

The grammar is raw, I'm slamming the door

Beez bang bong in your jaw

I hit ′em in the head with the hammer of Thor

Stars and bars, makes me a general

Anything less, makes me a criminal

Gotta dig deep for these Wu-Tang minerals

G.O.D., shadowbox with the L.O.G.I.C

On the count of three, Wu-Tang

First, master your breathing

I'm mental ass-whooping,, I′m teaching when

I'm speaking I′m a champion from Brooklyn

I'm movin' super-ninjas and Shaolin executioners

Avenger, a righteous defender

A grandmaster from the 36th Chamber

Whole style is mentally strong

So strengthen your arms

To hold my microphone you need iron palms

Remain calm, just mellow out

Big wise chief Wu-Tang poison clansman from the east, yeah

Enter a world of a universal mind of one kind

A thick swarm of words that′s expressed in one rhyme

Food for thought, impossible sliders with the seasoning

Regardless, I speak logic, clear reasoning

The uncivilized, get the mineral lines, quartz

Self-directed, calculated, controlled thoughts

A point-of-view of the thinkers

Monumental architecture, amazing as the Incas

(Sinatra)

(Wu-Tang)

W.T.C., ah-ha

The faculty

Ain′t nothin' going on, don′t nothin' move

Nobody slide, you might get hurt

En garde, I′ll let you try my Wu tang style

I'd like to try your Wu tang style

Let′s begin, then

Shaolin shadowboxing and the Wu tang sword style

If what you say is true

The Shaolin and the Wu Tang could be dangerous

Do you think your Wu Tang sword can defeat me?