[Intro]
Yeah, what?
Feel the fire
Word life
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1]
What's your major malfunction for pumpin'
That watered down substance? Kid, watch for the snuffings
Wu-Tang Productions paralyze the function
Street corruptions, no interruptions
Son of my father's mother's ex-husband
Uncle's sister's son, his daughter's cousin
Raised in a killing field where the gun stay bustin'
I keep supplyin' this Uncontrolled Substance
Highly-explosive radio-active doses
Spontaneous flow that's very impulsive
Raw material that's anti-corrosive
My attitude stay intensely repulsive
Wannabe MCs, but first you gotta face me
S-T-R double-E T
Mostly low key 'til someone provokes me
Stay anti-socially, so don't bother approachin' me
Keep the burner closely and mosey
Catch me where the hoes be, Shaolin O.G
With my voice box rid of toxic, Killah Hill Projects
We lock shit, fuck the opposite, eat a dick
I talk mad shit 'cause I could back it
Plus 85%of y'all rappers is actors
You's a sex symbol, shakin' your ass to sell a single
But you sold out, yo, you sold out
You walked the whole route, and now you straight trout
And now you straight trout, get snuffed the fuck out!!!
[Chorus]
"Fierce darts..." -- Inspectah Deck
"We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital
"Blew off the burner k-k-kinda dusty" -- Ghostface Killah
"We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital
"Pullin out gats-g-g-gats for fun" -- Raekwon
"We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital
"Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor" -- Inspectah Deck

[Verse 2]
Yo, supreme intelligence, Killah Hill resident
Wu-Element, yo, my logo deal with excellence
Street specialist, holdin' this, solo lyricist
Black supremacist from the nine deadliest
Ghetto chemisist, the tip of my tongue is venomous
Spit Poisonous Darts continuous
All you fatter cats with battery backs and gangster raps
Claimin' how much gats you pack, you still wack
You's a suspect, no respect, catch a chin-check
Talkin' nines and TECs, you haven't met Street yet
Quick to shit on your rep, cosmetic fuck
This is B-B conduct, Shaolin What!? What!?

[Chorus]
"I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side" -- Raekwon
"Fierce darts that'll pierce thru Solid Armor" -- Inspectah Deck
"We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital
"Pierce through S-s-solid Armor" -- Inspectah Deck
[Verse 3]
This is Street Life delivery, heavy artillery
("We could bust a shot...") Thug therapy until they bury me, feelin' me?
Shattered Armor, my code of honor
Never dishonor, stay far of foreigners
You wearin' toga suits and open-toed sandals
Eatin' Strange Fruit, gettin' man-handled
Control your lust, never reach and don't bust
Watch who you trust, get Digi like dust
Street Life, you know the type, bloody your eyesight
I'm taking all fights tonight, on mic or off mic
You ain't the truth, you seeing, yo, got your suit
Don't put your faith in the flute, son, you're mad loose
Another thug turned bitch, the industry made you switch
Done shattered your armor and now you ain't shit
Look at your now with your washed up style
Represent it 'til I die, N.Y., Shaolin Isle

[Chorus]
"We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital
"Blew off the burner k-k-kinda dusty" -- Ghostface Killah
"We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital
"P-P-Pullin out gats for fun" -- Raekwon
"We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital
"B-B-Blew off the burner, k-k-kinda dusty" -- Ghostface Killah
"We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital
"Fierce darts that'll pierce through solid armor" -- Inspectah Deck
"We could bust a shot or we could bust a verse or two" -- Bobby Digital