Masta Killa, Method Man, Killah Priest - Secret Rivals lyrics

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)

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
I'm like a terratrans
I react crazy when the weather change
Then the father of a hurricane, handcuff pain
I whip tornadoes with iron chains
I make volcanoes scream out my name
Niggas kill me, trying to escape my wrath
Through death, don't you know
I'm crazy motherfucker i hold my breath

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

We walking dogs, foot soldiers, fuck you all
Guns and roses, play the wall
The final curtain calls every day, all day
We hurtin' y'all
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 called 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

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