Crazy 8's (feat. Method Man, Ghostface Killah, Inspectah Deck, Masta Killa, Cappadonna, Solomon Childs & StreetLife)

The Shaolin Fist requires great speed
It attacks your enemy at all his vital points
You are ready to fight

Ayo, I dropped out of school when I was two years old
Changed my own diaper, went on the road
Partied every night in the playpen
Put a bitch near with me, nigga, I'm scrapin'
Now, I'm a grown man, run around like Usain Bolt
Rambo knife in the booth when I lay my votes
Can't front, yo, I did a few lines of coke
Then I slammed Jenna Jameson (Wu) and lit up a smoke

Yeah, you never know a better flow-er
It's a daily show like Trevor Noah
The monеy used to talk now, it scream at me
Paper bags, make 'em all wanna squeeze at me
Colder than the Iceman, Bobby Drake
'Cause showing niggas love only got me hate
I'm straight outta Park Hill, really, the squad's ill
We showing more hands than car deals (get 'em)

Intense like the poison of a cobra (right)
You hear the fat lady singing, then it's over (right)
Domination, David & Goliath (right)
You can't see the truth when you biased (get 'em)
Intense like the venom of a spider (Wu)
You ain't in my circle, you a outsider (Wu)
Excalibur, live in the fire (right)
You can't see the truth when you biased (bork)

"Don't hold anything back! Use all your strength"

Yo, it will cost more to bury you than what you're worth
Toss shovels full of dirt and put you under the Earth
Eight-times-eight, 64 bars of perfection
Aligned like the stars in the heavens
They search for the Remedy, behold, it's the truth untold
Etched into solid gold, two-ton stone
My fortune, based on brains and extortion
(Fuck the world) I blow it out of proportion

Gorilla, then the Planet of The Apes
I write a punchline and plant it on your face
Eat a punch that you ain't even got a case
Here's a shot that you ain't even gotta chase
You late, and you ain't even got a case
Get your karma with your cake
Not a killer, you ain't even got the tape
This a Air Force One, not a bait
But, hold a lotta weight
In the game and you ain't even gotta wait, Wu-Tang

Yo, I'm a suspect, person of interest
FBI still can't figure out how I killed it
Forensic couldn't explain my horrendous
Methods that I use to display my vengeance
Brain scan, 3D diaphragm
Can't detect or understand the mental thoughts of a madman
The evidence? Left them clueless
Sonar? Radar? Can't track, ta catch my movements

(Keep going) Yo
(It'll tear your head) I'm a bad motherfucker, Medina warrior
With the black bandana, the panther, I'm the answer
My work ain't for hire, I'm out hirin' outta Kansas
Stick, but now I fire
Dressed up in my justified homicide attire
I kill so masterfully, for your desire
I do this shit with ease
The Chief Habib got the mic under siege (ay)
MCs freeze or get buckled at the knees

The death rate rise when you enter my zone
I kill 'em all, one of my bars split eight domes
They runnin' from Don, shittin' on themselves, waitin'
For bars that'll lift they feet, smack they face in
36 Shaolin twists, oh, hey, shit
Rubber bit, '45 Caliber spit
You get your face changed, son, fuck 'em all
W's everywhere, when you hear the call

(Ay)
"From tomorrow (ay), you're to start teaching all the Wu-Tang secrets
Give him a firm foundation and I believe he won't let us down
We all agree"