Whatever Happened (The Birth)

[Intro: AZ] Yeah, some Firm shit, you know what I mean? For all the niggas, in New York all across the motherfuckin' world Ain't nothin' changed yet, shit's still real [Chorus: AZ] Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past [Verse 1: AZ] You know the routine; fast cars, rings, get a crew scene We true fiends, old-school style, that's how we do things Born and destined, hands on many investments Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the essence Street wise, thirty-six waist, small feet size The C.I.'s quick to slide off once the heat rise Detour, poverty zone, police war Grown through each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more Fast learner, Quiet Storm, play the back burner Bureaucrats, I react like Nat Turner Hold weight, used to rock kicks with no lace Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive Brain's inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit To each his own, fuck the foulness, need a week alone We can zone all day long on the speaker phone Six hundred, nine-five North, stay blunted Stress, I came from it, sex got drained from it The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds To be free, the franchise is all a whole crew need, indeed [Chorus AZ] Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past [Verse 2: RZA] Whips and full clips and pussy lips Rubber grips attached to hips, past the journey to the crib The purest sickness curer, Holy Quran Sura Leaves man to understand, I stand up a rough briva Heart is bleeding, stress got my hairline recedin' God degree feedin', leadin' my seeds back to Eden And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches Who don't wash and do dishes, too big for your britches Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next man mistress You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample without the glitches Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel Disfigure your face, you recognize him by the dental Hot lead from raw heat, left in store meat Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he left All he heard was the echo from the shot Cops autopsy revealed he was stopped by the Glock Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses New York been infested by Bloods Lusting for colors of red, more black lies done shed through Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue Boned out until we zone out, no doubt Chicken-heads beg for the nine-inch applehead Their legs open like Fallopian, lubricated by petroleum Nine months later comes the ovary explosion Bitch, you stupid, a hundred dollars you couldn't recoup it When I reign the truth on your brain, you mute it Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, plus Allah Zig-Zag-Zig We addin' more knowledge to your wig [Chorus: AZ] Yo, major large niggas get they grind on cash While the crab thinkin' niggas keep they mind on ass I guess most motherfuckers ain't designed to last Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past [Outro: AZ & RZA] Word up, word up Yeah, Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece, know what I mean Holdin' it down, stamp of approval, you know Get ya brain washed, know what I'm sayin' Get your muscle tendered and straight No doubt, no doubt Word up, the black God exists in the physical form, you know The Firm baby, holdin' this, A to the Z, I know what time it is Aight, Armageddon