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#10 Bring The Pain
1117 pts.
1 first place vote

Method Man

Year: 1994
Producer: RZA
Hook: Booster
Sample: "Mechanical Man" - Jerry Butler
Track # 3
Time: 3:09

When observing the Tical album as a whole, the obvious tone is dark, hardcore and raw and Bring The Pain is no different in that sense. Looking back on the most hardcore attitudinal track on 36 Chambers it is Bring Da Ruckus. Obviously Method Man did not have a verse on that track. Therefore this can be considered Meth’s Bring Da Ruckus (Pain).

Rza takes the Wu-Tang grime atmosphere to extremes here, with the oh so familiar hummmm, to the synthesizer samples to the heavy drum kit. It's astonishing how much this song truly encompasses the Wu-Tang sound. Mef's rugged raw lyrics easily match the melody and prove why he was once considered among the greatest emcees of all time.

The first 2 lines say what its all about

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane

Giving himself the image as “The dark side of the force” more like a reaper image, both verses have abstract and metaphoric punchlines along with battle rapping:

Quick on the draw with my hands on the four-nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore

Bring The Pain I believe is one of the most metaphorically
(“two tears in a bucket”) rich tracks released by one of the generals. There is one on almost every line, here are the ones on verse 1 that involve the wordplay:

But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
both can mean pussy

In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross

I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

- Driving Miss Daisy was a movie in 1989….Swayze referring to him in Roadhouse, also in 1989

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
records hey so I can write monumental
Methods I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

Booster comes on the interlude giving just a hint of Mef and the Wu's future working with Reggae artists.

And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you

Mef comes with another hilarious ode to torture on the outro...

I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
and make you kneel in some staircase piss

I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

For Bring The Pain to be ranked #10, it is one of the more important tracks on the Tical album for the darker tones and themes overall. The grimy dark bass instrumentals along with Method Man’s deep raspy voice and sucking back saliva is what many fans are always expecting from his newer releases and why they get criticized. Very few tracks in Wu-Tang and Meth’s early years show this to the extreme as displayed in Bring The Pain. An example of another track such as this is “I Get My Thing in Action”. I chose that example since the instrumental has that “insane” sound…like the music in a scene with a (insane) villain within a classic kung fu flick.

Fuck the hoe……fuck the hoe.

***Review By Prolifical ENG

#9 Shadowboxin'
~Liquid Swords~
1149 pts.
1 first place vote

Method Man/GZA

Year: 1995
Producer: RZA
Sample: "Heartaches & Sadness" - Ann Peebles
Movie Sample: Shaolin vs. Llama
Track # 8
Time: 3:30

Clearly the Rza & Gza wanted to create an album that exemplified the metaphor of what Kung fu was to hip hop. Shadowboxin (on name alone) demonstrates this the most by featuring two emcees rhyming back and forth, not in a battle-like manner but rather two skilled warriors demonstrating their technique to the world.

Making the #9 slot in the top 101 (and deservedly so) shadowboxin' in my opinion also demonstrates one of the best collaborations between two members of the clan. Gza and Method Man ABSOLUTELY destroy this track, there is not a single weak verse.

How could anyone doubt Meth's ability on the mic when he drops...

I breaks it down to the bone gristle
Ill speaking Scud missle heat seeking
Johnny Blazing, nightmares like Wes Craven
Niggaz gunnin, my third eye seen it coming
Before it happen

You know about them fucking Staten
Kids they smashin
Everything huh, in any shape form or fashion

Now everybody talking bout they blastin, hmmm
Is you bustin steel or is you flashin? Hmmm

Talkin out your assHOLE
You shoulda learnt about the flow and peasy afro
Ticallion stallion, chinky eye and snot nosed
From my naps to the bunion on my big toe

I keeps it movin, know just what the fuck I'm doin
Rap insomniac, fiend to catch a nigga snoozing
Slip the cardiac arrest me, excorcist hip-hop posess me

Crunch a nigga like a Nestle, you know my STEEZ
burning to the third degree, sneaky ass alley cat top pedigree
The head toucher, industry party bum rusher
You don't like it dick up in ya fuck ya

Gza then comes in and drops this gem...

I slayed MC's back in the rec room era
My style broke motherfuckin backs like Ken Patera
Most rap niggaz came loud but unheard
Once I pulled ut, round em off to the nearest third
Check these non visual niggaz, with tapes and a portrait
Flood the seminar, tryin to orbit this corporate
indsutry, but what them niggaz can't see
must break through like the Wu, unexpectedly
Protect Ya Neck, my sword still remain imperial
Before I blast the mic, RZA scratch off the serial
We reign all year round from June to June
While niggaz bite immediately if not soon
Set the lynchin, and form the execution date
As this two thousand beyond slang suffocate
Amplify sample through vacumn tubes compressions
cause RZA, to charge niggaz twenty G's a session

..that whole verse needed no highlighting, Gza killed it. But it just carries on when Meth once again brings the goods with....

When my mind start to clickin, and the strategy
is mastered the plot thickens, this be that Wu shit
I don't give a cotten-pickin FUCK
about a brother tryin to size a nigga up, I hold my own
Hard-hat protect your dome
Look at mama baby boy actin like he grown
No time for sleep, I gets deep as a baritone
Killa bee, that be holdin down his honeycomb, loungin son
Wu brother number one, protect your neck
Flying guillotines here they come, bloody bastards
Hard times and killer tactics, spittin words plus
semi-automatic slurs, peep the graphic
novel from the genie bottle, hit the clutch
shift the gear now, full throttle, time to bungee
To the next episode, I keeps it grungy
Hand on my nutsac, and spittin lung-ghies
At a wack nigga dat, don't understand the fact
When it come to RZA tra-cks I don't know how to act
Real rap from the Stat, killa hill projects
How to be exact, break it down
All in together now
Things are getting good looking better now

...If anything should be a highlight for what Meth can do, this song should be a contender. Shadowboxin doesn't feature Rza's most complex production feature but this grimey loop interlaced with well timed scratches is more than enough to complement the raw skills on show.
A defining moment for Rza, Gza and Meth. A highlight on Liquid Swords and a song worthy of the legacy from the Wu-Tang Clan.

(Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin)
(Sha-shadowboxing, the special technique of shadowboxing)

***Review by TAURO

#8 Criminology
~Only Built For Cuban Linx...~
1196 pts.

Raekwon/Ghostface Killah

Year: 1995
Producer: RZA
Samples: "I Keep Asking You Questions" - Blak Ivory
"Why Marry" - The Sweet Inspirations
Movie Sample: - "Scarface"
Track # 4
Time: 3:47

As raw and as good as mafioso rap gets, Raekwon and Ghostface top that 'as good as' bar with ease with Cuban Linx, especially this song. With a jazzy and grimey beat, lush with horns, strings and high smooth bells, RZA makes you wanna take a gun and shoot everything on sight with your sunglasses on. Both Ghostface and Raekwon deliver fantastic verses, with a lots of passion and energy, and with that trademark NY slang. But what really shined was Ghostface's flow and delivery. With a very liquidish river-flow, he makes love to your eardrum and makes every word fit, without pauses or speed-ups. The chemistry between Ghost and Rae was always present, but here... it's like a nuclear test site when it comes to chemistry reminiscent of Heaven or Hell. They just fit like two pieces of Jigsaw Puzzles perfectly. The song is pretty flawless in my opinion, and fully deserves the spot that Wu-Corp voted out.

The song is opened by a sample from Scarface with Tony Montana's voice immediately activating your 7th sense of Criminology.

I told you a long time ago you fucking little monkey
not to FUCK ME."
Hey hey, who the FUCK you think you going for huh??!
Who the fuck you think I am your fucking dough-boy?
You wanna go to war?.... Wanna go to war, OK?

With Raekwon's song intros that we are fully introduced to, he opens up a rollercoaster ride of metaphors, images and... Criminology.

Yo, first of all son, peep the arson
Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to capture
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's militant
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin shit
It's manifested, the Gods work like appliances
Dealin in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The 9th chamber, leave you trapped inside my hallway
You try to flee but you got smoked up by the
(blaow! blaow! blaow!)

No question, I send your ass back, right to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin

While I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause
Cash Rules
Everything Around Me
black, as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse like God Degree
Then analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt like a flashback chain reaction
(Lace them niggaz son)

With a short break Raekwon enters the field. The energy he had was just unmatchable on the mic. He poured his heart into every word, every verse. Hence, Cuban Linx, one of the best hip hop albums off all time. Rakewon drops a metaphor paradise in the verse following Ghost's

AK's black bust back like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez black
Ron G, you know he coincide with me see
Marvelous, Menace fo' Society
But anyway, let's toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the nose
Phonograph hip-hop put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hill fly shit with a knot
The Witty Unpredictable live shit, drive by shit
Do or die shit, I'll take your lye and shit
And then you know, I'm running through the penal, foul
Four-toothed child was wild
The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one love kid
No I'm not doing a bid

Too much to get for what cause six niggaz got
stuck, and the nigga chain was truck
Yo fuck that, Criminology rap
Speakers stay jet black floating in the flyest AC's
Nigga... bring it! Yeah..

And yes, he didn't do a bid, but he was accused of murder of the track, with Ghost as an accomplice.

Raekwon then gives a shout out to his fellows. The RZA-laced ear pleasing master-piece
comes to an end. But not to worry...


***Review by Shizzah

#7 Triumph
~Wu-Tang Forever~
1254 pts.
5 first place votes

Ol' Dirty Bastard/Inspectah Deck/
Method Man/Cappadonna/U-God/
RZA/GZA/Ghostface Killah/Raekwon

Year: 1997
Producer: RZA
Track # 2 Disc #2
Time: 5:38

June 3, 1997. The 9-headed hip hop Wu-Tang Clan dropped it’s sophomore double-disc album “Wu-Tang Forever” following their legendary debut LP “Enter The Wu-Tang – 36 Chambers.” The Clan from Staten Island and Brooklyn continue their world-wide success that started in late 1993 with the release of an album that is found on every Top 20 Hip-Hop Albums List. The album brought hard, refreshing, and grimey production from the RZA, kung-fu movie influenced lyrics mixed up with big city stories, and the unbreakable will to make it out of the gutter to the top.

On Wu-Tang Forever the group takes its exotic style to another level. Not only are there more 5% teachings to be found, but more complex rhyme structures and slang rap techniques. RZA’s production makes another big Wallabe step towards legendary status, using keyboard sounds and huge orchestral arrangements, introducing the world to a revolutionary new Wu-Sound.

And Triumph is a prime example of that development. A resentful bass-line, well-arranged strings and perfectly-placed trumpets are the cornerstone as Dirty Intros the song and Inspectah Deck climbs the New York rap throne with one of the most famous verses Hip Hop...:

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?
I'm the Osirus of this shit
Wu-Tang is here forever - motherfuckers
It's like this ninety-seven
Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes
Let's do it like this
I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine
Let's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies
and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin these
mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits
tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics
I inspect view through the future see millenium
Killa Beez sold fifty gold sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets Queen Beez ease the guns in
Rumblein patrolmen tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more
Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly
Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi
Stomp grounds I pound footprints in solid rock
Wu got it locked, Performin' live on you hottest block

It’s hard for the following MC’s to come even harder than this, but what INS started off with lyrical dominance, Meth keeps the song’s energy up with charisma and swagger, U-God with his brilliant wordplay and RZA with his back in the day fury:

As the world turn, I spread like germs
Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed neverlearn
It's my testament to those burned
Play my position in the game of life standing firm
on foreign land, jump the gun out the frying pan, into the fire
Transform into the Ghostrider, or Six Pack
In a Streetcar named Desire, who got my back?
In the line of fire holding back, what?
My people if you with me where the fuck you at?
Niggaz is strapped, and they trying to twist my beer cap
It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm
Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood
clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots
You wanna think twice, I think not
The Iron Lung ain't gotta tell you where it's coming from
Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone
Rip through your slums

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true
Loot my voice on the LP, my team is on to slang rocks
Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talking
Tell your story walking
Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid
Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies
So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted
My deadly notes reigns supreme
Your fort is basic compared to mine
Domino effect, arts and crafts
Paragraphs contain cyanide
Take a free ride on my thought, I got the fashion
catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

The saga continues
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet
The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat
We crush slow, flaming deluxe slow
For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war
Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb
Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms
Tune spit the shit immortal combat sound
The fake false step make, the blood stain the ground
A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum
A death kiss, cap off squeeze another anthem
Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics
My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas
My music Sicily, rich California smell
An axe killer adventure, paint a picture well
I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng
Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-cypher punks couldn't hold us
A thousand men rushing in, not one nigga was sober
Perpendicular to the square, we stand bold like flare
Escape from your dragon's lair, in particular
My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine
to the top of your cerebral cortex
Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex
Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream
or terminal, like Grand Central Station
Program fat baselines, on Novation
Getting drunk like a fuck I'm duckin five-year probation

GZA and Masta Killa slow down the track and their verses are solid and filled with knowledge as always. But it wouldn’t be the clan without being able to finish a track in style with Ghost and Rae’s chemistry lighting up the place.

War of the masses, the outcome, disaterous
Many of the victim family save they ashes
A million names on walls engraved in plaques
Those who went back, received penalties for their acts
Another heart is torn, as close ones gone
Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds
and leaks sounds that's heard
ninety-three million miles away from came one
to represent the nation, this is a gathering
of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan
As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage
The High Chief Jamel-Ah-Rief take the stage
Light is provided through sparks of energy
from the mind that travels in rhyme form
Giving sight to the blind
The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum
Death only one can save shell from
This relentless attack of the track spares none
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it's me, Black Noble Drew Ali
came in threes we like the Genovese
Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back
Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack
Codeine was forced in your drink
You had a navy green salamander fiend, bitches never heard youscream
You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb
Blowing like Shalamar in eighty-one
Sound convincing, thousand dollar court by convention
Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission hold tha
fuck up, Allah fasten your wig, bad luck
I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch
it's me, Black Noble Drew Ali
came in threes we like the Genovese
Is that so? Caesar needs the greens
It's Earth, ninety-three million miles from the first
Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

Aiyyo dat's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul off
Connect thoughts to make my man Shai walk
Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser
New York gank adviser world tranquilizer
Just the dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives
While, my pen blow lines ferocious
Mediterranean, see ya, the number one traffic
sit down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God
The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula
Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substatial
Max mostly, undivided then slide it, it's sickening
Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland.

Being the first single, the video for “Triumph” directed by Brett Ratner (Rush Hour), carries the group’s lyrical effort perfectly to the masses, with swarming killa beez taking over New York, INS climbing skyscrapers, Method Man riding motorbikes chased by a monstrous fireball and as soon as RZA storms jail with black wings, its clear the clan did it again. It's Wu World Order, do the knowledge.

***review by The GFX

#6 ~4th Chamber
~Liquid Swords~
1283 pts.
6 first place votes

Ghostface Killah/Killah Priest/RZA/GZA
Year: 1995
Producer: RZA
Sample: "Groovin' " - Willie Mitchell
Movie Sample: Shogun Assassin
Track # 7
Time: 4:37

This track destroyed the boundaries of music altogether. I know the hardest of hardcore metal fans who love this. I know skaters who have made this their personal mantra. I know chicks who are die hard pop Britney Spears fans who get down to this. It is a worldwide phenomenon.

The #1 track from Liquid Swords in terms of Corp voting is a no-brainer Top 10 song. Rza creates a dark and disturbing atmosphere filled with screeching synthesizers, metal guitar chord strikes, and low hollow bells that roll and act as part of the percussion along with the hardest of snare raps. The result is a melody that upon first listen causes goosebumps and further plays melt the listener's ears.

Yet another brilliant movie sample from Shogun Assassin proceeds the song, so enrapturing it sets the mood precisely for what's to follow...

Choose the sword, and you will join me
Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
You don't understand my words, but you must choose

So... come boy, choose life or death

Ghostface opens the verses in a eye-opening way, his lyrics ranging from metaphorical, to surreal, to all out Biblical. The expansion of his game from earlier Clan releases is ever apparent here, as his subject matter, flow accuracy, and range are all on the highest levels.

The only man I hold weight for
Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rap-coons
Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
Cuz I be duckin crazy spades
The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept?
Stand up, You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
Noriega, aimin nozzles stay windy in Chicago
spine-tingle, mind boggles
Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don

Killah Priest's verse was duplicated perfectly in the video, as he indeed sits on a throne between two pillars of ivory. This was another of the many fantastic aspects of the album, with so many videos, you went way above and beyond the already visual lyrics. You got to see in living color, GZA's vision of the album.

I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
Loungin, between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece
my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
My eye's the vision, memory is the film
Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
And throw all types of fits
I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

Rza's verse is easily one of his and the Clan's best. He wraps you into a first person account of an attack on your house, with kidnapped family members, and a secret government plot which has apocalyptic conequences. By quoting revelations (144,000 chosen) and its warlike subject being concluded by "protons electrons always cause explosions" an acronym for "peace", RZA engrosses you with his intelligent designs. The replay value is immense.

Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
A hit was sent, from the President, to raid your residence
Because you had secret evidence, and documents
On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

GZA's concluding verse just gets better and better with each bar as he ends with a bang literally, blowing up both in the song and as an artist. A legend is born.

The banks of G, all CREAM downs a bet
Money feel good, opposites off the set
It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
I'm on some tax free shit by any means
Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
I learned much from such swift cons who run scams
Veterans got they game spiced like hams
And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
that made me truncate the lenghth one tenth
woofers thump, tweeters hits like air pumps
RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
Scarred tryin to figure who invented
this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fused

As far as music goes, and I'm talking ANY genre here, it really doesn't get any better than this. Instrumentally and lyrically, it is easily one of the greatest songs of all time.

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