Living in the World Today

Yo (yeah), check it out, son, check it out, son

Yo (Wu, can I get a soo?), live in the place to be

You got the capital G, Z to the A, MC

Givin' a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew, from the old school

And we gonna take y'all back, know what I'm sayin'?

Lyrical sorcerors right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop, son

(Yo, check it)

Well, if you livin' in the world today

You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say

****** that front, we don't have 'em

So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok

Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man

And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands

But only raise your hands if you're sure

Punk ****** shatter like a glass jaw, break it

My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination

Was too heavy for the Chevy's, is chased out the station

Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it

Gassed up, ****in' with some regular unleaded ****

Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that

Bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope

Heavily armed, military is necessary, it's a gamble

MCs bet they best at every

Powerful parable ditties might harm

If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs

Flashbacks to the "Duel of the Iron Mic"

Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive

Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle

Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled

Now, who could ever say they heard of this?

My **********in' style is mad murderous

Well, if you like the way it sound then clap man

And if the women love it too well then raise your hands

But only raise your hands if you're sure

Punk ****** shatter like a glass jaw, break it

Well, if you livin' in the world today

You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say

****** that front we don't handle 'em

So we blast 'em, alright, well okay

Well, what you know about MCin'?

Yo, I know a lot

Well, can you demonstrate somethin', *****?

Huh, I'd rather not

I'm talkin 'bout stacks, cousin

*****, that's what I got

Cash Rules the world

Well, Cash Rules the spot

My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed

Of ****** who think it ain't like that

MCs are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks

Then, God struck, religious ****** call it "bad luck"

Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web

Now, bees are stingin', yo, that ****** em-singin'

I'm just swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards

Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws

I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor

MCs be out like bank robbers

Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor

DJ, the getaway driver

Tried to dip, but he dive, I socialize on vocal vibes

On tracks stabbed up with razor-sharp knives

Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it

Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate

For fat tapes and, then, played out and out of date

Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate

And from that point, the God made a statement

Draftin' tracements, replacements in ba*****ts

Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beatbox

And microscopic optics received through the boxes

Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical

Punchlines, that's unstoppable

Ring like shots from Glocks that attract cops

Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop

But we only increase if everything is peace

Father You See King the police

Well, if you livin' in the world today

You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say

****** that front, we don't have 'em

So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok

Well, if you like the way it sounds, then clap, man

And if the women love it too, well, then raise your hands

But only raise your hands if you're sure

Punk ****** shatter like a glass jaw, break it

Well, if you livin' in the world today

You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say

****** that front, we don't have 'em

So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok

The Wu-Tang say

We don't handle 'em, alright, well okay

The world today, the Wu-Tang say

****** that front we don't handle 'em

So we blast 'em, alright, well okay