Artist: Shabazz the Disciple f/ Beretta 9, RZA Album: The Becoming of the Disciple Song: Wrath of the Lamb Typed by: Cno Evil [Beretta 9] Yo, back up in this... Back up in this piece, and I brought my piece Just in case, but I come in peace Don't need no case, and I hate police They the beast, they wanna see B9 deceased But all is real, the last thing on my mind is jail I would love me some pussy though But wouldn't like chase and tell, blaming the pussy See this beat, I can kinda tell, although he kept it moving It seems he was doing well Down in the Steuben', he be like 'yo, what the hell' Heard money got knocked for murder, he was out on bail Fuck what you heard of, and I ain't be the one to tell Like, I ain't the nigga to bail, even though I drink on, while ya'll niggas stink on, 52 in this deck Money threw his card strong, funky for the rep But he couldn't chew the beef, most of his teeth were gone And suffered the gold when he tried to palm [RZA] This here style is coffee sweet premium If it was crack, I guess you fiends would be them Ducks don't like me, but, what could they do me Disrespect the Wu-Tang Clan, you blame the tooly Rhymes are like poison, son, now watch your dosage I'm like the priest Pai Mei, the White Lotus Style is wild, it's called the Plum Blossum Cold grab the microphone, we play possum Sometimes rhyming may not, be my antiquet You wanna fight? You best to wear a helmet It won't take long for me, to break your barrier Coming out strapped just like a missile carrier Out of the blue, ooh, I'll fuck with you When I got my gun, son, I play the buckable Walk down the block, like a vigilante Guess I can't stop, until a girl enchant me Then I step to her, just to interview her Sweat her for an hour, til I get to screw her Keep a stack of condoms, inside my cannister Fuck her on the floor, and on the bannister Coming back for more, is how I keep 'em R-A-K-E-E-M, I only drink wine from the finest vintage I control the whole, don't deal with no percentage I wish Ol' Dirty was here, wish Ol' Dirty was here Yo, I wish Ol' Dirty was here, wish Ol' Dirty was here [Shabazz the Disciple] As the seven angels part from seven vowels, down from heaven And they gathered in the place, calling the Hebrew tongue, armageddon Islamic army treading, wearing the breastplates of armor The wicked death ain't in karma, they heads are each beheading And there appeared a great dragon, casting flames Bearing the ten horns, and blasphemy's his name The archers bows are bent, the sharp arrows are piercing The noise of memory, is in the air, and it is fiercing Many have ran from the place I chose we stand I agree to walk over the burning coals in the sands His prophecy was scripted, apocalyptic Serephim The usher in the judgment, with ten thousand cherebums As I watched the red clouds hover Babylon She'll be the next whore that Allah slams the gavalon And on her day of judgment, no longer will her mighty nation stand This be the wrath of the lamb [Outro: RZA] You got my nigga Moongod on the track, track, track My man House rocking the boards and shit Angel Cake with the pretty face, face Suicide on the one and two, up in the cutty cut Cilvaringz doing his muthafucking thing thing Bob Digi just hovering the city And B9 just dropping it for crime If you think for a moment you can be my opponent Step up and try to bone it, you just can't, kid You must be a stupid muthafucka trynna front with the B-O, Bobby Nigga, what, ni-nigga, what You turn my shit down, here, shit, B9 You turn my whole shit up, man