[Intro - excerpt from Wu-Tang: An American Saga]:
Freestyler #1:
"I'm here to ball like Vikings in Minnesota
I'm selling coke and pills like Vicodin in a soda
I give your dome a slap
I'll crack you in the back till the bat cracks
In fact, if I hit a homer, you in a coma
I'm ripping rappers apart like a sheet of paper
Guns singing just like Anita Baker
I don't mean you're going to Montego Bay when I say I'll send you to meet Jamaica, I mean ya maker, creator
Peace, see ya later!"
*Sounds of approval from group*
Freestyler #2:
"Come on, get in on this, Sha!"
[Verse 1]:
Ugh, another rapper you can curve
Citizen Caine. Considеr me dope for my nationality
My love, my loyalty and skills you don't dеserve
Top 5, I'm third to a junior like Marshall Mathers be
My music's my time capsule
No coonery or confusion when I'm causing a ruckus on the mic
You throw stones, I rain hail on glass castles
I spit colorful words and ideas in black and white
They hate to read between the lines to understand my jargon
I take a whetstone to your brain, you need it sharpened
They lack respect when they get rich, now I'm begging their pardon
Reaping the fruits, but they never sowed in a concrete garden
I put my past behind bars for first degree arson
Feel like you dribbling without James against Harden
Fit to be tied in my art, I'll die for my craft
I curve plots, I'm off the charts, y'all could do the math (Hahh!)
I'm certified fishscale
Guaranteed pure Lucas, then elevated like Chris Gayle
When niggas too woke, their words fail
I've seen it, insomnia reducing their weight like Chris Bale
I learned a lot from second hand smoke that I inhaled
I guarantee my pen leave you dead in your piss impaled
You ain't no god to me once I see your Achilles' heel
I ain't taking your word as gospel, bitch you easy kill
(Hahh!) Give me time and I promise
I promise to show you my true potential, I promise
Never been a brighter goal since Edison, Thomas
Got time for no drama, but I got time to admonish
A novice cuz I'm the illest intent, to be honest
In the eyes of a goddess
I spit acid on the face of Adonis (Why?)
A bunch of false gods have been affecting my sinus
Walk with power like Sha, the day of reckoning's upon us
[Break - excerpt from Wu-Tang: An American Saga]:
Power to Sha:
"I don't know if the new apartment, that nice lil bed I got you, or them fluffy fucking pillows, but you starting to feel a lil soft around the edges, my nigga
Maybe I should send you back to that rooftop, get your game face back."
[Verse 2]:
Ugh, sick and tired o' being conscious
Been tryna find sleep while momma's up packing boxes
Took too much solace in promises and visions
Eyes dimming out while I'm out smoking with Christians
Misery loves company it can push away
Bottled pain spilling out, they projecting their woes
New bonds in the process of decay
I guess I got a habit of breaking bread with troubled souls
On a highway stretch doing sixty
Looking straight ahead, thinking there's a 50-50
Chance that my steering in this rain might resist me
Already light-headed, been chugging this honey whiskey
25, yet I ain't died
Trials and tribulations, I take 'em in stride
Ride with a wise Lion in a world blind
Pressured by the pen, poisoned by my own pride
A blizzard done formed in the hearts of men
Bothers me to see my brothers on the path to prison
My G went from U-17 in 2010
To catching a body, a double amputee in destitute condition
Nobody took them in besides streets
It's either that, dabble in sports, or riding beats
The fact is, diamonds are buried in the basement of the ghetto
A sentiment that any prodigy could echo
Mentally drained, feel like I'm between a
Rock and a hard place like Deebo and Attila
Beaten to a pulp, I pray for fiction to ease infliction
Some be giving up the ghost 'fore their full script is written (Mm)
I'm an artiste who can think outside the box, yet your penny for my thoughts drop inside the wrong jar
I move with Cuban Linx niggas like Sha
Ripping cowards like Sha, walk with power like Sha
[Outro - Interview clip of Raekwon/Sha (and harmonizing vocals from CJ Anfernee)]:
A lotta dudes just feel my energy, man, and I feel theirs, y'know?
(Where this life could go? We don't know.)
Y'know, I don't know, I guess it's just because I'm humble, man, and...y'know, I-I don't try to pretend to be something I'm not.I'm passionate about what I love to do, and, y'know, I come from the streets, I come from a fucked up territory where a lotta niggas ain't gon' make it out, so when I was able to get hit-
(Where this life could go? We don't know.)
-hit with something positive in my life....I just love it, y'know, I love music, man, y'know, I love all kinda music and I love real people
[Excerpt of Sha from Wu-Tang: AAS clip]:
Yo, your shit was mad deep
That's the type of shit that be on your mind?
