GZA, Method Man, RZA - Living In The World Today lyrics

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 sorcerers 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
Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well, ok
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 niggas 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
Fuckin' with some regular unleaded shit
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
So 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 motherfuckin' style is mad murderous

Well, if you like the way
It sound then clap man (clap man)
And if the bitches love it too
Well then raise your hands (Come on)
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk niggas shatter like a glass jaw, yeah
Well, if you livin' in the world today
You be hearin' the slang that the Wu Tang say
Niggas that front we don't have them
(Have them)
So we blast 'em (Blaow) alright, well okay

Well, what you know about MCin'?
Yo, I know a lot
Well, can you demonstrate somethin', nigga?
Huh, I'd rather not
I'm talkin 'bout stacks, cousin
Nigga, that's what I got
Cash Rules the world
Well, Cash Rules the spot

My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed
Of niggas who think it ain't like that
MCs are gunned down like being
Run down with mad trucks then, God struck
Religious niggas call it "bad luck"
Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web
Now, bees are stingin', yo
That niggas 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 basements
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
Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
(Have them)
So we blast 'em (blaow) , alright, well, ok
Well, if you like the way
It sounds, then clap, man
(Clap, man)
And if the women love it too, well
Then raise your hands (Uh huh, come on)
But only raise your hands if you're sure
Punk niggas 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
Niggas that front, we don't have 'em
(Have them)
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
Niggas that front we don't handle 'em
So we blast 'em, alright, well ok