Whatever Happened (the Birth) Lyrics - Az

Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the niggas, in 

New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't nuttin' 

changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real 

(shit's still real)... Yo (Yo) 

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? 

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AZ: {One} 

You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen 

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

Born & destined, hands on many investments 

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

Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size 

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

Detour, poverty zone, police war 

Going 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 wit 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 

600, 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 

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Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past? 

RZA: {Two} 

Whips & full clips & pussy lips 

Rubber grips attached to hips 

Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura 

Holy Koran, sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva 

Heart is bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin' 

God look we feedin', leadin' my seeds, back to Eden 

And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches 

Who don't wash & do dish & to big for your britches 

Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress 

You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the glitches 

Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel 

Disfigure your face, you recognizin' 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, lustin' 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 

Chickenheads beg for the 9 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 muted 

Rula Zig-Zag, Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig 

We addin' more knowledge to your wig 

AZ (RZA) {sometimes overlapping each other} 

(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, you know what I'm sayin'? Get ya muscle tendered & 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