Roar of the Lion (The Lion's Pit) [feat. U-God, Kool G Rap & RZA]

Fuck you talkin' 'bout? Uh, uh-huh Dawn, Mathematics, Killer Allen Yeah, fuck all my enemies Uh-huh, I catch you coming out the hallway again I'ma smack rockets out of your jaw, nigga Bang bang, you dead, nigga Word up, that's my word, yo, stupid Some hard shit for convicts getting messy in the mosh pit Groupie chicks take hits off lead seven guitar picks Talk shit, then I speak with an iron stick Instincts that rely on quick, welcome to the lion's pit Ears up in attack mode, there's strangers in these back roads Think tank crack coats, lights out black hole The power of words could run up in your stronghold Easy access, now you staring down my gun hole Gun hole, look at my son go Distributing bundles, bundles that we living in the sun glow Territorial rap beef will be our defeat Follow critics on YouTubes, lose ability to eat Open your eyes to a glorious view, so scenic, the chosen few Witness the slow rise of the Wu-Tang Phoenix Jars of lemongrass, enhanced bars you can repeat 16-bar melters, barbecue your headpiece That's right, keep the gun concealed, I deal with the struggle real (real) I seen addicts pursue the hidden, never touch a meal For their bread dwell a bloodshed like a bucket spill Seen 'em with bubbles on they grill, shit got cut with steel Funeral ballot keys, my glimpse is a reality That Queens criminal mentality be running wild on me Juveniles in the lab like niggas doing alchemy Ain't no in-betweens, it's executionist style for green Real mechanic under that hood like a Valvoline Drinkin' XR, hottie stacked at the driver's knee Witness a balance over cheddar (cheddar) Niggas laying weights for the system of weights, balances and measures (yeah) Better invest in the vest for the pressure Pictures on mirrors and niggas on whack And soundin' on the dress and that's when he came here Met up with treacherous endeavors Where they got zipped up in pads and carry on the stretcher, NYC Catfish in closed casket, decrepit buildings Pissy mattress, we did back handstands Triple backflip, slap box, knuckle checks, belt buckles and ass whips They had a crush on Freaky KEKE, that boostin' ass bitch Spicy sticky rice veggie spot from the roadie spot Freeda had a fatty patty, her man had plenty guap Benz with the Bimmer, Mia come up with the Kia Used to walk around the corner so that nobody would see her Red Stripes and Guinness Stout, stout curry balls, spin his pouch Long line around the corner, nigga lookin' like it's In-N-Out Indian hastin' black, reachin' for his heat To cook the beef fire truckin' screechin' Inner science runnin' down the street Sexy signs will always have that baby mama drama 35 without a man, I call that baby mama karma Karma, karma, chameleon Wu-Tang, it's for the children We enter the frontier of your mind, explored like a pilgrim Ghetto livin', burnt beans and greasy chicken On the back of the milk box, it looks like Little TT is missing A hard head makes a soft ass, splash splash, better learn Study Sik-E-Susie out there, just to spread a churn Nutty peanut with smoked dust, go out there beat his box Walk the block, boxing shorts looking crazy, dengie socks High as a kite, ready to fight with a loaded Glock Sticky cotton mouth yelling "Yo, motherfuck the cops!" God, forgive me if you think I'm weak I've been through the fire, been through the rain My soul gets all weary, and my flesh gets all weak I'm just hotter than the other cheese, oh God bless you, eh!