Da Mystery Of Chessboxin' Lyrics - Enter The Wu-tang (36 Chambers) - Wu-tang Clan

{The game of chess, is like a swordfight 

You must think first, before you move 

Toad style is immensely strong 

And immune to nearly any weapon 

When it's properly used, it's almost invincible} 

Raw Imma give it to ya, with no trivia 

Raw like cocaine straight from Bolivia 

My hip hop will rock and shock the nation 

Like the emancipation proclamation 

Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead 

You might as well run into the wall 

And bang your head 

I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' 

I'm makin' devils cower 

To the caucus mountains 

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Well I'm a sire, I set the microphone on fire 

Rap styles vary, and carry like Mariah 

I come from the Shaolin slum 

And the isle I'm from 

Is comin' through with nuff niggaz 

And nuff guns 

So if you wanna come sweatin' 

Stressin' contestin' 

You'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection 

Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk 

Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk 

A man vexed 

Is what the projects made me 

Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me 

Steamrollin' niggas like a eighteen wheeler 

With the drunk driver drivin' 

There's no survivin' 

Photos 

Ruff like Timberland wear, yea 

Me and the clan 

And, yo, the landcruisers out there 

Peace to all the crooks 

All the niggaz with bad looks 

Bald heads, braids, blow this hook 

We got chrome teks, nickel plated macs 

Black ac's, drug dealin' styles in phat stacks 

I only been a good nigga for a minute though 

'Cuz I got to get my props, and win it, yo 

I got beef wit commercial ass niggaz with gold teeth 

Lampin' in a Lexus eatin' beef 

Straight up and down don't even bother 

I got forty niggaz up in here now 

Who kill niggaz fathers 

My peoples, are you with me? 

Where you at? 

(In the front, in the back killa bees on attack) 

My peoples, are you with me? 

Where you at? 

(Yeah yeah) 

(Smokin' meth hittin' cats on the block with the gats) 

Here I go, deep type flow 

Jacques Cousteau could never get this low 

I'm cherry bombin' shits, boom 

Just warmin' up a little bit, umm hmm 

Rappinin' is what's happenin' 

Keep the pockets stacked and then 

Gands clappin' and 

At the party when I move my body 

Gotta get up, and be somebody 

Grab the microphone put strength to the bone 

Duh, duh, duh, enter the Wutang zone 

Sure enough when I rock that stuff 

Huff puff, I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff 

Rough, kickin' rhymes like Jim Kelly 

Or Alex Haley I'm a m' Beetle Bailey rhymes 

Comin' raw style, hardcore 

Niggaz be comin' to the hip hop store 

Comin' to buy grocery from me 

Tryin to be a hip hop MC 

The law, in order to enter the Wutang 

You must bring the old dirty bastard type slang 

Represent the GZA, Abbot, RZA, Shaquan, Inspecta Deck 

Dirty hoe gettin' low wit' his flow 

ducin' the ghostface killer 

No one could get illa 

My peoples, are you with me? 

Where you at? 

(In the front, in the back killa bees on attack) 

My peoples, are you with me? 

Where you at? 

(Smokin' meth hittin' cats on the block with the gats) 

Speakin' of the Devil psych 

No it's the God, get the shit right 

Mega Trife and, yo, I killed you in a past life 

On the mic while you was kickin' that fast shit 

You renegged tried again, and got blasted 

Half mastered ass style mad ruff task 

When I struck I had on Tims and a black mask 

Remember that shit? I know you don't remember Jack 

That night yo I wuz hittin like a spiked bat 

And then you thought I was bugged out, and crazy 

Strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy 

Yo, nobody budge while I shot slugs 

Never shot thugs, I'm runnin' with thugs that flood mugs 

So grab your eight plus one, start flippin' and trippin' 

Niggaz is jettin' I'm lickin' off son 

(Wutang, Wutang, Wutang, Wutang) 

{Wutang is immensely struck} 

Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty 

What justifies the homicide, when he dies? 

In his own iniquity it's the 

Master of the mantis rapture comin' at cha? 

We have an APB on an MC killer 

Look like the work of a master 

Evidence indicates that's it's stature 

Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture 

The flow changes like a chameleon 

Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger 

This technique attacks the immune system 

The styles like alive paralyzin' the victim 

You scream, as it enters your bloodstream 

Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain 

Movin' on a nigga with the speed of a centipede 

Or ninja any motha fuckin' contender 

My peoples, are you with me? 

Where you at? 

(In the front, in the back killa bees on attack) 

My peoples, are you with me? 

Where you at? 

(Smokin' meth hittin' cats on the block with the gats) 

{Immune to nearly any weapon 

When it's properly used, it's almost invincible 

Toad style is immensely strong 

And immune to nearly any weapon 

When it's properly used, it's almost invincible 

It's properly used}