Artist: RZA Album: It's Murdah (S) Song: It's Murdah Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: RZA] Uh-oh... sounds like Rakeem is back in town... Yeah... it's gonna be a lot of trouble for all you cornballs out there I'm causing murder... this is called "Murder He Wrote" Like homicide, bloodshed, all that stuff, this is that.. I'mma bust it out... old style... [RZA] I locks it on, and I'm on, and on, on and on Like Ricochet Rabbit and who? Droop-A-Long So one-two, here's a funky freaky song Spoke by a brother, who technique is strong Many shall come, few shall be chosen Blessed with the skills, of funky rhymes flowing I guess I'm the best, with my style I manifesting Lyrics, that came your chest in Testing-testing, microphone's checking Enough checking, it's time to start wrecking Posses and groups, who seem to be souped Up like Campbell's, how low could you stoupe Oopsy, daisy, you must be crazy If you think your rap style can phase me Cease the back beat, you won't succeed I damage ya head, until your ears bleed The international freaky flower So legit, I make ya throw a fit So quit, and stop, submit You can't benefit, because I'm infinite Your rhymes are counterfeit, nah they distance That reflects on your mental ignorance I grab the mic with five fingers of death Know you can't fuck with me, save your breath And the word is, suckas getting murders Because they know their techniques are worthless I'm in control, plus I got soul So pass me the butter, cuz I'm on a roll Throughout New York, I'm known to stalk I leave my footprints, in the center of the sidewalk Murder... Yeah... yeah... and this is murder... Murder, murder... and this is murder... [RZA] I'm entertaining, banging, funky rhyme slinging Changing slang, at the same time bringing An edible, incredible, style that's unforgottable Grows like a vegetable, you know I'm sweatable So sweat it, but don't let it haunt you Of course it don't force you, sweat cause you want to Could hear my rhymes, admit that you love 'em Break to make a tape, and high speed dub 'em I cause massacre to those that blabber Make 'em disappear, like abracadabra Who end their career, because I'm the engineer Rap pioneer, on a new frontier And if I may say, on a foul day, a wild day Learning M.C.'s, to me, ya'll simply child's play So let's play, rap and seek And see who could freak, the best technique Peek-a-boo, I see you, your ass is through My rhymes start to screw, like black taboo I don't deal with voodoo, or lyrical witchcraft I spellbound a brother, who kick the riff-raff This is just a rough draft of rapping Made by a brother, who stayed on Staten Island, with my funky style I'm styling Although some may say, that we're soft and smiling If we smiling, then our fronts are shining Blunts are being passed and the Gods are rhyming Calm, casual, cool and collective Cuz we learned being smooth is respected Come in peace but maintain your stimulation Staten Island, is the home of Recreation Murder... [Outro: RZA] And this is murder... murder, murder, murder... Yeah, and this is murder... The Prince Rakeem Allah, yeah, I'm a murderer... Funky President Melquan... yeah, he's a murderer... To the brother Shaquan, ah yeah, the God, he's a murderer... And Shallah Raekwon, yeah, yeah, another murderer... Ason and the Genius.. ooh, both, they are murderers... And to the brother Each B... Each B... yeah, he's a murderer.. Yo... you can't forget Mr. Free... Mr. Free.. another murderer... And the biggest murderer of them all... Be the God Divine... my physical brother... cold murderer...