Six Directions Of Boxing Lyrics - Wu-tang Clan

When I'm locked down I use Tim's as my shower slippers 

I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers 

In the basement, hard-body power lifters 

I crush sour in the sifter 

see how I lift her 

Universal God, I stay scientific 

The kid with the Golden Arms, 

Iron Fisted 

Stay Asiatic, so cinematic 

Noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics 

It's hood politics that bring the hunger back 

I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack 

Check the catalog, put out a hundred packs 

Watch for drug sniffing dogs, they coming from the back 

I'm straight thunder clap, 

the funky drummer's back 

It's pure Dopium, 

give 'em a heart attack 

I stay stacking plaques like ancient artifacts 

Joe Namath in the game, I'm the quarterback 

Eight balls of coke, 

blunt to the greenery 

Pounds in the trunk get you a concrete scenery 

Handmade ox'll get you dumped in the mess hall 

Snitch niggas run to C.O.'s to confess all 

This is street knowledge, knowledge I screw college 

Like a speech from the GZA, sharp like the RZA 

Don't run with a scissor, 

nigga the truth is the 

Truth, now I'mma drop a few jewels in the booth 

Used to boot crack, stuff 'em inside a tennis ball 

Ans throw it when they rushing the block, 

trust no cops 

Driving around with two mitts in my socks 

Cooked coke gon' get you in more trouble than money 

Don't crawl through dust juice, 

the pigs is hungry 

You think they ain't watching? They watching while you uptown coppin' 

Back home, while you're cooking and chopping 

They scheming the block, waiting to get it popping 

He had a sword and an axe with cuts 

Under a road that was woven from silver and gold, waxed it up 

His army was so great to quarantine 

His crops and livestock boost the economy 

Many would travel by boat to see him 

His image don most schools and coliseums 

A merchant, hustle those silk and velvets 

Portrait illuminated when the torch was well-lit 

Picture so beautifully painted that 

One thought it would breathe or move cause it would leave a mood 

Or energy 

you see his wife practiced Yoga 

Made herbal enhancers that had saved the soldiers 

Guard the treasures in the chambers, halls and vaults 

Well-prepared for all assaults 

Heavy guarded village 

Armed with the sharpest weapons designed to pierce and cause blood spillage 

From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime 

See Allah Just granted permission for my position 

Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive cycle 

Slinging dimes, losing time, doing hard time 

Teaching y'all mathematically, come see 

The epitomy of what you wanna be - emcee 

My semi-auto gun ran 'em totally at the sound clash 

The mic touched, dance mashed up, pounds of the best 

Green glass bottles of don, I sip the liquor slow 

Flow so devastating when I go solo 

Even when I'm dolo, pretty gun I'm holding 

Head swollen off the solid gold soul 

Iron Mic pole beat your face like you stole something 

Living life royalty, all wise and healthy 

Welcome to the best of me, from knowledge to infinity 

Never stopping my projectory, I'm galactic 

Yo, peace to all of the gods and all of the earths 

We been building like this ever since the first day of birth 

The more I start to build, the better I feel 

Keep ignorant niggas from me, use dummies for shield 

You're not Godbody son, you're just garbage and real snotty 

Cherry head gaylord still stuck in the lobby 

This the first Now Born, son I'm blessed with mad lessons 

Conquered crazy devils, my mind is a weapon 

You can't fast with me and avoid the swine 

You degenerate emcee, I'm the best of mankind 

Allahu Akbar 

jewels 

I'm down with the RZA, got help for the Widow's Son 

Pop off on you, you ain't nothing to me - DUN DUN 

Original Tyzeem 

Holy water, Visine 

Designated wordplay, 

God respect my deen 

Shine on little stars and respect the Queen 

New York Giant, call me Deck Umenyiora 

Fresh with the water connect, two and a quarter 

Deal with the dealer, don't trust the transporter 

My job is done once I get it to the border 

Perico, coke game is kilos of cocaine 

Hypodermic needle to the groove, I dose veins 

Overdoser, you know the product is raw, right? 

Lines take you there like I wrote it with off-white 

Got him bent up, hands looking like a tin cup 

Sorry no consignment, get your ends up 

Move from the gate now, he on his way straight to Jake now 

I'm on the hush with my weight loud 

Got the shakes now, how they want it bad 

Five or six heads chipping in for a bag 

I got the works like a burger deluxe 

Get your fix while I'm serving it up, word to us 

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