Wu-Tang Collective Freestyle GZA (Ft. Masta Killa)

[Verse 1: GZA]
Mic Trippin' from rock skipping off the local brooks
Not knowing, heavyweight throwing vocal hooks
Rhyming off Apache, the RZA scratch thee
Records borrowed from Home Alone kid known as Latchkey
Break beat fanatic, crates deep in attics
45s marked up, looped with static
Rap ring heavy, each link in my chain, truck's Chevy
Flare ripped from the magic lair of medley
But deadly, I merge forward with a sharp spear
He must return now, his flight departs here
Like Sitting Bull, I lay with my bow pulled
Arrow poisonous 'cause my enemy clip's full
Stay in the venue, with the party promoters, life parolers
Half the crowd wild, 9 m&m holders
Apply boulders, smash your allied soldiers
Intimate footage roll off the cameraman's shoulders
Many will die for fame, moving like Leroy
Can't be one and the same, nah, that ain't b-boy
The decoy, scan this with high tech radar
Til' my mic strike, leave a state-size crater
I came into this with the writer's block
To prevent a sudden shock on a large flock
Clips are uncut episode, invincible armor
I blaze one once I strike the match off my bomber