Radioactive (Four Assassins)

"You will be punished (Wu-Tang style)<br> for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style)<br> Be warned - you will suffer.. (Wu-Tang style)<br> .. justice!" (Wu-Tang style)<br><br>[GZA]<br>Slept on this hazardous enterprise<br>Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise<br>Week self-captivity became months<br>Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump<br>Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?<br>Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper<br>Unfair corruptions lead to abductions<br>Creatin wider circles of destructions<br>So we attack, with the pen and blaze in<br>From the terrifyin to the fascinating<br>Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga that`s hasty to give credit<br>Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits<br>They heavily defended airfields<br>But they bodies rot behind punctured steels<br>When I greeted you, you didn`t hear a piece of my voice?<br>Oh that water was my liquid of choice<br>Forensic couldn`t tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet<br>Powerful projection, noise is deafening<br>Carrier battle groups, that`s threatening<br>Higher level bombing, plus<br>The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud<br>In the same crucial manner but different style<br><br>(Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!)<br><br>[Raekwon the Chef]<br>Yeah..<br>Aiyyo once again, all blunts again<br>Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I`m in<br>Allah`s helpful most, innovative raps<br>that brought wealth through, shot out the belch too<br>We holdin, automatic semis with sick lines<br>Run up, body niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz<br>Styles so sharp, state of the art<br>Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin darts<br>Flowin like water, "Apocalypse Now"<br>Gun out blaow, wow the shit`s wild when you short us<br>Runnin through parkin lots, don`t get caught<br>Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks<br><br>[Method Man]<br>It ain`t all to the good, muh`fuckers hatin in the hood<br>Gotta a hundred wolves waitin in the woods<br>for the Clan`s forthcomin<br>I miss you in the game a court summons<br>And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y`all get locked up<br>E`rything was wack `til we popped up<br>And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher<br>Potnah, you ain`t got no wins in mi casa<br>Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha<br>Request lines are now open, you see these MC`s chokin<br>and thinkin, "What`s that SHIT they be smokin?"<br>I`m so focused, simple chronic halitosis<br>Keep my shit funky when I spit this braggadocious<br>{*hach, spit*} Y`all niggaz got some fuckin nerve<br>to critic what I write, that`s my muh`fuckin word<br>Blah blah blah, like N`Sync<br>Kiss that ass "Bye Bye Bye" knahmsayin? I ain`t playin<br><br>[Masta Killa]<br>Many shall come, few chose to stay exact<br>Track after track I`m fightin for survival<br>Before me I see hills and mountains they sway<br>The words gotta move and the crowd`s like the ocean<br>I walk water holdin y`all suspended with the vocal<br>What`s the total people that came to see the Gods?<br>I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry<br>Potentcy, high-level content<br>Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places<br>All ages streets to cages, split faces<br>Shoutin nuff love to the peeps from Miami<br>We live from Pulaski and spread glassy<br><br>{*cut and scratch: "Wu-Tang style"*}