Masta Killa Freestyle

Peace This is the motherfucking high chief Jamel Arief I represent the Wu-Tang Clan kid Tony Touch, 50 MC's Wu-Killa Bee collaboration For the nation... Intriguing to the ear, but bitter to the heart As I begin to take part in the art of dart throwing Starring the Wu-Tang swordsman Day two breaks, it's a stormy monday My ninjas lay in revines and ditches Underneath shrubs and leaves they breathe through underwater wreaths The enemy walks above, I remain sub-terrained in mud Off-shore banks tanks approach the location Bombed by the circle of death formation Communication lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes And large inhalements of shrapnel, fragments of shell Inhale these highly venomous thoughts that I propel Through the north facility, the city must suffer At the hands of the chief's command volts are sent At three minute intervals the heat intenses Deadening the power from electrical fences The fences are down, knowledge material lies through the sound Revealing the skill that causes the ground to tilt, feel the tension Blistering quills are scorching You could never stomach the eruption of god dimension Science is the study of all things Knowledge my sword swing, guns go off in the east wing It's a blessin' to deliver this lesson Who's restin'?, you've been summonsed to awaken A nation of sleeping giants who are clients to the devil's civilization Migration expands my plan to the maximum capicity Killarmy, nothing can hold we From launchin' out over the earth and disperse In the triple darkness niggas return unscathed At ease and as you were But the thought of be able to breathe and leave these worldly possessions Have emcees fret to step in my direction