The Abduction

[Intro: GZA & (RZA)] Okay... the GZA Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin'? We gonna bang y'all in the head one time Blaze up on y'all one time, real fast (Do the mix and all that shit) Knamsayin'? Word up (Make it—make it a record real quick, do yo' thang) Throw ya seatbelts on, a'ight? (Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down, yo) [Verse 1: GZA] I take y'all niggas straight Beneath The Surface To the core — if it ain't raw, it's worthless Pentel professional, polar ink Wild river rafters fall off the raft and sink Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar rush The way we push through equivalent to rocket thrust Allah Just, I lay it for the mixtapes Quick to quake a label-mate The sound came out a rusted crate, surrounded by cobwebs Beat smooth enough to slide through like bobsleds On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow Wu-Tang niggas — they shine and make the mic glow! [Interlude: Masta Killa] We be killin', all guerilla in with all that screw-facin' Pacin' back and forth, lookin' savage — stop! [Verse 2: RZA as Bobby Digital] Whether plugged in or plugged out Iron grill mugged or thugged out Blood In Or Blood Out Son was bugged out, might look at you and slice you Buck-50 face, stupid, the shape of one Nike swoop Who the fuck you think let y'all wild niggas in?! Allowed you to put down your guns, and raise your pen?! Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig! We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or word to your wig? Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of 50 Cent pieces Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I read books I'm liable to 'mate ya king with three rooks You see the Wu "W"? Raise the Black fist! Maybe Tony Touch's concord needle will scratch this The ice cube link you bought from the Jew for 80 G's Was only appraised at 42 Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude Of people, who would trade gold for food I heard Boar's Head killed more than nuclear wars head Or street sons who walk around dressed in all red Bobby Digi said if you ever in Compton or Long Beach Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis with a nice piece [Verse 3: Masta Killa] Penetrate on mixtape, with the registration Illustrate constant elevation Spark friction, Shawshank Golden Arm Redemption Endorsed by the Masta inscription signature [Verse 4: Inspectah Deck] Off-top, my unorthodox style of attack Is like Hannibal rollin' on elephant's back Pack a long barrel, bustin' off strong ammo My light's so vast, I cast twenty-foot shadows First family, fifth Capo, micro to macro Load it in your head, play it back slow Act like you know, this is no drill Murderous rap revealed, goin' for kill On these New York City sidewalks, we walk Camouflaged, dodgin' the eyes of the hawk Kani Sport, totin' the fifth, slidin' off My live source movin' across with brute force Bloodsport — many more heads face the blade Fakers must fade, the stakes have now raised Words of murder, suspense and intrigue Make major league niggas show signs of fatigue My Killa Beez span wider than seven seas Squeeze on MC's with bullet train speed Tony's Touch create more gold than Midas Your Highness, all in your head like your hair stylist [Verse 5: Ghostface Killah] Frosty mug, big ring liters, top secret thug Lampin' in Cheetahs, Orenthal with the murder glove Boulder the town, devilish grin look peculiar Swung on this faggot, knocked the windows out of Sylvia's Timb's got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained That's my word! To every single seed, I smack flames Staten Island's Masada, teachers of Elijah Thrown out the temple, now collided with the Father Nickname's Pudding Clarence 13X before the Will Smith's and the limelights of Cuba Gooding Lost in the cosmos, explodin' through a quasar Be duckin' pulsars, organic state still be the gods [Outro: Ghostface Killah & (GZA)] Tony Touch! Tony Touch! Word up! Big Face Ghost in effect (Yo...)