Wu-tang Clan - Six Directions of Boxing lyrics

[Produced by Frank Dukes] [Verse 1: U-God] When I'm locked down I use Timbs as my shower slippers I'm in the background mingling with the powder flippers In the basement, hard-body power lifters I crush sour in the sifter, see how I lift her Universal God I stay scientific The kid with the Golden Arms, Iron Fisted Stay Asiatic, so cinematic Noise in the attic, bang out with them automatics It's hood politics that bring the hunger back I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack Check the catalog put out a hundred packs Watch for drug sniffing dogs they coming from the back I'm straight thunder clap the funky drummer's back It's pure Dopium, give em a heart attack I stay stacking plaques like ancient artifacts Joe Namath in the game I'm the quarterback [Verse 2: Ghostface k**ah] Eight balls of coke, blunt to the greenery Pounds in the trunk get you a concrete scenery Handmade ox'll get you dumped in the mess hall Snitch n***as run to C.O.s to confess all This is street knowledge, knowledge I school college Like a speech from the GZA, sharp like the RZA Don't run with a scissor, n***a the truth is the Truth, now I'mma drop a few j**els in the booth Used to boot crack, stuff em inside a tennis ball Ans throw it when they rushing the block, trust no cops Driving around with two mitts in my socks Cooked coke gon' get you in more trouble than money Don't crawl through dust juice the pigs is hungry You think they ain't watching They watching while you uptown copping Back home while you're cooking and chopping They scheming on the block waiting to get it popping [Verse 3: GZA] He had a sword and an axe with cuts Under a road that was woven from silver and gold, waxed it up His army was so great in quantity His crops and livestock boost the economy Many would travel by boat to see him His image adorned most schools and coliseums A merchant, hustle those silk and velvets Portrait illuminated when the torch was well-lit Picture so beautifully painted that One thought it would breathe or move cause it would leave a mood Or energy, you see his wife practiced Yoga Made herbal enhancers that had saved the soldiers Guard the treasures in the chambers, halls and vaults Well-prepared for all a**aults Heavy guarded village Armed with the sharpest weapons designed to pierce and cause blood spillage [Verse 4: Masta k**a] From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime See Allah Just granted permission for my position Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive cycle Slinging dimes, losing time, doing hard time Teaching y'all mathematically, come see The epitomy of what you wanna be - emcee My semi-auto gun mandatory at the sound clash The mic touched, dance mashed up, pounds of the best Green gla** bottles of don, I sip the liquor slow Flow so devastating when I go solo Even when I'm dolo, pretty gun I'm holding Head swollen off the solid gold soul Iron Mic pole beat your face like you stole something, trust me Living life royalty, all wise and healthy Welcome to the best of me, from knowledge to infinity Never stopping my projectory, I'm galactic [Verse 5: Cappadonna] Yo, peace to all of the gods and all of the earths We been building like this ever since the first day of birth The more I start to build, the better I feel Keep ignorant n***as from me, use dummies for shield You're not Godbody son, you're just garbage and real snotty Cherry head gaylord still stuck in the lobby This the first Now Born, son I'm blessed with mad lessons Conquered crazy devils, my mind is a weapon You can't fast with me and avoid the swine You degenerate emcee, I'm the best of mankind Allahu Akbar straight j**els and real stars I'm down with the RZA, got help for the Widow's Son Pop off on you, you ain't nothing to me - DUN DUN Original Tyzeem, Holy water, Visine Designated wordplay, God respect my deen Shine on little stars and respect the Queen [Verse 6: Inspectah Deck] New York Giant, call me Deck Umenyiora Fresh with the water connect, two and a quarter Deal with the dealer, don't trust the transporter My job is done once I get it to the border Perico, coke game is kilos of c**aine Hypodermic needle to the groove, I dose veins Overdoser, you know the product is raw right Lines take you there like I wrote it with off-white Got him bent up, hands looking like a tin cup Sorry no consignment, get your ends up Move from the gate now, he on his way straight to Jake now I'm on the hush with my weight loud Got the shakes now, how they want it bad Five or six heads chipping in for a bag I got the works like a burger deluxe Get your fix while I'm serving it up, word to us