Discubumerate Your Technique

You heard other raps before but kept waiting
for the son of song, I keep dancehalls strong -
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong
extravaganza, time sits still -
No propaganda, be wary of the skill -
As I bring forth the music, make love to your eardrum,
Dedicated to rap niggaz, beware the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X beat threat -
CD massacre, murder to casette -
I blow the shop up, you ain't seen nothin yet.
One man ran, tryin to get away from it
Put your bifocal on, watch me I'm comin
Into your chamber like Freddy enter dreams -
Discobumerate your technique and your scheme -
Four course applause, like a black dat did that -
You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map
Nowhere to go except next show bro
Entertainin motherfuckers can't stop O
In battlin, you don't want me to start tattlin
All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattlin
Bitch, you ain't got nothin on the rich
Every other day my whole dress code switch
So just in case you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab bitches ain't got to worry
Can't catch a nigga like Don dime-a-dozen -
Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out
I'm too ill
I represent Park Hill
See my face on a twenty dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten dollars back
The fat LP with Cappucino on the wax
Pass it in your thing, throw the valve up to twelve
Put all the other LPs back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7
1-6-0-4-9-3-11
And you can long dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my direction.
I'm Staten Island's best, son, fuck what you heard
Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd -
My repertoire is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
And run over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stays bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your design
I know you want to dis me, but I can read your mind
Cuz you weak in the knees, like SWV
Tryin to get a title like Wu Killa Bee -
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the Abbot
Me and RZA write our names, printed in the tablet
Under vets, we paid our debts for mad years
Hibernatin our sound, and now we out like bears
and blunt power, born physically power speakin
The truth in the song be the pro-black teachin

(wu tang willllll survive.... no no nono now.....)