Living in the world today
GZA & Method Man Lyrics

Yo (yeah) Check it out son, check it out son
Hey, listen up, son, pay attention

Yo, (Wu, can I get a soo) live in the place to be
Wu-Tang Clan represents and dominates the hip-hop scene

You got the capital G
Referring to GZA, who is respected and powerful

G to the A-M-C
Spelling out GZA's initials

Givin' a mad shout out to the Ranch Crew from the old school
Showing respect and love to a previous rap group

And we gonna take why'all back, know what I'm sayin'?
We'll bring you back to the golden days of hip-hop

Lyrical sorcerers right here, the fathers, the cream of the crop son
We are highly skilled rappers, considered the best

(Yo check it)
Listen up, pay attention

Well if you livin' in the world today
If you're currently existing in this modern world

You be hearin' the slang that the Wu-Tang say
You would be familiar with the unique language spoken by Wu-Tang Clan

Niggaz that front we don't handle em
We don't tolerate people who pretend or act tough

So we blast em, alright, well OK
We respond by aggressively attacking and overpowering them

Well if you like the wicked sound then clap man
If you enjoy our raw and edgy music, show your appreciation

And if the women love it too well then raise your hands
And if the ladies also appreciate it, show your support

But only raise your hands if you're sure
But only show your enthusiasm if you truly mean it

(Punk niggaz shatter like a glass jaw, break it)
Weak individuals crumble easily, just like a fragile jaw

My rhyme gross weight be into combination
My lyrics are heavy and powerful

Was too heavy for the Chevy's is chased out the station
It was too intense for weak rappers to handle

Double-edged was the guillotine that beheaded it and
My words were so sharp and deadly, they destroyed the competition

Gassed up, fucking with some regular unleaded shit
They were foolish to challenge me with their mediocre skills

Heads roll on hillsides behind ropes that
Their heads are figuratively rolling down hills, defeated and humiliated

Bind-in, X marks the spot on the scope
They are targeted and marked for their inevitable downfall

Heavenly art, military is necessary, it's a gamble
My rap skills are divine, and a strong presence is required to succeed, even if it's risky

Emcees bet they best at every
Rappers constantly compete, gambling with their skills

Power move, parable ditties might harm
My impactful songs can have destructive effects on others

If tampered with, set off and strike like pipe bombs
If provoked, I will unleash my words with explosive force

Flashbacks to the Duel of the Iron Mic
Recalling a legendary rap battle, a classic moment in history

Look out for these fatal flying spikes, of massive
Beware of the deadly and powerful lyrics I deliver

Sleep-holds, put strangle on commercial angle
I suffocate and strangle the mainstream music industry's commercial approach

Microphone cords tangled from being Star Spangled
The microphone cables are knotted due to being caught up in the fame and American ideals

Now who could ever say they heard of this?
Who else could claim to have witnessed such skill and artistry?

My motherfuckin' style is mad murderous
My unique rapping style is intense and lethal

Well what you know about emceeing?
Do you have any knowledge or skills in the field of rap?

Yo, I know a lot
Yes, I have extensive knowledge and experience

Well can you demonstrate somethin' nigga?
Can you showcase your talent and skills?

Huh, I'd rather not
No, I prefer not to at the moment

I'm talkin' 'bout stacks cousin
I'm referring to earning substantial amounts of money

Nigga that's what I got
That's what I possess and have achieved

Cash rules over all
Money has significant power and influence

Well cash rules the spot
Money dominates and controls the situation

My preliminary attack keep cemeteries packed
The initial strike of my rhymes keeps graveyards full

Of niggaz who think it ain't like that
Those who underestimate my lyrical prowess

Emcees are gunned down like being run down with mad trucks
Rappers are annihilated similar to being hit by large trucks

then God struck, religious niggas call it bad luck
Their demise is seen as a result of divine intervention or unlucky fate

Raps of led, you got caught up in the web
My rap lines are fatal, entangling and trapping my opponents

now bees are stingin', yo that niggas them singin'
Now they face the consequences and pain, regretting their actions

I'll be swingin' swords strictly based on keyboards
I craft deadly verses solely using my computer keyboard

Unbalanced like elephants and ants on see-saws
My lyrics are creatively unpredictable, like the imbalance between elephants and ants on a see-saw

I throw raps that attack like the Japs on Pearl Harbor
My words strike with relentless force, comparable to the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor

Emcees be out like bank robbers
Rappers flee and disappear like criminals after a bank heist

Fleeing the scene, to be a sole survivor
Escaping the consequences, striving to be the only one left standing

DJ the getaway driver
The DJ provides the means to escape and evades capture

Tried to dip but he dive I socialize on vocal vibes
They attempt to escape, but I maintain my presence and influence through my powerful voice

On tracks stabbed up with razor sharp knives
On my songs, I deliver piercing and intense lyrics

Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it
Rappers with hidden criminal intentions will recognize it

Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate
It's challenging to comprehend my style when the path to understanding is limited

for fat tapes and then played out and out of date
The popularity and relevance of cassette tapes have diminished over time

Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate
I rebuild and improve my ideas on the spot

And from that point, the God made a statement
At that moment, I, as the skilled rapper, assert my dominance

Draftin' tracements, replacements in basements
I skillfully create new rhymes and replace the weak ones in the underground

Materials in sheet-rock, to sound proof the beat box
Using physical materials to enhance the quality and effect of the beat

And microscopic optics received through the boxes
The audience experiences the music through small speakers and audio devices

Obnoxious topic, major labels, flavor tropical
Controversial subject matter, major record labels, and a distinct tropical vibe

Punchlines, that's unstoppable
I deliver punchlines that are relentless and unstoppable

Ring like shots from glocks that attract cops
My rhymes resonate like gunshots, catching the attention of law enforcement

Around the clubs and try to shut down the hip-hop
They attempt to suppress and limit the influence of hip-hop music in clubs

But we only increase if everything is peace
However, our influence grows stronger when there is harmony and unity

Father you see King the police
Metaphorically, I am the ruler, and the police serve as my subjects