Inspectah Deck - Unpredictable lyrics

[Intro: RZA] Plush whips and rollies, ice chains and stogies No b**h could hold me, in this Thug World [Inspectah Deck] I hold it with the bolo grip, solo control the strip Behold, P.L.O. the click, man, it's over with So quick, notice how we bang with the knuckles bare Wu-Tang, keep it fresh like tupper ware The Jungle, Animal House, gat in your mouth Polly with the wild life, cannibal out Give this five course meal in effect, reel to reel or ca**ette Or with the mask on, peelin' the tech k**ah Hill, man, you feelin' my set, feelin' my rep And I'm met, with the top down, wheelin' the 'Vette Scoop me downtown, cop the brown and back to the bids Twist a blunt in front of Jake and still mash on the strip Face sick with the rap sh**, stacking them chips In the pits, stick sh**, cats packing them grips Bad b**h with the black six, after my dick She like, 'this your p**y,' then she splashed my clique Not a fake, not a fraud, see my name on the wall n***as straight, like an inmate, try'nna make the board Snake waiting, dudes came for sure, I lay law Stay raw, cause a 'ma**acre' with no 'chainsaw' Half y'all talk about it, but you don't want war See my wolves eat the bones and we still want more We be foaming at the mouth, even, I doubt we leave without eating So without reason, pounds are squeezing The lifestyle of fiends and beans, big dreams and CREAM b**hes ride like the Scream Machine For a taste of it, the chicks strip, clean out the jeans Next thing she was smuggling coke between the seams [Hook: Dexter Wiggles] + (RZA) If real n***as is listening, the life we living in, is wrong (Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable, Witty Wu-Tang is unpredictable) Back for transitions, to save us from harm We in the race for time... so we won't lose our mind But if we run the race like a thug We would lose that mind that we made of [RZA] You kept the weapon concealed like a magician's secret dollar bill Liable to pull a knife from out of his heel Snatch the sword from the rock with one hand One finger, bzzz, turn ya body to sand You'll be hoping you'd be Spidey, to get away from this You be hoping you be whitey when the judge get pissed One man, can't uplift the land Like Method Man standing on the hands of fans See the Captain and Lieutenants, true descendant Splendid, unprecedented, hip hop vintage Started from the park benches, before the NARCs could snitch us He was God Cypher Divine, trying to spark the wizards [Hook 2X]