Friction

[Intro: Inspectah Deck] Is you ready? Back by popular demand... Murderous specialist tactics Wu-Tang Clan, no rehearsal or practice Niggas ain't ready for this... Niggas ain't ready for this... Niggas ain't ready for this... [Inspectah Deck] Chrome dips beamin off July sun rays Caesar fade, blendin with the side burn shades Cotton club status, clientele, SL, heavy jewel Niggas jail, young niggas screw well Swingin like Smokey on the slow beat Johhny walker hold me, closely as I mosey on the low key If you don't know by now, you'll never know me You know me, I swing it to the young-ins and the OG's Witnessed by notary public, certified rough shit Does it feel good, how was it? Gritty like the subway tracks My protocal permanent like graffiti on the project walls On the AWOL, alias Jamal Duval Roam through the universe, plans of ownin' it all In the meantime, in between time, we shine Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb [Hook: Inspectah Deck] If you want some, get some This is it, son, this one Make 'em feel the friction Guarenteed hit, son, miss none Flip one, you better bring your big gun [Masta Killa] Some niggas I'd rather not spar minds with They can't stimulate my thoughts or fuck with Creative testosterone, mic-phone Calms the menopausable hormone quakage Trapped like estrogen, we makin All of the above, supremely I hold my shit, when I run I hesitate to stomp the come Bring water from the brain, nigga They tried to send me back, but still I came Terraform mind frame contains Elements of iron which began steel, healin men life Allah Just brought me forth to bust mine This time I spare no one Poison sword seed technique, breathe the Earth Take the head of those and feed 'em to the universe Blessed with volts of electric, life threatnin segments, it's hectic [Hook] [Inspectah Deck] Poetry in motion, east to west coasting Overseas blowin with lines tightly woven Still goin full speed, pullin g's Tryin to eat 'til my mouth gets too full to feed I excel, cast spells similar to Merlin Mic surgeon, hang like Dr. J. Erving Splurg inner city like uncensored version Mergin with the fast lane, stained with the urban Word in the street, his work was dirt cheap Synthetically weak, make the fans start beef Any comeback attempts would only be in repeats They soon fall off, be mentally lost beyond reach My technique's heat leaves a permanent crease Plant my 2 feet, shootin with the quick release Never cease fire from a Street called Desire The sire, disturbin the peace with c-ciphers [Masta Killa] Who dare comes amongst and tries to peep it The secret of the deadly art, then leak it Snakes, leeches surround the righteous I link the diversion shot, then slip with the swiftness The weaver raindrop, leavin the eye confused Understandin blurred, cloudy electrical storms occur From the Masta, classical head bang slang The deaf tone rises like the blind and dumb Lickin shots at the microphone, Iron Lung We the first to set off shit, last to run Who want some, come and get some Motherfucker! [Hook]