Just the Thought

Shit is traveling, hehe, yeah

Uh, and you don't dare stop

Come alive party people give me what you got

Uh, yeah, hidden gun spot

It don't take long to write a song, when the beat is strong

Check the bicep, flex the tricep

When I hold a microphone, you can't take it

When I start to spit the dart, you can't escape it

Trace it, and guide for you to write ya next shit

Supposed to be bitten, and sent three times a day

Fully automatic word spray, hold 'em at bay

Red dragon slay, turn M.C.'s to souffle

M.K. outta B.K., flight outta J.F.K., on his way to the U.K.

Heard the fans wanna see me and GZA perform

When Math throw the "Liquid Sword" on, we gettin' on

Check it, darts fly, through the air, hit the M.C.

I lay 'em all out, til my clip is empty

No one can take the hate, from the Clan

We execute, carry out the plan

My pen glides across the paper, like skates on ice

Makin' rappers think twice

You don't want to enter this deadly chamber

Even on the same track, you still a stranger

Just the thought, raise the hair on your skin

And once you step in, you feel the forceful winds

Prefuse 73, lace the track, and the DJ

Put many cuts on your back

Even in the foreign land, we still reign supreme

Whether solo, or the entire team

All over the globe, we represent the hip hop

Hoes and forces are bound to get dropped, what?

Wu World Wide, GZA, Masta Killa

Saga continues...