Wu-Tang Clan, Cappadonna - 96 Recreation (Demo) lyrics

Yeah, start wit that one yo, yo, yo

My acoustic pugilistic lingustic rap fabric
Is a mixture of Arabic, Sanscrit, English
Italics i talk quick
Y'all bitches can't comprehend my
Dick release spit
But love should I release hit's
We travel through bodies like blood vessels
While y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to
Be on top of this pedestal
Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin
I'm chessboxin
Words is rushin through like a
Herd of angry oxen

Fatal for these pussy cat
Niggas is dead weight
Concentrate, my murder rate excellerate
Terminate so spoil like coke in the foil
Knock knock, I shot the whole block
Electricity, flow splendidly
Internally inside of me like Tony Starks tee
I create excellency
One-sixty call L-O-U-N-G assist me
Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly
For slang hall, vocabulary Igor
Frankenstein mind
Rewind for a minute while I
Dig down your track, stupid
I move quick shit is accurate, Kojack tactics
Chaos, killa bee minds
High society blackness, spread the rumor

My lyrical marvel makin more
Cream than Carvel y'all niggas best to hold
Your weight like barbell
To my verbal swordsman school
Students don't play truant
My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence
Of alcohol and tobacco
Mushrooms imported from Morocco
Bellies on the rocks and a
Twenty sack of choco
With forty tales and gold around the fist
Bitch I carve
Lyrics on the paper so my family won't starve

I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved
Never in-conceited, never been beated
Been trapped in many wars
But not yet retreated
My style you need it, I just write to read it
It's all fresh lyric
No nothing gets repeated
I came a long way and guess what, I succeeded
I conquer my opponent and feed him baby food
'Cause he's childish and illiterate and
Ye has been rude
To the father year me, O-R-IG
Respond to the war with the Killa Bee law

Scavenger nigga, you's a shrimp
A full line of shit, my ear can't digest it
Stop drinking all that water
Let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your
Shit mister Tiny Tim man
Niggas be creeping up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fucking ass
You tried to chop shit on up
Played my shit like parks bitch, I'm that

Legendary microphone's weaponry
You secondary bitch ass fairies
Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack
You think you're slang can match
The Wu Tang, emphatically now cypher
You fake crumbs
You should be stung on your tongue
While you young guns bunge
We plunge into the grunge
Deep into the dark dungeon
We come in one wind
Nine minds combine to form the
Wisest rhyme force to summon
I be the quoted mathematical combination
Unloading mysteries of life
You feel my solar wind blowing

Just then, I came on the stage like wind
Blew slang in your face and
It touch your skin you felt chilly
Just like you smoked a bag of illy
You need a coat just to protect your throat
Two pairs of socks
Kid I'm cold like ice rocks
Chap-lipped duds can't fuck
With the chatterbox
Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox
Shaolin niggas all fuck with one block
They forgot about the big
Cappa slang murderer
Down with the union big street sling murderer
Terrorizing, move I'm tranquilizing
Fast getaway wit the slow speed driving
Two miles an hour, Cappa do it wit the power
Somebody blow something
Cut fool in the tower