| Song | Dangerous Minds |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Album | Wu-Chronicles: Chapter 2 |
| Verse one：too poetic/grym reaper | |
| Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo | |
| Yo, yo, yo... | |
| Yo, i got stress on my brain that causes chest pains | |
| Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots | |
| And drug spots, well if you're too poor to move out | |
| Or get a new house, it's like livin in a war walkin through shootouts | |
| And you doubt god exists, when hard fists | |
| Be poundin on your head like jackhammers | |
| You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter | |
| Seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out | |
| Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out | |
| With just a few scars when the beating ends | |
| The streets [sniff] let ya breathe again | |
| But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end | |
| Of universal law, i'm callin on the meek and the poor | |
| To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war | |
| With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders | |
| A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this | |
| My sword hits the human orb until it orbits | |
| In the art of war kids see grym reap be morbid | |
| Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past | |
| Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids | |
| To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration | |
| And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan | |
| I'm ancient as 'amen', see i stay grym | |
| Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken | |
| Or strapped to the crossroads of hell and inner sin | |
| Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in sing-sing | |
| I bring grym tidings, tidal-ed/titled your wave all not exciting | |
| Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit | |
| Cause i stick figures that think they fat and can't rap wind blast | |
| I make em slim fast, lookin like stick figures | |
| I'm all that, i bag chips at concerts and shows | |
| Get more panties than hoes that boost victoria secret clothes | |
| Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's | |
| Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer | |
| Grym will mentally chop your career | |
| See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears | |
| Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name | |
| You better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape | |
| You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money | |
| Then smoked like rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey | |
| Verse two: prince rakeem/rzarector | |
| Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals | |
| Feet resembles christ's description from the bible | |
| Water-walker, immune to all physical torture | |
| Pull out fast in a porsche, upon a double-crosser | |
| My penis rise up in the morning like a phoenix | |
| And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic | |
| The imperial - material's venerial | |
| Mc's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material | |
| Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen magnavox | |
| Grabs thought like doctor octopus | |
| Cause war like the grandson of kush | |
| I'm hangin devil's heads on a evergreen bush | |
| Sugar-frosted sorceresses bitches get exhausted | |
| Pussy lips be drippin, like leaky faucets | |
| Undercover c-cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers | |
| While i'm guzzlin piper's, changin my son's shitty-ass diapers | |
| Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece | |
| You get stampeded by the wildabeast | |
| A rap dast' plus tracks black like chow yun fat | |
| Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat | |
| Common denominator, i swing the mic saber like vader | |
| He was fooled by the inter-pre-atation made from a traitor | |
| Mc's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone | |
| Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone | |
| Eventually, i knew the whole world would mention me | |
| Potentially, i have the key to make g's | |
| Mc's breeze on my tracks, i rock the fruit with the trees | |
| Killa bees spread rapid like diseases | |
| See it's, like the second comin of jesus, of nazareth | |
| Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like lazarus | |
| Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful | |
| Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope | |
| Niggaz realize they just can't cope | |
| The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke loc | |
| Verse three: frukwan/gatekeeper | |
| I blast watts in circuits like general monk-monk was turkish | |
| My science is divided deep into your central nervous | |
| Pervert area codes peep this murder | |
| I'm boxed-in, suckin hologram tits, inhalin oxygen | |
| Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix | |
| I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics | |
| I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm | |
| Physical existence is descendants of allah | |
| I travel at high rates, weaker men are primates | |
| That either migrate or get burnt to the stake | |
| I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetimene | |
| My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy | |
| Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like sunoco | |
| Flush em like presto, blast in your chest bone | |
| I raise from the shore, like sodom and gomorrah | |
| With traction, flashin a 4-wheel drive ford explorer | |
| While mucus lies within the center of the rubik's | |
| The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus | |
| Turmoil boilin appointed, niggaz rubbin off my style like a ointment | |
| Lost in the sahara, from trial and error | |
| Confused with 3 meals for sister sara | |
| Rahh! bearer, digestin minerals in abundance | |
| Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons |
| Verse one: too poetic grym reaper | |
| Yo, hah yo, rahh, yo, yo | |
| Yo, yo, yo... | |
| Yo, i got stress on my brain that causes chest pains | |
| Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots | |
| And drug spots, well if you' re too poor to move out | |
| Or get a new house, it' s like livin in a war walkin through shootouts | |
| And you doubt god exists, when hard fists | |
| Be poundin on your head like jackhammers | |
| You' re trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter | |
| Seconds after that you fade out, you' re played out, you' re laid out | |
| Your heart nearly gave out, you' re lucky that you made out | |
| With just a few scars when the beating ends | |
| The streets sniff let ya breathe again | |
| But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end | |
| Of universal law, i' m callin on the meek and the poor | |
| To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war | |
| With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders | |
| A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this | |
| My sword hits the human orb until it orbits | |
| In the art of war kids see grym reap be morbid | |
| Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past | |
| Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids | |
| To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration | |
| And twentyfour hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan | |
| I' m ancient as ' amen', see i stay grym | |
| Throwin fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken | |
| Or strapped to the crossroads of hell and inner sin | |
| Which trap the sinners in, to sell such in singsing | |
| I bring grym tidings, tidaled titled your wave all not exciting | |
| Stop riding the dick, start writin your own shit | |
| Cause i stick figures that think they fat and can' t rap wind blast | |
| I make em slim fast, lookin like stick figures | |
| I' m all that, i bag chips at concerts and shows | |
| Get more panties than hoes that boost victoria secret clothes | |
| Foes is tagged like exfoes toes at the coroner' s | |
| Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer | |
| Grym will mentally chop your career | |
| See shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears | |
| Escape outta your ducts every time you hear my name | |
| You better duck fate, or catch a fuckin face full of duct tape | |
| You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money | |
| Then smoked like rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey | |
| Verse two: prince rakeem rzarector | |
| Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals | |
| Feet resembles christ' s description from the bible | |
| Waterwalker, immune to all physical torture | |
| Pull out fast in a porsche, upon a doublecrosser | |
| My penis rise up in the morning like a phoenix | |
| And blast iron cells into a low blooded ' nemic | |
| The imperial material' s venerial | |
| Mc' s get murdered in serial, you can' t fuck with the material | |
| Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen widescreen magnavox | |
| Grabs thought like doctor octopus | |
| Cause war like the grandson of kush | |
| I' m hangin devil' s heads on a evergreen bush | |
| Sugarfrosted sorceresses bitches get exhausted | |
| Pussy lips be drippin, like leaky faucets | |
| Undercover ccyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers | |
| While i' m guzzlin piper' s, changin my son' s shittyass diapers | |
| Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece | |
| You get stampeded by the wildabeast | |
| A rap dast' plus tracks black like chow yun fat | |
| Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat | |
| Common denominator, i swing the mic saber like vader | |
| He was fooled by the interpreatation made from a traitor | |
| Mc' s get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone | |
| Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone | |
| Eventually, i knew the whole world would mention me | |
| Potentially, i have the key to make g' s | |
| Mc' s breeze on my tracks, i rock the fruit with the trees | |
| Killa bees spread rapid like diseases | |
| See it' s, like the second comin of jesus, of nazareth | |
| Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like lazarus | |
| Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful | |
| Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope | |
| Niggaz realize they just can' t cope | |
| The hair, bustin out the head resembles fire and smoke loc | |
| Verse three: frukwan gatekeeper | |
| I blast watts in circuits like general monkmonk was turkish | |
| My science is divided deep into your central nervous | |
| Pervert area codes peep this murder | |
| I' m boxedin, suckin hologram tits, inhalin oxygen | |
| Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix | |
| I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics | |
| I' m hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm | |
| Physical existence is descendants of allah | |
| I travel at high rates, weaker men are primates | |
| That either migrate or get burnt to the stake | |
| I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetimene | |
| My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy | |
| Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like sunoco | |
| Flush em like presto, blast in your chest bone | |
| I raise from the shore, like sodom and gomorrah | |
| With traction, flashin a 4wheel drive ford explorer | |
| While mucus lies within the center of the rubik' s | |
| The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus | |
| Turmoil boilin appointed, niggaz rubbin off my style like a ointment | |
| Lost in the sahara, from trial and error | |
| Confused with 3 meals for sister sara | |
| Rahh! bearer, digestin minerals in abundance | |
| Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons |