Da Mystery of Chessboxin' Lyrics
| Song | Da Mystery of Chessboxin' |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Album | Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 1 [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Wu Tang Clan | |
| The game of chess, is like a swordfight | |
| You must think first, before you move | |
| Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon | |
| When it's properly used, it's almost invincible | |
| Verse One: | |
| U-God Raw | |
| I'ma give it to ya, with no trivia | |
| Raw like cocaine straight from | |
| Bolivia My hip-hop will rock and shock the nation like the | |
| Emancipation | |
| Proclamation | |
| Weak MC's approach with slang that's dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head | |
| I'm pushin' force, my force your doubtin' | |
| I'm makin' devils cower to the | |
| Caucus Mountains | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Inspectah | |
| Deck Well | |
| I'm a sire, | |
| I set the microphone on fire | |
| Rap styles vary, and carry like | |
| Mariah I come from the | |
| Shaolin slum, and the isle | |
| I'm from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you'll catch a sharp sword to the midsection | |
| Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk | |
| Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk | |
| I'm mad vexed, is what the projects made me | |
| Rebel to the grain there's no way to barricade me | |
| Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there's no survivin | |
| Verse Three: | |
| Raekwon the | |
| Chef Ruff like | |
| Timberland wear, yeah | |
| Me and the | |
| Clan, and yo the | |
| Landcruisers out there | |
| Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks | |
| Bald heads, braids, blow this hook | |
| We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs | |
| Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks | |
| I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz | |
| I got to get my props, and win it yo | |
| I got beef wit commercial-ass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a | |
| Lexus eatin beef | |
| Straight up and down don't even bother | |
| I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers | |
| Chorus: Method | |
| Man My peoples are you with me where you at? | |
| In the front, in the back killa-bees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? | |
| Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats | |
| Verse Four: | |
| Ol' Dirty | |
| Bastard Here | |
| I go, deep type flow | |
| Jacque Cousteau could never get this low.. | |
| I'm cherry bombin shits... | |
| BOOM Just warmin'upenin', hm, hm, hm. | |
| Rappinin is what's happenin | |
| Keep the pockets stackeinin', hands clappinen' | |
| At the party when | |
| I move my body | |
| Gotta get up, and be-eeeee somebody! | |
| Grab the microphone put strength to the bone | |
| DUH-DUH-DU | |
| H...enter the | |
| Wu-Tang zone | |
| Sure enough when | |
| I rock that stuff | |
| Guff puff?? | |
| I'm gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like | |
| Jim Kelly or | |
| Alex Haley im a | |
| Mi-..Beetle | |
| Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore | |
| Niggaz be comin to the hip-hop store | |
| Comin to buy gro-cery from me | |
| Tryin to be a hip-hop | |
| MC The law, in order to enter the | |
| Wu-Tang You must bring the | |
| Ol' Dirty | |
| Bastard type slang | |
| Represent the | |
| GZA, Abbott, | |
| RZA, Shaquan, | |
| Inspectah | |
| Deck Dirty | |
| Hoe gettin low wit his flow | |
| Introducin, the | |
| Ghost..face.. | |
| Killah!! No one could get illa | |
| Chorus Verse | |
| Five: Ghostface | |
| Killah Speakin of the devil psych, no it's the | |
| God, get the shit right | |
| Mega trife, and yo | |
| I killed you in a past life | |
| On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit | |
| You reneged tried again, and got blasted | |
| Half mastered ass style mad ruff task | |
| When I struck | |
| I had on Timbs and a black mask | |
| Remember that shit? | |
| I know you don't remember jack | |
| That night yo | |
| I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought | |
| I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy | |
| Yo, nobody budge while | |
| I shot slugs | |
| Never shot thugs, | |
| I'm runnin with thugs that flood mugs | |
| So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin | |
| Niggaz is jettin | |
| I'm lickin off son [Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!!] | |
| Verse Six: | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Homicide's illegal and death is the penalty | |
| What justifies the homicide, when he dies? | |
| In his own iniquity it's the | |
| Master of the | |
| Mantis Rapture comin at cha | |
| We have an | |
| APB on an | |
| MC Killa Looks like the work of a | |
| Masta Evidence indicates that's it's stature | |
| Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture | |
| The flow, changes like a chameleon | |
| Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger | |
| This technique attacks the immune system | |
| Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim | |
| You scream, as it enters your bloodstream | |
| Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain | |
| Movin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure - | |
| ANY MOTHER | |
| FUCKIN CON | |
| TENDER Chorus |
| zuo ci : Wu Tang Clan | |
| The game of chess, is like a swordfight | |
| You must think first, before you move | |
| Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon | |
| When it' s properly used, it' s almost invincible | |
| Verse One: | |
| UGod Raw | |
| I' ma give it to ya, with no trivia | |
| Raw like cocaine straight from | |
| Bolivia My hiphop will rock and shock the nation like the | |
| Emancipation | |
| Proclamation | |
| Weak MC' s approach with slang that' s dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head | |
| I' m pushin' force, my force your doubtin' | |
| I' m makin' devils cower to the | |
| Caucus Mountains | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Inspectah | |
| Deck Well | |
| I' m a sire, | |
| I set the microphone on fire | |
| Rap styles vary, and carry like | |
| Mariah I come from the | |
| Shaolin slum, and the isle | |
| I' m from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you' ll catch a sharp sword to the midsection | |
| Don' t talk the talk, if you can' t walk the walk | |
| Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk | |
| I' m mad vexed, is what the projects made me | |
| Rebel to the grain there' s no way to barricade me | |
| Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there' s no survivin | |
| Verse Three: | |
| Raekwon the | |
| Chef Ruff like | |
| Timberland wear, yeah | |
| Me and the | |
| Clan, and yo the | |
| Landcruisers out there | |
| Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks | |
| Bald heads, braids, blow this hook | |
| We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs | |
| Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks | |
| I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz | |
| I got to get my props, and win it yo | |
| I got beef wit commercialass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a | |
| Lexus eatin beef | |
| Straight up and down don' t even bother | |
| I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers | |
| Chorus: Method | |
| Man My peoples are you with me where you at? | |
| In the front, in the back killabees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? | |
| Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats | |
| Verse Four: | |
| Ol' Dirty | |
| Bastard Here | |
| I go, deep type flow | |
| Jacque Cousteau could never get this low.. | |
| I' m cherry bombin shits... | |
| BOOM Just warmin' upenin', hm, hm, hm. | |
| Rappinin is what' s happenin | |
| Keep the pockets stackeinin', hands clappinen' | |
| At the party when | |
| I move my body | |
| Gotta get up, and beeeeee somebody! | |
| Grab the microphone put strength to the bone | |
| DUHDUHDU | |
| H... enter the | |
| WuTang zone | |
| Sure enough when | |
| I rock that stuff | |
| Guff puff?? | |
| I' m gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like | |
| Jim Kelly or | |
| Alex Haley im a | |
| Mi.. Beetle | |
| Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore | |
| Niggaz be comin to the hiphop store | |
| Comin to buy grocery from me | |
| Tryin to be a hiphop | |
| MC The law, in order to enter the | |
| WuTang You must bring the | |
| Ol' Dirty | |
| Bastard type slang | |
| Represent the | |
| GZA, Abbott, | |
| RZA, Shaquan, | |
| Inspectah | |
| Deck Dirty | |
| Hoe gettin low wit his flow | |
| Introducin, the | |
| Ghost.. face.. | |
| Killah!! No one could get illa | |
| Chorus Verse | |
| Five: Ghostface | |
| Killah Speakin of the devil psych, no it' s the | |
| God, get the shit right | |
| Mega trife, and yo | |
| I killed you in a past life | |
| On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit | |
| You reneged tried again, and got blasted | |
| Half mastered ass style mad ruff task | |
| When I struck | |
| I had on Timbs and a black mask | |
| Remember that shit? | |
| I know you don' t remember jack | |
| That night yo | |
| I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought | |
| I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy | |
| Yo, nobody budge while | |
| I shot slugs | |
| Never shot thugs, | |
| I' m runnin with thugs that flood mugs | |
| So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin | |
| Niggaz is jettin | |
| I' m lickin off son Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!! | |
| Verse Six: | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Homicide' s illegal and death is the penalty | |
| What justifies the homicide, when he dies? | |
| In his own iniquity it' s the | |
| Master of the | |
| Mantis Rapture comin at cha | |
| We have an | |
| APB on an | |
| MC Killa Looks like the work of a | |
| Masta Evidence indicates that' s it' s stature | |
| Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture | |
| The flow, changes like a chameleon | |
| Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger | |
| This technique attacks the immune system | |
| Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim | |
| You scream, as it enters your bloodstream | |
| Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain | |
| Movin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure | |
| ANY MOTHER | |
| FUCKIN CON | |
| TENDER Chorus |
| zuò cí : Wu Tang Clan | |
| The game of chess, is like a swordfight | |
| You must think first, before you move | |
| Toad style is immensely strong, and immune to nearly any weapon | |
| When it' s properly used, it' s almost invincible | |
| Verse One: | |
| UGod Raw | |
| I' ma give it to ya, with no trivia | |
| Raw like cocaine straight from | |
| Bolivia My hiphop will rock and shock the nation like the | |
| Emancipation | |
| Proclamation | |
| Weak MC' s approach with slang that' s dead you might as well run into the wall and bang your head | |
| I' m pushin' force, my force your doubtin' | |
| I' m makin' devils cower to the | |
| Caucus Mountains | |
| Verse Two: | |
| Inspectah | |
| Deck Well | |
| I' m a sire, | |
| I set the microphone on fire | |
| Rap styles vary, and carry like | |
| Mariah I come from the | |
| Shaolin slum, and the isle | |
| I' m from is comin through with nuff niggaz, and nuff guns so if you wanna come sweatin, stressin contestin you' ll catch a sharp sword to the midsection | |
| Don' t talk the talk, if you can' t walk the walk | |
| Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk | |
| I' m mad vexed, is what the projects made me | |
| Rebel to the grain there' s no way to barricade me | |
| Steamrollin niggaz like a eighteen wheeler with the drunk driver drivin, there' s no survivin | |
| Verse Three: | |
| Raekwon the | |
| Chef Ruff like | |
| Timberland wear, yeah | |
| Me and the | |
| Clan, and yo the | |
| Landcruisers out there | |
| Peace to all the crooks, all the niggaz with bad looks | |
| Bald heads, braids, blow this hook | |
| We got chrome tecs, nickel plated macs | |
| Black axe, drug dealin styles in phat stacks | |
| I only been a good nigga for a minute though cuz | |
| I got to get my props, and win it yo | |
| I got beef wit commercialass niggaz with gold teeth lampin in a | |
| Lexus eatin beef | |
| Straight up and down don' t even bother | |
| I got fourty niggaz up in here now, who kill niggaz fathers | |
| Chorus: Method | |
| Man My peoples are you with me where you at? | |
| In the front, in the back killabees on attack my peoples are you with me where you at? | |
| Smokin meth hittin caps on the block with the gats | |
| Verse Four: | |
| Ol' Dirty | |
| Bastard Here | |
| I go, deep type flow | |
| Jacque Cousteau could never get this low.. | |
| I' m cherry bombin shits... | |
| BOOM Just warmin' upenin', hm, hm, hm. | |
| Rappinin is what' s happenin | |
| Keep the pockets stackeinin', hands clappinen' | |
| At the party when | |
| I move my body | |
| Gotta get up, and beeeeee somebody! | |
| Grab the microphone put strength to the bone | |
| DUHDUHDU | |
| H... enter the | |
| WuTang zone | |
| Sure enough when | |
| I rock that stuff | |
| Guff puff?? | |
| I' m gonna catch your bluff tuff rough, kickin rhymes like | |
| Jim Kelly or | |
| Alex Haley im a | |
| Mi.. Beetle | |
| Bailey rhymes comin raw style, hardcore | |
| Niggaz be comin to the hiphop store | |
| Comin to buy grocery from me | |
| Tryin to be a hiphop | |
| MC The law, in order to enter the | |
| WuTang You must bring the | |
| Ol' Dirty | |
| Bastard type slang | |
| Represent the | |
| GZA, Abbott, | |
| RZA, Shaquan, | |
| Inspectah | |
| Deck Dirty | |
| Hoe gettin low wit his flow | |
| Introducin, the | |
| Ghost.. face.. | |
| Killah!! No one could get illa | |
| Chorus Verse | |
| Five: Ghostface | |
| Killah Speakin of the devil psych, no it' s the | |
| God, get the shit right | |
| Mega trife, and yo | |
| I killed you in a past life | |
| On the mic while you was kickin that fast shit | |
| You reneged tried again, and got blasted | |
| Half mastered ass style mad ruff task | |
| When I struck | |
| I had on Timbs and a black mask | |
| Remember that shit? | |
| I know you don' t remember jack | |
| That night yo | |
| I wuz hittin like a spiked bat and then you thought | |
| I was bugged out, and crazy strapped for nonsense, after me became lazy | |
| Yo, nobody budge while | |
| I shot slugs | |
| Never shot thugs, | |
| I' m runnin with thugs that flood mugs | |
| So grab your eight plus one, start flippin and trippin | |
| Niggaz is jettin | |
| I' m lickin off son Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang!!!! | |
| Verse Six: | |
| Masta Killa | |
| Homicide' s illegal and death is the penalty | |
| What justifies the homicide, when he dies? | |
| In his own iniquity it' s the | |
| Master of the | |
| Mantis Rapture comin at cha | |
| We have an | |
| APB on an | |
| MC Killa Looks like the work of a | |
| Masta Evidence indicates that' s it' s stature | |
| Merciless like a terrorist hard to capture | |
| The flow, changes like a chameleon | |
| Plays like a friend, and stabs you like a dagger | |
| This technique attacks the immune system | |
| Disguised like a lie paralyzin the victim | |
| You scream, as it enters your bloodstream | |
| Erupts your brain from the pain these thoughts contain | |
| Movin on a nigga with the speed of a centipede and injure | |
| ANY MOTHER | |
| FUCKIN CON | |
| TENDER Chorus |
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