Six Directions of Boxing

[Verse 1: U-God]

When I'm locked down I use Timbs as my shower slippers

I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers

In the basement, hard-body power lifters

I crush sour in the sifter, see how I lift her

Universal God I stay scientific

The kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fisted

Stay Asiatic, so cinematic

Noise in the attic, bang out with them automatics

It's hood politics that bring the hunger back

I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack

Check the catalog put out a hundred packs

Watch for drug sniffing dogs, they coming from the back

I'm straight thunder clap the funky drummer's back

It's pure Dopium, give em a heart attack

I stay stacking plaques like ancient artifacts

Joe Namath in the game I'm the quarterback

[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]

Eight balls of coke, blunt to the greenery

Pounds in the trunk get you a concrete scenery

Handmade ox'll get you dumped in the mess hall

Snitch niggas run to C.O.s to confess all

This is street knowledge, knowledge I school college

Like a speech from the GZA, sharp like the RZA

Don't run with a scissor, nigga the truth is the

Truth, now I'mma drop a few jewels in the booth

Used to boot crack, stuff 'em inside a tennis ball

And throw it when they rushing the block, trust no cops

Driving around with two mitts in my socks

Cooked coke gon' get you in more trouble than money

Don't crawl through dust juice, the pigs is hungry

You think they ain't watching

They watching while you uptown copping

Back home while you're cooking and chopping

They scheming on the block waiting to get it popping

[Verse 3: GZA]

He had a sword and an axe with cuts

Under a road that was woven from silver and gold, waxed it up

His army was so great in quantity

His crops and livestock boost the economy

Many would travel by boat to see him

His image adorned most schools and coliseums

A merchant, hustle those silk and velvets

Portrait illuminated when the torch was well-lit

Picture so beautifully painted that

One thought it would breathe or move 'cause it would leave a mood or energy

You see his wife practiced Yoga

Made herbal enhancers that had saved the soldiers

Guard the treasures in the chambers, halls and vaults

Well-prepared for all assaults, heavy guarded village

Armed with the sharpest weapons designed to pierce

And cause blood spillage

[Verse 4: Masta Killa]

From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime

See Allah Just granted permission for my position

Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive cycle

Slinging dimes, losing time, doing hard time

Teaching y'all mathematically, come see

The epitomy of what you wanna be - MC

My semi-auto gun mandatory at the sound clash

The mic touched, dance mashed up, pounds of the best

Green glass bottles of don, I sip the liquor slow

Flow so devastating when I go solo

Even when I'm dolo, pretty gun I'm holding

Head swollen off the solid gold soul

Iron Mic pole beat your face like you stole something, trust me

Living life royalty, all wise and healthy

Welcome to the best of me, from knowledge to infinity

Never stopping my projectory, I'm galactic

[Verse 5: Cappadonna]

Yo, peace to all of the gods and all of the earths

We been building like this ever since the first day of birth

The more I start to build, the better I feel

Keep ignorant niggas from me, use dummies for shield

You're not Godbody son, you're just garbage and real snotty

Cherry head gaylord still stuck in the lobby

This the first Now Born, son I'm blessed with mad lessons

Conquered crazy devils, my mind is a weapon

You can't fast with me and avoid the swine

You degenerate MC, I'm the best of mankind

Allahu Akbar straight jewels and real stars

I'm down with the RZA, got help for the Widow's Son

Pop off on you, you ain't nothing to me - dun dun

Original Tyzeem, Holy water, Visine

Designated wordplay, God respect my deen

Shine on little stars and respect the Queen

[Verse 6: Inspectah Deck]

New York Giant, call me Deck Umenyiora

Fresh with the water connect, two and a quarter

Deal with the dealer, don't trust the transporter

My job is done once I get it to the border

Perico, coke game is kilos of cocaine

Hypodermic needle to the groove, I dose veins

Overdoser, you know the product is raw right

Lines take you there like I wrote it with off-white

Got him bent up, hands looking like a tin cup

Sorry no consignment, get your ends up

Move from the gate now, he on his way straight to Jake now

I'm on the hush with my weight loud

Got the shakes now, how they want it bad

Five or six heads chipping in for a bag

I got the works like a burger deluxe

Get your fix while I'm serving it up, word to us