No Hook

[Intro]

This feel like we in a cage in West Europe, man

See, sometimes

(You don't need no hook)

You, gotta, you got to rewind your mind

We don't need no hooks

A lot of brothers is blind

I flash back they minds

Now it's time for the seven signs

Yo, I caught a line

[Verse 1: RZA]

Spectacular cardiovascular attacker!

Shaq's on the track with the blackular

Puzzler! Rugged slugger, 40 oz guzzler

Gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular

Veins... do it quick, before your brain get drained...

With the horror you now have become stained...

Ice cold, like the winter, Eskimo! Enter

The skill like a splinter! A decimal

Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we...

(Suuuuuuu!) Ah, intellectual

Styles break your mind!

Shine, nigga, shine!

[Hook]

We don't need no hooks!

[Verse 2: Shaquille O'Neal]

The Shaq Attaq has risen

Au concrete PM this is twism

Always & forever, forever always attack

I bring flava to ya ear like Craig Mack!

Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas Illmatic

CD, #3 Static!

You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin'

AEIOU's a ass-whoopin'! You're tooken

Into Clear & Present Danger, I'm a perfect stranger

Quick to rearrange a... outlook, so look out

So here me comes! Quick to beat you down

Like the RZA on the drums!

Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'

My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman

Emblem! Marks, get set, go left

The Shaq, the RZA, get ready for the Meth!

[Hook]

We don't need no hooks!

[Verse 3: Method Man]

Danger zone, comin' mad phat, Terrordome

Like whadva ock, we can get it on. Break 'em down

I'ma set it, yeah, ooh dat dirty rat, bring 'em here

To the mindbender, the deathsender to your ear: Method

Whatup, hookers? Hoodrats are no goodaz

It be Tical breakin' rims with the Seven footer:

Shaq. Bring it to the front, now bring it back

To the head, black, 'cuz when my Soul Train hit the track

Target: the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it

The whole industry is gassed up and now they farted

My object is destruction, for percussion, rhymes are bustin'

Got your wholes block duckin'

Down! The end is here, apocalypse now!

Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out

[Hook]

We don't need no hooks