I despise your killing, and raping

You're... despicable



Are you, my judge?



It's just... you should be punished

I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?



Verse One: U-God



Yo, yeah, yo, yo

Yo, yeah

Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish

Party robust, rec room style for you brothers

Time's ticking, eruptments conduct

Entering one funk before the drum dry up

Dial, style, jab vocab slow

Alphabet run, construction voice might blow

Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model

For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle

Cut down, come with something that's round and profound

Blood brothers people of colors we get down

Watch this fly, force feed things being said

Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his

mic half a dangle, seriouser man

My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan

heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner

Night champion, old villain style seem a

kiss of spider, to God saga why bother

Godfather talk drama, fly swatters



Number two, Chao San Poi



Verse Two: The GeniusGZA



This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown

Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome

Pro tools editing tracks that's rough

Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough

So we attack this, and grab all within reach

Throw a scrap back to niggaz - perfect your own speech

Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands

used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands

Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line

Real thin and shift through the pipeline

LP's delivered with style and potential

Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential

order, revealin