Wu-Tang Clan — MTV Base London Freestyle Pt II 1997

[Introduction: RZA (Method Man)] (Everybody come on down) Sittin' in my class, yo Let me get the mic, yo,yo, check, check, yo, yo [Verse 1: RZA] Sittin' in my class at a quarter to ten Waitin' patiently for the class to begin The teacher said "Students open up your text And read the first paragraph on oral sex!" I said "Oral sex! What kind of class is this?!" Then the girl next to me said "what's wrong with you miss?! Yo, this is a lesson that makes you feel fine Kinda ease your nerves and relax your mind!" I told her "Don't try to use no hypnostic spell!" She said "Be my assistant, I'd sure rather tell!" Yo, my knees buckled heart started to drop My dick grew to a size that my nerves couldn't stop I tried to leave, she yelled out "freeze!" Pulled down my pants and then dropped to her knees Ripped off my draws as if she had claws Broke the rules that defined sex laws She saw my dick and responded quick with a welcoming kiss And a ice cream lick She did the job she begin to slob As she nibbled on my dick like it was corn on a cob She put her head in between my legs I said "Easy on my balls, they're fragile as eggs." She kept sucking and then we start fucking She said "RZArector, nigga keep trucking" Yes, in pain she yelled out the name "Rakeem!" And then I came [Verse 2: Masta Killa] *unintelligible freestyle* Do the knowledge to a nigga named Trigga Bad rude boy from the lands of Jamaica Visions to venture to the U.S To receive the gold that he couldn't achieve in his country Even though he sold mad weed For the next man, who was the Don of the clan Niggas actin' like they got my block locked Like I can't sling drug raps and eat food But I be the rudest... gun totin' Shots lash out like a violent explosion At the nigga, who tries to stop my production Intervene the scene and slow up my Cream None of that black, East New York, gun talk Niggas I extort from Baltic to Boardwalk [Hook RZA] Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing my bell Well, who is it? Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell Well, who is it? Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell [Verse 3: Method Man] This rhyme has no limitation, this time there's no hesitation Collecting minds at the door You want it baby it's yours, the flavors raw What the fuck you think I'm flowing for? It's rhyme and reason Bite the bullet brothers is foul and it's duck season We at odds till we even motherfucker Bad asses, high times, lower classes Taste mine, straight shots in dirty glasses Bring it to him, room service, under pressure and mad nervous Waving guns at the clergy Ticallion, we ain't worried, keep them sick niggas 7-30 Picture this, watch the birdy [Hook] Someones knocking at my door Who is it? Someones ringing my bell Well, its the RZA! Someones knocking at my door Who is it? Someones ringing my bell Well, its the RZA! [Verse 4: RZA] This here style is called sweet premium If it was crack, I guess you fiends would beam them Crabs don't like me, but what could they do me Disrespect the God, yo nigga, i'll tell you truly Rhymes are like poison, son, so watch your dosage Me? I'm like the priest Pai Mei, the White Lotus Style is wild, it's called the Plum Blossum Cold grab the microphone, you play possum Sometimes rhyming may not just be my intent You wanna fight? You best to wear a helmet It won't take long for me, to break your barrier Coming out strapped just like a missile carrier Out of the blue the Wu will fuck with you When I gots the gun, dunn, I play the buckaroo Walk down the block like a vigilante Guess I can't stop 'til a hoe enchant me Then I step to her, just to interview her Sweat her for an hour, 'til I get to screw her Keep a stack of condoms inside my cannister Freak her on the floor, and on my bannister Coming back for more, that's how we keep them R to the H-A-E-M, yo [Verse 5: Method Man] Girls and girls and girls and girls, girls and girls and girls and girls Stephanie's a girl without no hair Everytime i see her face, it makes me scared She so big and strong, destroying all the houses Beating down the fellas and busting out her blouses So one night I was so damn scared Cause she reached down in her drawers and started pulling a [?] So I ran out the block, my stupid street And she was right there singing this song to me So I took off again, started running my speed That's when I ran into the brother Allah B Now I was [?] I was kinda confused But I had to get away there was no time to lose Stephanie was upset, getting real mad Walking around [?] I looked around she was nowhere to be seen That's when she cold snuffed the brother, Allah B So I ran out the block by the plaza store And she was standing right there in the fucking door So I took off again, but she was catching up fast Stephanie [?] and started waxing my ass [Hook] Someones knocking at your door nigga Who is it nigga? Someones ringing the bell Well its U-G Someones knocking at my door, someones ringing the bell Well, U-G [Verse 6: U-God] I holds down the place, no shots to your face Elite Special force no religious style faith The melting pot boil gun shot drama soil Gamble when I scramble handle hot pots of oil [Interlude] [U-God] We're gonna bring it back selector... Mathematics [RZA] Hit 'em this one time, hit 'em this one time [U-God] Hit' em in the head with the oldschool dead, dead 'em up real dead [Meth] Word, right yo nigga, yo, come on with the... (we outta here) *unintelligible freestyling* [RZA] This is Wu-Tang, we out right here, we out though, we out [Meth] Hold on...fuck that [RZA] We gotta rap it up, we gotta rap it up [Meth] Alright... [Outro: Method Man] I'm here for you son, I gotcha back As long as you keep it real, word, I gotcha back Brothers want the drama but don't know how to act Until the chrome pointed at his dome head crack...