'96 Recreation (Demo)

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RZA

Robert Fitzgerald Diggs (born July 5, 1969), better known by his stage name Rza ( /ˈrɪzə/ RIZ-ə; usually styled RZA), is an American Grammy-winning music producer, multi-instrumentalist, author, emcee, and occasional actor, director, and screenwriter. A prominent figure in hip hop, Rza is the de facto leader of the Wu-Tang Clan. He has produced almost all of Wu-Tang Clan's albums as well as many Wu-Tang solo and affiliate projects. He has also released solo albums under the alter-ego Bobby Digital, along with executive producing credits for side projects. In addition to the Wu-Tang Clan and his solo releases, Rza was also a founding member of the horrorcore Hip Hop group Gravediggaz where he used the name The Rzarector. Furthermore, he has acted in several mo… more »

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Yeah, start wit' that one
Yo, yo, yo

My acoustic pugilistic lingustic rap fabric
Is a mixture of Arabic, Sanscrit, English, italics
I talk quick, y'all bitches can't comprehend my dick-release spit
But love should I release hits
We travel through bodies like blood vessels
While y'all crab niggas try to wrestle to be on top of this pedestal
Slang doctrine, minoxin, lyrical toxin, I'm chessboxin'
Words is rushin' through like a herd of angry oxen

Fatal for these pussy cat niggas is dead weight
Concentrate, my murder rate accelerate, terminate
I'm so spoiled like coke in the foil
Knock knock, I shot the whole block
Electricity, flow splendidly
Internally inside of me like Tony Starks' tee
I create excellency, one-sixty call L-O-U-N-G assist me
Papi wardrobe is key, roll promptly
For slang hall, vocabulary Igor, Frankenstein mind
Rewind for a minute while I dig down your track, stupid
I move quick shit is accurate, Kojack tactics
Chaos, Killa Bee minds, high society blackness, spread the rumor

My lyrical marvel makin' more cream than Carvel
Y'all niggas best to hold your weight like barbell
To my verbal swordsman school, students don't play truant
My most prudent pupil, rhyme under influence
Of alcohol and tobacco, mushrooms imported from Morocco
Bellies on the rocks and a twenty sack of choco
With forty tales and gold around the fist, bitch, I carve
Lyrics on the paper so my family won't starve

I'm deep in the shit, I stay highly involved
Never in-conceited, never been beated
Got trapped in many wars but not yet retreated
My style you need it, I just write to read it (damn, nigga)
It's all fresh lyric, no nothing gets repeated (turn the mic on)
I came a long way and, guess what? I succeeded
I conquer my opponent and feed him baby food
'Cause he's childish and illiterate and, yeah, has been rude
To the father year me, O-R-I-G
Respond to the war with the Killa Bee law

Scavenger nigga, you's a shrimp
A full line of shit, my ear can't digest it
Stop drinking all that water, let's take it to the land
So I can Godzilla up your shit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
Niggas be creeping up my beanstalk
When I start to come down on your fucking ass
You tried to chop shit on up
Played my shit like parks, bitch, I'm that

Legendary microphone's weaponry
You secondary bitch-ass fairies
Scary cats won't survive this verbal attack
You think you're slang can match
The Wu-Tang, emphatically now cypher
You fake crumbs, you should be stung on your tongue
While you young guns bunge, we plunge into the grunge
Deep into the dark dungeon, we come in one wind
Nine minds combine to form the wisest rhyme force to summon
I be the quoted mathematical combination
Unloading mysteries of life, you feel my solar wind blowing

Just then, I came on the stage like wind
Blew slang in your face and it touch your skin
You felt chilly, just like you smoked a bag of illy
You need a coat just to protect your throat
Two pairs of socks, kid, I'm cold like ice rocks
Chap-lipped duds can't f*ck with the chatterbox
Cherry heads felt the draft of the ox
Shaolin niggas all f*ck with one block
They forgot about the big Cappa slang murderer
Down with the union, big street sling murderer
Terrorizing, move, I'm tranquilizing
Fast getaway wit' the slow speed driving
Two miles an hour, Cappa do it wit' the power
Somebody blow something, cut fool in the tower

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