In 1997 and 2000 two albums under the name Soul Assassins were released. Both albums featured an army of rappers and both were almost entirely produced by Cypress Hill's beatsmith DJ Muggs, with minor contributions by The Alchemist (three songs) and DJ Khalil (one song) on the second volume.
Third World
RZA & GZA/Genius Lyrics
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But understand the principle.
My man Muggs, droppin' phat tracks like drugs.
Breaker-breaker one two. Breaker-breaker one two. You're breakin' up.
Peace.
One: Genius
Beams shatter light from the Wu-mansion
Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC
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 cycle, who flips the mic so well?
Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells
Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin'
Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'
My sword indeed make more niggas bleed
So swift that the eye couldn't record the speed
I lost ya, wit that offer
Nigga that'll cost ya
Feel the strings of torture
Bust him in the? half gallon?
Whats that shit he drinkin'?
They got him thinkin'
That he could crash his ship and he'd be sinkin'
I told him " Come back when you're sober."
Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October
Don't even catch me when I'm blunted
Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a SB-1200
Instruments the terror on warships, its corporate
Visual niggas paint portraits
Two: RZΑ
Check the mic lines for wire-taps
...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed...
Fire back, all hands on deck
Cadet, Vets, insert cassette
Tracks snap heads like berettes
Catch web sites like Internet
...team, I'm detecting vehicles approaching from the East...
Pass me the infra-red binoculars Captain so I can see
Sound the alarm
Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs
Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms
Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply
Send 'em back like George McFly
I be holdin' this
Travel ground like a motorist
Poisonous gas released from my track is odorless and tasteless
Like Ghost is Face-less
Which allowed the God to bring it back, it be the hundred cases
MCs heads weave like trees in a breeze to rhymes like these
Underwater flow strikes like torpedos
You'll get plugged more than Del Rio
Played short like De Vito
Split the fuck up like Mike Jakatito
Sword cut sharper than concorde needles
Call my second private
...tell em Righteous importing messages to Cypress...
I heard your crew assisted on the island with Dr. Titus
Any chance of releasing the new deadly virus?
To infiltrate the Western States
Its time to pump out more rap tapes
And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate
RZA over and out...
The song "Third World" by RZA and GZA/Genius is a combination of political commentary and old-school hip hop braggadocio. The lyrics are divided into two parts, with each artist taking a turn rapping. The first verse, delivered by GZA/Genius, begins by emphasizing the Wu-Tang Clan's invincibility, but then turns to social issues in the black community. GZA/Genius references the media's tendency to promote negative stereotypes of black men, particularly in hip hop, and compares it to snipers picking off vulnerable targets. He then turns to a more personal reflection of his own skill as an MC, boasting about his ability to rap so well that it leaves other aspiring rappers shaking in their boots. He concludes with a warning to other rappers to not approach him unless they are serious about their craft.
Line by Line Meaning
Yeah, yeah, yeah. One two. One two. Ayo, Wu-Tangs invincible.
The Wu-Tang Clan is unstoppable and unbeatable.
But understand the principle.
However, it's essential to comprehend the underlying values of the group.
My man Muggs, droppin' phat tracks like drugs.
Muggs is producing fantastic tracks that people get addicted to.
Breaker-breaker one two. Breaker-breaker one two. You're breakin' up.
Radio communication is lost or unstable.
Peace.
Goodbye, farewell, or have a good day.
Beams shatter light from the Wu-mansion
The Wu-mansion generates impressive energy that breaks light beams.
Still branchin' off the tree that sparked any MC
The Wu-Tang Clan continues to expand its influence that originated from its founding members.
And the fool that fell far was the Righteous
The Righteous fell from greatness and foolishly let their power slip away.
It was Cypress, let the media hype this
Cypress is responsible for spreading the propaganda and raise the media's attention to it.
Promotion niggas snipe this
People who exploit and seek to capitalize on hype will face criticism and backlash.
Push it like tray bags of 72
Pushing something, usually illegal drugs, with great force and volume simultaneously.
Kept niggas in suede rags
They kept poor people poor, although they appeared to have more money than them.
Microphone cycle, who flips the mic so well?
Who can use and perform best with the microphone?
Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells
Being trapped in a hopeless, overcrowded, and unsatisfactory situation.
Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin'
Once the sword comes out, there's no avoiding the adverse consequences.
Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'
People already falter and give up, but amateurs feel insecure and nervous.
My sword indeed make more niggas bleed
The sword causes more harm than just its physical impact.
So swift that the eye couldn't record the speed
The actions performed so quickly that it's not possible to observe them with the naked eye.
I lost ya, wit that offer
I lowered the volume or stopped communicating because the message or request was uninteresting or irrelevant.
Nigga that'll cost ya
Continuing this conversation or asking for those services comes at a price.
Feel the strings of torture
Experience extreme physical or mental suffering.
Bust him in the? half gallon?
Open a bottle or container that has roughly 64 ounces.
Whats that shit he drinkin'?
Ask what this person is drinking.
They got him thinkin'
This group or substance has possessed his mind and created a new way of thinking.
That he could crash his ship and he'd be sinkin'
Believing that he can make significant mistakes but still come out unscathed.
I told him " Come back when you're sober."
He is encouraged to return when he is no longer under the influence of drugs or alcohol.
Drunk ass punk on a motherfuckin' Hunt for Red October
Drunk person fixated on a formidable challenge or impossible mission like the antagonist in the book/movie The Hunt for Red October.
Don't even catch me when I'm blunted
Do not interrupt him or talk to him when he is high.
Rhymes start runnin' like bloops on a SB-1200
Words and lyrics come to his mind spontaneously and uncontrollably like samples on a digital sampler.
Instruments the terror on warships, its corporate
Musical instruments become weapons and instruments of terror in music.
Visual niggas paint portraits
People, who are able to bring visions to life through music, generate compelling imagery.
Check the mic lines for wire-taps
Remember to inspect the hardware for possible eavesdropping devices.
...we're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed...
We are facing a threat, prepare yourselves, target the source of the danger, and take action.
Fire back, all hands on deck
Return fire; everyone needs to be on high alert and ready to act.
Cadet, Vets, insert cassette
Newbies and experts can contribute something relevant and valuable.
Tracks snap heads like berettes
Beats and lyrics can cause sudden and violent movements in the body, similar to that of a small firearm's recoil.
Catch web sites like Internet
He can find website platforms that host the music like how spiders catch prey through webs.
...team, I'm detecting vehicles approaching from the East...
He detects visible or invisible threats approaching the group from the East.
Pass me the infra-red binoculars Captain so I can see
He needs advanced surveillance tools to examine and identify the enemy's exact location and status.
Sound the alarm
Notify your team that danger is imminent or already present.
Call for the suicidal kamikaze ninjas with the bombs
Call upon trained assassins to engage in suicide missions that involve explosive devices.
Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms
Seeing dangerous scenarios, such as gunfire, through imagery that resembles a neon environment where objects have a 'glowing' characteristic.
Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply
Every time he's around, he creates a tense and suffocating atmosphere for the more experienced members of the group.
Send 'em back like George McFly
Reverting someone's current situation back to a previous or undesirable point in time or place.
I be holdin' this
He is known for always holding and controlling the situation.
Travel ground like a motorist
Travel around with great speed and efficiency.
Poisonous gas released from my track is odorless and tasteless
Lyrics that emit negative or harmful energy without being physically detectable to the senses.
Like Ghost is Face-less
Similar to how Ghostface Killah is unknown and unpredictable.
Which allowed the God to bring it back, it be the hundred cases
The ability of the 'God' to revive a situation that was believed to be hopeless, like solving a hundred cases of unsolvable scenarios.
MCs heads weave like trees in a breeze to rhymes like these
The music and lyrics are powerful and influential enough to affect people's physical reactions.
Underwater flow strikes like torpedos
The heavy flow of beats and lyrics hits like an explosive torpedo in the water.
You'll get plugged more than Del Rio
You will get more than what you asked for, like what happened to Armando Alejandre Jr., Carlos Costa, and Pablo Morales, who were killed by a cannon fire from a Cuban Mig in 1996.
Played short like De Vito
Played unfairly or not given an equal chance, like Danny DeVito's height compared to his colleagues.
Split the fuck up like Mike Jakatito
The ability to separate things quickly and seamlessly like how Mike Jackatito separated players in his basketball games.
Sword cut sharper than concorde needles
The sword has an extraordinary sharpness that can rival the needles on a Concorde supersonic plane.
Call my second private
He needs to speak to someone of authority or a highly ranked member of the crew.
...tell em Righteous importing messages to Cypress...
The Righteous is sending messages to Cypress via a private messenger.
I heard your crew assisted on the island with Dr. Titus
He overheard from other sources that the crew is helping or cooperating with Dr. Titus on an island.
Any chance of releasing the new deadly virus?
Is there a possibility of releasing a new virus that can cause death and destruction?
To infiltrate the Western States
The plan is to invade or manipulate affairs in Western States using this new virus or something similar.
Its time to pump out more rap tapes
It's the right time to release more music.
And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate
The Wu-Tang symbol can associate and convey messages and ideas on behalf of the group.
RZA over and out...
Radio communication has ended, and there will be no response back.
Writer(s): Gary e. Grice, Robert F. Diggs, Larry Muggerud
Contributed by Hunter S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@unblessingthepurity6163
[RZA]
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 One: Genius/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
Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells
Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin'
Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'
My sword indeed make more niggas bleed
So swift naked eye couldn't record the speed
I lost ya, wit 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 the terror on warship, its corporate
Visual niggas paint portraits
[Verse Two: RZA]
Yo, Check the mic line for wire-taps
We're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed
Fire back, all hands on deck: cadet, vets, insert cassettes
Tracks snap heads like berets; catch web-sites like internet
Chief, I detected vehicles approaching from the East
Pass the infrared binoculars, captain, so I can see
Sound the alarm; call for the suicidal-kamikaze ninjas with the bombs
Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms
Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply
Send 'em back like George McFly
I, be holdin' this; travel ground like a motorist
Poisonous gas released from my track, its odorless and tasteless
Like Ghost is face-less
Which allowed the God to break backs, and beat a hundred cases
MCs heads weave like trees, in a breeze to rhymes like these
Underwater flow strike like torpedoes
You get plugged more than Del Rio; played short like De Vito
Split the fuck up like Mike-Jack and Tito
Sword cuts sharper than Concorde needles
Call my second private, tell 'em write this important message to Cypress
I heard Yacub's assistant on the island was Dr. Titus
And they just released a new deadly virus
To infiltrate the Western States
It's time to pump out more rap tapes
And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate
RZA, over and out...
@6955beniegn
Yeah, yeah, yeah - one two, one two
Aiyyo, Wu-Tang's invincible
But 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."
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
Hell without bail, in jams packed like jail-cells
Theres no escaping, once my blade starts scrapin'
Niggas flakin', wannabe MCs is shakin'
My sword indeed make more niggas bleed
So swift naked eye couldn't record the speed
I lost ya, wit 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 the terror on warship, its corporate
Visual niggas paint portraits
Yo, Check the mic line for wire-taps
We're under attack, man your stations, take aim, proceed
Fire back, all hands on deck: cadet, vets, insert cassettes
Tracks snap heads like berets; catch web-sites like internet
Chief, I detected vehicles approaching from the East
Pass the infrared binoculars, captain, so I can see
Sound the alarm; call for the suicidal-kamikaze ninjas with the bombs
Flashes of neon, all we saw was flying arms
Anytime I come by, alumni cut short their air supply
Send 'em back like George McFly
I, be holdin' this; travel ground like a motorist
Poisonous gas released from my track, its odorless and tasteless
Like Ghost is face-less
Which allowed the God to break backs, and beat a hundred cases
MCs heads weave like trees, in a breeze to rhymes like these
Underwater flow strike like torpedoes
You get plugged more than Del Rio; played short like De Vito
Split the fuck up like Mike-Jack and Tito
Sword cuts sharper than Concorde needles
Call my second private, tell 'em write this important message to Cypress
I heard Yacub's assistant on the island was Dr. Titus
And they just released a new deadly virus
To infiltrate the Western States
It's time to pump out more rap tapes
And use the Wu-Tang symbol to communicate
RZA, over and out...
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@lepsyche
This is one of those hidden gems of old school hip hop! if you're here you know, we've been rolling for a while! long live good music!!
@Nascarthelastcornerbender
Hidden Gems...Bro this was big when it dropped....2nd single to Muggs solo debut....everything but hidden. One of Wu strongest records.
@Phyerbyrd13AZ
this comment is a testament to that 10 yrs strong.. saw them last night PHX AZ 9.30.22 Wu Tang For Life Killa bEez we on da swarm
@m_smart
This is not Old School Hip Hop, you would know, if you were around back then!! ✌🏼✌🏼
@graystar212
2023 I made a song to this sample
@Epochs33
Crazy , this is the first time I heard this record !
@lakeboyshino
"Don't even catch me when I'm blunted, rhymes start running like loops on a SP1200" ... I'm gone gza you got it🤦
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Right!!! 👑👑👑👑
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Mf cold🥶 🧊
@filippecyna4418
I will never understand how these tracks dont get recognition