Deadly Melody

[Intro: Masta Killa]

As we return to the 36 Chambers

The RZA, the GZA, the Ol' Dirty BZA

U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah

And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure

Don't forget about the Masta

[Verse 1: Masta Killa]

Yo! Motherfuckers halt when my Colt start stompin'

Thunder strikes your land with the jolt

Your stamina level is low

Like currents from the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies

At a speed that the naked eye can't detect

The infantry, peep the weapontry as I bomb atomically

Stagnant they stood, surrounded and astounded

By this total square mileage of violence that I brung

I've not yet begun to stung

It's the ethics and rigorous training methods of the Abbott

Incite oversees the opposition

Penetrates then infiltrates, breakin' down your resistance

Leavin' competition defenceless

Masta! Hip-Hop antagonizer

Dumb, deaf and blind civilizer with the silencer

[Verse 2: U-God]

Yo! Piledriver Tut boulder face blow Hulk

Anger rap book causin' chess blade smoke

Monster truck, punk! Elephant gun poke

Jawbreaker humanoid vice grip, choke!

Face the inferno, maestro pull it

Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet

Never sold my soul, Golden Arm cold stinger

See me on the streets, address me stone bringer

Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet

Action packed rap, bite it, stomp on the beat

Possess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas

Wu status — now, wisdom to the masses

[Verse 3: RZA]

Yo, cock back my tongue like a hammer

My head is like a nickel-plated bammer

Spit .45 caliber grammar

At the speed of wind, makes you bleed within

Crack your skull without penetratin' your skin

Reign of champ official, Wu stamp with black pistols

Spent the weekend programmin' phat tracks at Camp Crystal

[Verse 4: Method Man]

Home on the range, rebel with a pen

Writin' critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in

Mr. Mef, Hot Nickels

Say my shit holdin' my Sex Pistol, deal me in!

[Verse 5: RZA]

The bewilderin' Killa Bee quickly sting ya!

I ain't gotta lift one fuckin' finger

Make sure the God Irief turns on the ringer

We duckin' the subpoena

Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

[Verse 6: Masta Killa, U-God & GZA]

Check the 150 millimeter heater

As it blows holes through your fuckin' speaker

Makin' you weaker, creepin' — inches, centimeters

.50 caliber street sweeper

Shots from Shaolin that go to Massapequa

[Verse 7: Method Man]

Things'll never be the same after this one

Ghost Rider spit flame, lay back and twist one

Recognize the gods came for one accord

One mind and one common cause — that's the shit, son!

Play them crows out position

You might hear me, but you don't listen

Competition — come and get some!

Red marker still bleedin' through the paper

Of this sick, premeditated murder caper

[Verse 8: StreetLife]

I walk with the Shaolin strut! Burn a dutch

Watch Street eat 'em up, Cold Crush bum rush

Spot rushers get touched, bagged up, handcuffed

Y'all niggas can't fuck with us! (Fuck with us!)

(AHHH!! AHHHHHHH!)

[Verse 9: Ghostface Killah]

Pass me the Black Velvet, embassy suite, killin' me

Spell it, Maxi Priest caught me in a daze up on Delancey Street

Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar

It's like the dreads worshipin' Jah, so Aloha!

Pineapple crush, 850 swerve it with a rush

Plush, the Canola Range spittin' off the roof, holdin' my change

Yo, it's ragtime! Universal 12 Monkey mind

It's like stalkin' through your airport with a chunky 9

(BZZZZZZZZZZTTTTT!!)

[Verse 10: StreetLife & Method Man]

The underboss, Staten New York

Bloodsport gun talk, holdin' fort back!

Take 'em to court (One-time!)

It's the burner Shaolin bound, face down, you gets murdered

Roadblock, shell shocked, stretched on a back block

Yo, it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through mid-air

Landin' thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest

Keeps the iron where the head rest for the conquest

Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays

Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place

Embraced by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape

These crime situations, I stay in man formation

If shot echoes through the ghetto locations

I remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam Bigelow

Throw a flow like Nomo, relate like Fidel Castro

I be the great all pro, hangin' MC's by they logos

My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno

[Outro: Random guys & (RZA) talking]

If I hit these trees, I'll be happy (Hahaha! Yanahmean?)

That's all I need right there (Yanahmean?)

Fuck the pussy, give me the money and the weed!

(Is that nigga Rebel? That's INS right there, right?)

Yo, Deck! Get a Dutch from that store!

(Get a Dutch, baby!)

Yo, wassup?

Yo, who that right there? That's Black?