Roar of the Lion (The Lion’s Pit)

[Intro: Cappadonna]

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Uh, uh-huh, Don, Mathematics, Killa Island

Yeah, fuck all my enemies

Uh-huh, I catch you comin' out the hallway again

I'ma smack rockets out of your jaw, nigga, bang, bang

Yeah, nigga, word up

That's my word, yo, stupid

[Verse 1: U-God]

Some hard shit for convicts gettin' messy in the mosh pit

Groupie chicks take hits off Led Zeppelin 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 codes, lights out black hole

The power of words can run up in your stronghold

Easy access, now you starin' down my gunhole

Gunhole, look at my son go, distributin' bundles

Bundles, now we livin' in the sun glow

Territory of rap beef will be our dеfeat

Follow critics on YouTubes, lose ability to еat

Open your eyes to a glorious view, so scenic

The chosen few, witness the slow rise of the Wu-Tang Phoenix

Jars of lemon grass, enhanced bars, you can repeat

16-bar melters barbecue your headpiece

[Verse 2: Kool G Rap]

That's right, keep the gun concealed, I deal with the struggle real

I've seen addicts pursue the hit and never touch a meal (Meal)

For that bread drill, a bloodshed like a bucket spill

Seen them with bubbles on their grill, chick, I cut with steel (For real)

Funeral ballot keys, my glimpses of reality

That queen's criminal mentality be runnin' wild on me

Juveniles in the lab like niggas doin' alchemy (Alchemy)

Ain't no in-betweens, it's execution of style for greed

Real mechanic under that hood like a valvoline (You feel me)

Drinkin' XR, hottie stacked at the driver's knee

Witness the balance over cheddar (Cheddar)

Niggas laying weights for the system of weights, balances and measures (Yeah)

Better invest in the best for the pressure

Pictures on mirrors of niggas on wack [?] on the dresser

And that's when he came here, met up with treacherous endeavors

Where they got zipped up in pads and carried on the stretcher (NYC)

[Verse 3: Bobby Digital]

Catfish in closed casket, decrepit buildings

Pissy mattress, we did back handstands, triple backflips

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, spinach pouch

Long lines around the corner, nigga lookin' like it's In-N-Out

Indian Haitian black reachin' for his heat to cook the beef

Fire truck is screechin', inner science runnin' down the street

Sexy Sandra always had that baby mama drama

35 without a man, I call that baby mama karma

Karma, Karma Chameleon, Wu-Tang is for the children

We entered the frontier of your mind, explore it 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!"

[Outro]

God, forgive me if you think I'm weak

I've been through the fire, been through the rain

My soul get all weary and my flesh gets weak

I'm just hotter than the other cheese

Oh, God bless you, child, eh

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