Wu-Tang Clan — And You Dont Stop

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists here, knowumsayin'? Bacon Lot, knowumsayin'? I don't need no introductions, Cat Whuuuuut [Verse 1: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm sittin' in my west, I'm analyzin' thoughts I'm sippin' off a quart that I just had bought I'm thinkin' of the moment, things soar in that head I feel assurin' durin', also glad Yes, feel assured by knowin' I won Cuz there's no one who can fuck wit A-Sun I'm not bein' pushy but I'm born to boss Unique Ason, oh yes, well of course Don't see the riot, everyone keeps quiet If you don't believe nigga, get hyper and try it Yes it is me, a total fresh MC Yo, I'm born to be, MC history Rhyming on time because that's the deal You're only as fresh as your ass feel Other MCs, you are bound to fall 'Cause your real world is not a world at all [Chorus: Streetlife] Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB Hands quick as lightenin', technique too deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, his snot box Shadow boxin' better punch, you need oxygen, try again When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in [Verse 2: Masta Killa & Method Man] Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow One foot crow crane, anti-chain movement Restore the ming, some take this thing for joke Serious men deep in thought, misunderstood, held the fork He's too defensive, too mean, you didn't, now it's a scene These cats over here got Glock holdin' him down These niggas scheming, I'm seeing everything Ten steps ahead, on the wall smokin' my Agent high told best friend of the wine Still drunk off a cheap wine Holdin' front lines, niggas wanna front, fine Fuck wit me and mine, rain on your sunshine Swine nigga's come as hard as a pork rind Can you dig it? Only 5% live it While the rest of you fake niggas try to get it Now fuck around [Chorus: Streetlife] Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB Hands quick as lightenin', technique too deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxygen, try again When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in [Verse 3: Ol' Dirty Bastard] Down wit the All In Together Now Crew The GZA, the RZA, me of course too The thing I'm analyzing is strickly Hip Hop That's what's made, well made is on my workshop You was unable plus earn advance Just to touch the untouchable kip hop dance They're sayin' of the utmost, truly I'm the utmost Have you ever caught the Hip-Hop holy ghost Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype Especially when you find yourself rhymin' over mics I became a wrecker through my amplifier Break it down base, treble through my dancer That's one new dance, it's to my Black Magic music It's not classic, Arabic or basic It's strickly thickly, dirty and districkly If not don't you pick me and forget me [Chorus: Streetlife] Drunken Master, styles causin' street disaster Blaze cut faster than a fairy slasher Tai-chi, Kung Fu fighting, ODB Hands quick as lightenin', technique too deadly Iron fist blew the pawn, switch styles like lay long Let's get it on, heavy chow broke, it's not 'bout Shadow boxin', better punch, you need oxygen, try again When you catch the second wind, I'll break you in