Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin<br> The special technique of shadowboxing<br><br>[Intro: Inspectah Deck]<br>Poisonous, poisonous (word word word)<br>I should slap all y`all niggaz for comin in my fuckin face with that shit<br>Alright cool yeah, go ahead man...<br>Poisonous<br><br>[Verse One: Inspectah Deck a.k.a. Rebel INS]<br>Poisonous paragraphs, smash ya phonograph<br>in half, it be the Inspectah Deck on the warpath<br>First class leavin mics with a cast<br>Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast<br>Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulta<br>Rhymes runnin wild like a child in a walker<br>I scored from the inner slums abroad<br>And my thoughts are razor sharp I sliced the mic from the cord<br>First they criticize, but now they have become<br>mentally paralyzed with hits that I devise<br>Now I testify, the rest is I, Rebel INS<br>Ya highness, blessed to electrify<br>with voltage of an eel, truth that I reveal`ll<br>crush the amateurs who screamed to keep it real<br>Caesar black down hoodied up and fatigues<br>Part time minor leagues receive third degrees<br>Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back<br>the God-U, and bust through like a fullback<br><br>[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah a.k.a. Tony Starks]<br>Yo, you fourteen carat gold slum computer wizard<br>Tappin inside my rap vein causes blizzards<br>Do I like the kills for ice trife like botta digits<br>Gorillas injected with strength of eighty midgets<br>The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends<br>Let my peeps in, niggaz gaspin swallowin aspirins<br>What a dosage, you overdosed in rap<br>High explosives my post-its hypnotize with hypnosis<br>I sell goods, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers<br>Record-breaking the album Thriller<br>Now access the jig who has bombs and rocket launchers<br>Float like dope killer bees is what I sponsor<br>Ya entrepeneur, pens and gear like shakespeare<br>When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souveneirs<br>Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers<br>My career is based on guns, throwin cats in wheelchairs<br>Etcetera, damage any lame ass competitor<br>Who try to front, get broken and passed like leathers<br>Whatever hot hardheads get shattered like mirrors<br>Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter ya feathers<br>Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic<br>Blew my family overseas in mansions<br>If rap was crack, fully packed I be tour cats<br>Tax the kingpin of the rap drug traffickin<br>Village niggaz get slapped in Manhattan<br>for rappin, big Ghost steps off laffin<br><br>(Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?<br> I`ve learned so many styles, forgive me)<br><br>[Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef a.k.a. Lou Diamonds]<br>Sit back relax, fake niggaz don`t get turns<br>Watch me massage ya brain with slang that`s king<br>Projects filled with young men cause threats<br>Who is that? Thousand dollar chains and techs<br>Focus, the brokest niggaz of life shit<br>These mics is like cocaine Sun, check the suicidal hype shit<br>Exchange mad blunts taste the sweepstakes<br>Keepin up on fakes outta state for cakes<br>No doubt, plus nobody amount, we making dough off of<br>Puttin fifty on the Land and Allah, it`s like that<br>Pull ya shoes up black, matta of fact just adapt<br>Tie up, ya black Nike`s and tight hats<br>Corners, stay surrounded with foreigners<br>Whattup dread? Feds caught you grudgin for his bread<br>But regardless, peace to jail niggaz with charges<br>Unify layin in the guard with La<br>My Clan done ran from Japan to Atlanta, with stamina <br>Clingers and gamblers, and gram handlers<br>Tical like the Isle, so God, let`s get steamed<br>Infrared guard yo` Beem, so seek nuff respect<br>Rude bwoy you bet, keep it movin par shallah<br>Pro black like tar<br>Designin the fly shit and stay shinin and<br>the RZA pours more beats than Cristal`s fine wine<br>Concrete raps go to black<br>with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map<br>Knew it`s all good and all done what, we want some<br>Mike Tyson of this rap shit, pullin out Macs for fun<br><br>[Verse Four: The Genius/GZA a.k.a. Maximillion]<br>The nigga don`t get mad, I got mad styles of my own<br>And it`s shown when my hands grip the chrome microphone<br>Verbally I catch bodies with cordless shotties<br>Intriguin emcees, I keep em trained like potties<br>I bomb facts, my sword is an axe