Third World Soul Assassins (Ft. GZA & RZA)

[Intro: RZA & sample]
Yeah-yeah-yeah, one-two, one-two
Aiyyo, Wu-Tang's invincible
Better understand the principle
My man Muggs, droppin' phat tracks like drugs
Breaker-breaker one two, breaker-breaker one two
You're breakin' up, peace
"We're at the crossroads, our immediate future
Is the worst war man will ever know"

[Verse 1: GZA]
Via satellite from the Wu-mansion
Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC
And the fruit that fell far was the ripest
It was Cypress, let the media hype this
Promotion niggas snipe this
Push it like tray bags of 72
Kept niggas in suede rags
Microphone psycho, who flips the mic so well
Held without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells
There's no escapin' once my blade starts scrapin'
Niggas flakin', wannabe MC's is shakin'
My sword indeed make more niggas bleed
So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed
I lost ya with that offer, nigga, that'll cost ya
Feel the strings of torture
Must've been the half-gal
That's the shit he drinkin' that got him thinkin'
That he could trash the ship and get me sinkin'
I told him, "Come back when you're sober"
Drunk-ass punk, on the motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October
Don't even catch me when I'm blunted
Rhymes start runnin' like loops on a SP-1200
Instruments of terror on warship, its corporate
Visual niggas paint portraits