Masta k**a - Severe Punishment lyrics

[Intro: 'The Master' sample] I despise your k**ing and raping You're despicable (Are you my judge?) It's just you should be punished I'm gonna chop off your arm, so are you ready? [Verse One: U-God] Check these high hats sling tings moving through the rubbish Party robust, rec room style for you brothers Time's ticking, erupt misconduct Entering one funk before the drum dry up Dial, style, jab vocab slow Alphabet run, construction voice might blow Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers, people of colors, we get down Watch this fly, force feed things being said Nine Diagram acid black evil red leathers Mic half a dangle, serious a man My mic clapper d**h wish, everlasting plan Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner Night champion, old villain style seamer Kiss a spider, Seagal saga why bother Godfather talk drama, fly swatters [Break] Number two, Chao San Poi [Verse Two: GZA] This Wu sh** be hard to k** and full blown Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome Pro tools editing tracks that's rough Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough So we attack this and grab all within reach Throw a scrap back to n***as,perfect your own speech sh** is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands n***as look on and get hooked on this mic line Reeled in and shipped through the pipeline LPs delivered with style and potential n***as flowing smoothly in a sequential Order, revealing hidden tape recorders Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura [Verse Three: Raekwon] Twist the DAC up, them n***as with math is back up Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up Playground manoeuvre, jet to Vancouver like this Two Kahluas one chick, she's German Luger Get the sh** on, light a fresh pack, bust it open With the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on Necks rocky ring, call it the Decatur Slang soufleer home decorater, player Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo He k**ed the God might as well throw a chair at me [Verse Four: RZA] Yo MC's wonder what's Hip Hop thunder Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove Gettin down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the biz... Yo inhale this paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia Melba the fortune teller, tried to tell ya Bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's Then spread across the globe like telephone wires Thirty-six a**orted, Shaolin imported Chambers been recorded, you're f**in with the loops Time for royalty audit Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian Then grew to a physical body with five meridians As the pendulum swings closer to the millenium Two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle And politic with Lyor and Russell When n***as is still rushin we'll brush you [Break] He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives [Verse Five: Masta k**a] Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain Ignite, blowing the mic to Arabian heights As I recite this medley, n***as couldn't f** with the Deadly ground I hold down Cla**ical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling Panic and confusion echoes through the building Continuing to build, I strive for perfection Driven by the will to live, Glocks I hold Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams Look for means of survival and who's liable For this harrowing experience You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap And proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy To f** up your anatomy with a**ault and battery [Outro] Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives Number one, Yen Chang Wa He's an adulterer, don't trust him Number two, Chao San Poi Number two, Chao San Poi He's a womanizer, but he's an expert at throwing knives I despise your k**ing, and raping You're... despicable Are you, my judge? It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready? I despise your k**ing, and raping You're... despicable Are you, my judge? It's just... you should be punished I'm going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?