Code Red

[Intro: sample scratched up (RZA)]<br>"Code red -- danger!" - Inspectah Deck "Protect Ya Neck"<br>(Yo, aiyo)<br><br>[RZA]<br>36 crazy fists, Baby Chris<br>Kept a tray eighty, slip down near his ass split<br>Quick to spit, maybe hit<br>Anybody on the block by, he talk fly<br>Hawkeye, chalk lie on blocks, nobody`s drop<br>Like hopscotch, boxes being drawn by cops<br>Maybe Chris, iller dealer will splat the skully box<br>Big head and his little seed Yaqub, terrible<br>So black he was blue, knew, when he grew<br>That he would study math, and learn to draw devil<br>And speak three toga, learn sheik yoga<br>Think with the force of Yoda<br>70 percent satisfied, 30 percent dissatisfied<br>So they fraternized and scatter lies<br>And build a brotherhood, with black hoods<br>We stack goods, livin` in backwards<br>Rollin` weed up in back woods<br><br>[Remedy]<br>Baby Chris got a cousin named Abe, he got the mind of a slave<br>Generous but the heart that`s brave<br>Said he gave his whole life, came to save the kids<br>From the cradle to the grave, for what you think they did<br>On his praise to The Abbott, said he`d kill for the Wu<br>Started learning jujitsu, and kung fu too<br>Mastered and traits on how to rush gates<br>Learn to DJ and how to put explosives in crates<br>Now a few years past, wow, some learned fast<br>How to blast, quick dash, run and gun for the cash<br>Nothin` else mattered, paid his dues killin` crews that ratted<br>He was bruised and battered<br>With 2 twenty two`s in his shoes, it`s where he kept shit cookin`<br>Waitin` for his time to attack, who wasn`t lookin`<br>36 crazy fists, cousin` Abe, Baby Chris<br>That and this, nobody gave two shits<br><br>[Lounge-Lo]<br>Aiyo, I clapped with the best of the clappers<br>Rapped with the best of the rappers<br>And I snapped with the best of the snappers<br>Hold on dog, let me tell you how I be heglin` hackers<br>Fuck the machine, I rock jeans, can`t fuck with slackers<br>Know them lame ass niggas label, pickers and packers<br>I`d rather stay in the game with them, stickers and stackers<br>The kid fuck with building attackers, coke pushers<br>Dope felons, weed smokers and heat holders<br>Underworld street rollers, you know the rig<br>Throw a rock at the heads, who thought the beef was over<br>See the life, but the streets are colder<br>Momma love, got to watch her back, because niggas heats don`t know her<br>But if it`s indirected, it`s gonna pop off in one second<br>And for the record, dog, best to start settin` it<br><br>[Solomon Childs]<br>My voice box of a thousand<br>And use for promotional use, for thugs who rep housin`<br>They can`t name me, free Tommy Gunns, we pitbulls is arson<br>Body Brighton, the black mask, I blend in the dark wind<br>It becomes a new line cinema<br>With preaches of a project minister<br>Cuz of the bloodshed, he made movies<br>Wifies with attitudes, look, we talk groupies<br>Bust our guns at the storm like big web<br>And made an offer to the rev<br>That by any means necessary, I`mma die for the bread<br>Front page criminal, startin` a clean spread<br>Until you faggots, see you muthafuckas at the crossroads<br>With your heart wounds from me tossin` crossbows<br>And I ain`t sendin` no cross codes<br>Believe when I tell you that<br>I got cats that`ll hit you with the forty and open up your torso<br>These permanent red stains on your body like up North Pole<br>Reign supreme like I`m sittin` on Egyptian throne<br><br>[Outro: sample scratched up (Solomon Childs)]<br>"Code red -- danger!" - Inspectah Deck "Protect Ya Neck"<br>(You heard, for real)