Secret Rivals

[Intro: Killah Priest (Method Man)] Uh... musical clever You know what time it is (Ooh-ahh, Meth Tical) Yeah... what... (Hey, did you turn my mic down Oh.. my headphone fell off.. damn..) [Killah Priest] Death come to those who oppose Knockin' at the door, holding a rose In plain clothes, when the face ice cold Lock your windows, still I come in when the wind blows Come in slow, suddenly your eyes close Then your body set through your soul, it rose Turn into a black crow and fly into the internal night That's when I also take flight I turn into a great falcon With mighty wings, when they flap, they move mountains I leap on your back, like a wild fucking monkey Eyes are blood shot red, with a growling tummy Beat your fucking back out, like a gorilla When I was tore, I figure my way, out the house of mirrors I show up to a recording session, with no facial expression I'm just there like I crept in Escape through the east gate, return through the west ends When the son said, I'm like the westerns beneath the moon light And the crescent, Priest, I have a stance, that's strong When I perform, I transform, into a sandstorm Leaving one third of the land torn I'm like mice, I react strange 'm like a terratrane, I react crazy when the weather change Then the father of a hurricane, handcuff pain I whip tornados with iron chains I make volcanos scream out my name Niggas kill me, try'nna escape my wrath Through death, don't you know, I'm crazy muthafucka, I hold my breath.. [Interlude: Method Man] Flicks... sluggy... one time For your muthafuckin' mind Wu-Tang Forever, this is just the next chamber, baby (Fish filet, fish filet) Ah, ah-ah-ah [Method Man] We walking dogs, foot soldiers, fuck you all Guns and roses, play the wall The final curtain calls every day, all day We hurtin' ya'll, project hallways is triflin' Public Enemy, number one, still fightin' The power, like Tyson When nothing else work, start biting Swallow up that weak shit, they writing Spit it out, frustrated with the line Hard for me to get it out Intellectual, architect, bomb threat to a vegetable Mr. Meth, you can get the left and right testicle Step to the rear, Wu-Tang on arrival Raised in the ghetto, singin' songs for survival Nothing else matter, suspect chin niggas shatter Clap a mad rapper, red dot beemin' on the blood clot, splatter University, anniversary of terror It's now, or it's never Ain't no in betweens in the cold war Can't hold it down, got a thousand that can hold yours Starvin', pardon me, God, I get a charge Like a human lighting rod, strike back with no regard For the innocent, harder than the bricks in my tenements Wu-Tang, forever and a day, we be killin' it [Masta Killa] So patient, they sat there in the aisles and waited For the testimony, hungry, for a statement from the one and only Thirsty for the ceremony at and, true Wu die hard fans Now look how we rock, make a freestyle drop, old school like the wop My grandaddy used to do this dance called the slop I keep it hip hop for ya'll, we don't stop Got ladies by the flock, no safety on the Glock Stop, look and listen when the semi auto's pop, your neck Mock with the rope, who can match palm I'm strong as a nuclear bomb, dangerous armed Have you not prepared yourself, you've been warned Gun shot to the informer, Killa Bee Swarm Caught 'em on the corner of Lavonia Reported missing, found him in the fetal position Shot twice, armed with the rocket Blind for the target, deaded on arrival Suspenseful, kill or be killed, pass the rifle