Artist: Logic f/ Wu-Tang Clan Album: Young Sinatra IV Song: Wu Tang Forever Typed by: Ced2K [Intro] "En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style." "I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then." "Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style." (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) "If what you say is true" (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) "The Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous." (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) "Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?" (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) [Logic] Yeah, yeah, aiyyo, uhh Aiyyo, Wu-Tang forever, who rhyme better? We too clever, the boom bap's back, harder than ever R.I.P. ODB, comin' through like Killa Bee Ever since I heard "Enter the 36" in '9-3 You cannot defeat my Wu-Tang style, I leave 'em all dismembered Fuck a mumble rap, that shit won't never be remembered Not even a contender, no pretender, best surrender My agenda, is killin' shit, they feelin' this {"Sinatra"} Yeah, we live and thorough (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) Assassinatin' every single motherfuckin' borough (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) From Staten to Brooklyn to Queens, the Bronx, and Harlem All the way to Maryland, yeah we comin' for all 'em Bobby Tarantino to the Digital My shit is pivotal, smokin' chronic, no medicinal Who you know assemble the Clan like Voltron? The one and only Logic, the god, the don, I'm gone~! [Ghostface Killah] Aiyyo Logic, what up? We gon' let these motherfuckers try this Wu-Tang style Yo, yo, yo, yo, kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room? It's Ghostface, gold plates, old truths, more cake Intelligent brothers with nine hoods movin' snowflakes Guillotine your head, last scene in the showcase Push weight, this Colgate, tre-eights and old gates Exfoliate those we most hate, we don't associate We wear robes that you can't even pronunciate We eat foods where you can't even pronounce you ate Cribs where the floor just rises up and rotates Locations low-key, can't even locate Twin nina sisters with the beam, we all soulmates Team makin' us so much +C.R.E.A.M.+, we bought gold plates [Raekwon] Yo, mountains of haze in the crib of my blades It gets messy, underneath the dresser, the gauge 57 MB, yo, metallic green, seats is piped off Seize 'em old tracks, unite through 'em The kitchen is my palace, get your dance on While we just levitate with trees, get your branch on I'm known to wil' out, put the +Cams+ on Jewels/Juelz down, the +sets+ +Dip+, my gems/Jims got grams on A specialist when I'm bakin', rhymes be comin' out, we makin' We challengin' these chumps for lumps, here's the statement Stop hatin' The crew is all about gettin' this cake in, you know about me, you relatin' [RZA] The enigma, the stigmas that the RZA and the GZA Both lyrical prolific, fixtures of rap scriptures Mixtures of hipsters, weed smokers and beer drinkers Prince and the Pauper, spiritual clear-thinkers Cake in the oven, +Superbad+ like McLovin Huggin' all four boroughs, puffin' herb with my cousin Academically speakin', rap vocabulary's weakenin' +I Felt It Comin'+ like The Weeknd when these +Starboys+ start tweakin' Sporadic pill-poppin' of Oxycontin III-gotten sexual intercourse make shorty wop feel rotten The travesty tapestry, of microphone mastery has been refuted, diluted, broken down to a catastrophe But cats still get the trophy, hit y'all with that okie-dokie Burt Reynolds +Bandit+, goddamnit, where the fuck is +Smokey+ Bear when you need one? I got a light-beam gun I'll blast a hole in your chest that you can't bleed from But you'll die through iniquity plus stupidity of that trickery My verse got it hot up in here, not the humidity You can never get rid of me, step back and consider me Wu Killa Bee, but I'm not big on bigotry~! [Method Man] Old school on this track, I feel invincible This new school ain't really got rules and lack the principles/principals Got more clowns than the Motown, they puttin' critical The gun Smokey, Robinson, you need a +Miracle+ Go back homie, back when rappers used to be lyrical When nine out of ten of his friends used to be criminals The stats homie, all these killas usin' subliminals Y'all don't even smile in your pictures, you dudes is miserable Witty unpredictable torture over your physical Struggle bar, used to pour water over the cereal Another bar, reppin' my squad, not individual But one nation under God, that's indivisible My time critical, hands off I'm digital Me and my +Ladybug+, back when the +Planet+ was +Digable+ I'm +Cool Like Dat+, my cash rule like that I'm classic Patti LaBelle, voulez-vous like that Come on [Inspectah Deck] It's only Logic, we got 'em mobbin' in the mosh pit Fifth Brother, I-N-S hotter than the tropics The hot shit I drop quick, major player, watch my stock lift Razor-blade sharpness regardless to whom or what, sound boy, turn that music up Naysayer, you ain't even got a clue what's up Deadly melody, the sickness, the remedy Everything circulate back around eventually Witty unpredictable, talent all-natural, gain Wu-Tang pumpin' through your veins Twenty-five years, still more of the same The flow like water with the boilin' flame INS, Your Highness, they callin' my name Boy I wet the scene similar to fallin' rain In our own lane, y'all soundin' all the same Tell 'em Wu-Tang is on your brain [Cappadonna] Survival of the fittest be cold days with no money They don't want me with stacks, they better take it from me You know the currency gone soon as you break a twenty So I ain't down if you ain't talkin' that band language Dear Lord, I'm tryna buy me a train with it An airplane, see me flyin' to Spain with it But money don't make me and I ain't gonna change with it I'm in the hood lookin' good the way I came with it Do it for the Cs, they understood the game with it We gave birth when we understood the pain with it When we create wars, everybody is a gangbanger We killin' each other but we all got the same anger Never go against the grain homie, that's hateful Another day in the life for us to be grateful Spread love homie, yeah, get a plateful It's better to stay full so let's make moves I know your momma told you that I was a great dude These dirty-ass cops, they kill and rape you On some Jason shit, might Crystal in the Lake you (What? What what?) They might Crystal in the Lake you~! [Jackpot Scotty Wotty] Boom bap blast'll blow your sleeves off Our Flashback Jacks are somethin' to feed off Smoke and roast ya, the No. 9 Potion Pull that shit son, we open the ocean Who gives a fuck, who's snortin' and drinkin' and smokin'? You get killed for jokin', everybody's hopin' That's another level of emotion Food stamps niggas doin' grocery Police wanna grope me, perp walk then nigga street-talk We bury niggas in see-saw I carry the torch where I leave off, I'm givin' bitches somethin' to breathe on I rip off a shoulder to lean on It's fair game, it's two in a lane, she took two trains And none of my rhymes are two and the same Nigga get cooked on a open flame I'm a hillbilly, Park Hill-trained [U-God] Check it, uh My rhyme starts riots in the mountains Thirty-six million and countin' The harder they come, the harder I go Loosen up my arms, can I get comfortable? Stay on my tip-toes, old-school Wu beat This is a flip-phone, dude your slip's showin' Where I come from it stays snowin', the grammar is raw I'm slammin' the door, Beez bang bong in your jaw I hit 'em in the head with the hammer of Thor Stars and bars, makes me a general Anything less, makes me a criminal Gotta dig deep for these Wu-Tang minerals [Masta Killa] Yo, U-G-O-D Shadowbox with the L-O-G-I-C, on the count of three Wu-Tang, first, master your breathin' I'm mental ass-whoopin', I'm teachin' when I'm speakin' I'm a champion from Brooklyn, I'm movin' super ninjas And Shaolin executioners, avenger, a righteous defender Grandmaster from the 36th Chamber Toad style is mentally strong so strengthen your arms To hold my microphone you need iron palms, remain calm, Jamel Irief Wise chief, Wu-Tang poison clansman from the east Yeah... [GZA] Enter a world, of a universal mind of one kind A thick swarm of words that's expressed in one rhyme Food for thought, impossible sliders with the seasonin' Regardless, I speak logic, clear reasonin' The uncivilized, get the mineral lines, quartz Self-directed, calculated, controlled thoughts A point-of-view of the thinkers Monumental architecture, amazin' as the Incas {"Sinatra"} [Interlude: Cappadonna] (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) W-T-C (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) Uh-huh, the faculty (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) Ain't nothin' goin' on, don't nothin' move (Wu-Tang! Wu-Tang!) Nobody slide, nobody get hurt [Outro] "En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style." "I'd like to try your Wu-Tang style, let's begin then." "Shaolin shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style. If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous. Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?"