Living in the World Today
DJ MUGGS Lyrics

Yo check it out son, check it out son
Attention, pay attention

Yo, live in the place to be
We are present and ready to perform.

You got the capital G, G to the A-M-C
You possess the necessary knowledge and skills in this art form.

Givin a mad shout out to the ranch crew from the old school
Acknowledging the pioneers of this art form and showing respect.

We gonna take y'all back, knowhati'msayin? Lyrical sorcerers right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son
We will showcase our skills and take you back in time with our lyrical dexterity. We are the masters and the best of our time.

Well if you livin in the world today, You be hearin the slang that the wu-tang say
If you are present in the world today, you will hear the peculiar language that the Wu-Tang crew uses.

Niggaz that front we don't handle em, So we blast em, alright, well ok
Those who disrespect us will be met with no mercy. We respond with force and violence.

Well if you like the way it sound then clap man, And if the women love it too well then raise your hands, But only raise your hands if you're sure
If you appreciate our performance, show your appreciation. However, only do so if you are genuinely pleased.

My rhyme gross weight vehicle combination,Was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the station
My lyrics are potent and weighty, too complex for ordinary artists to handle.

Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it, Gassed up, fuckin with some regular unleaded shit
My lethal rhymes sliced through the competition like a double-edged guillotine. They are fueled with high-octane energy, unlike mediocre artists.

Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that, Bind-in, x marks the spot on the scope
The heads of my enemies will metaphorically roll down hills, bound with ropes. I aim with precision, marking my targets for destruction.

Heavily armed military is necessary, it's a gamble, Mc's bet they best at every
Defeating me requires an army of well-equipped soldiers, but it is still a risky bet for my opponents. They must bring their A-game.

Powerful parable ditties might harm, If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
My lyrics carry a strong message that could be dangerous if someone meddles with them. They can trigger a reaction, resembling that of a pipe bomb.

Flashbacks to the duel of the iron mic, Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
Remember my legendary rap battle? Beware of my scathing rhymes, they pack massive blows and could potentially suffocate and silence other artists.

Microphone cords tangled from being star-spangled, Now who could ever say they heard of this? My motherfuckin style is mad murderous
My intense and brutal rhymes have entangled other artists' microphone cords. No artist can ever replicate or compete with my unique and deadly style.

My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed, Of niggaz who think it ain't like that
My initial rhymes are powerful enough to kill those artists who underestimate me and believe that they have a chance against me.

Mc's are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks, Them God struck, religious niggaz call it bad luck
Defeating me is as difficult as surviving an ambush from a mad truck. My enemies will be struck down by my rhyme skills, and religious people may consider it as bad luck.

Rap celeb, you got caught up in the web, Now bees are stingin, yo that niggaz em-singin
Beware of the trap around fame and success. The industry and other artists will attack and sting you for being in the spotlight.

I'm just swingin swords strictly based on keyboards, Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
My scathing rhymes come from my computer keyboard, but they are mightier than a physical sword. They carry the weight of an elephant, but they are not without imbalance.

I throw raps that attack like the japs on pearl harbor, Mc's be out like bank robbers, Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
My lyrics strike with the same intensity as that of the Japanese military during the Pearl Harbor attack. My enemies will scatter like bank robbers, and those who manage to escape will do so as the sole survivors.

Dj the getaway driver, Tried to dip but he dive, I socialize on vocal vibes, On tracks stabbed up with razor-sharp knives
The DJ is the driver of my success, but when cornered, he will jump or dive just like that. My music is an expression of my social interactions, and my lyrics are lethal and sharp-edged.

Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it, Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate, For fat tapes and then played out and out of date
Malicious and covert artists find it challenging to understand and replicate my style, as it is unique and impenetrable. The trends are transient, and my music will last forever.

Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate, And from that point, the God made a statement
I compose my lyrics on the spot, refining them to perfection. Once I am satisfied, I deliver the most potent message, like a godly pronouncement.

Draftin tracements, replacements in basements, Materials in sheet-rock, to soundproof the beatbox, And microscopic optics received through the boxes
I create and refine my rhymes in a secluded space, strengthening them and protecting them from outside interference. My music is engineered to perfection, and the message is carefully crafted to reach every listener.

Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical, Punchlines, that's unstoppable, Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops
My messages are controversial, and record labels might find them overly stimulating. My punchlines cannot be stopped and hit like bullets fired from guns that attract the attention of law enforcement.

Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop, But we only increase if everything is peace, Father u c king the police
Law enforcement is always lurking around hip-hop concerts, trying to shut it down. However, we only get stronger if peace prevails, as the king can defeat any adversary.

Well if you livin in the world today, You be hearin the slang that the wu-tang say
If you are present in the world today, you will hear the peculiar language that the Wu-Tang crew uses.

Niggaz that front we don't handle em, So we blast em, alright, well ok
Those who disrespect us will be met with no mercy. We respond with force and violence.