Artist: Wu-Tang Clan Album: Execution in Autumn (S) Song: Execution in Autumn Typed by: Cno Evil [Inspectah Deck] Yeah, you stepped in the pit of the flame You're lost on Beat Street, I'mma throw spit on your name Hit it raw when they mention the name, it's like Mike When he score, with like two seconds left in the game Small change, don't step in my lane, I rock too hard body I click, bang, give 'em the pain, nah, man, can't get with them dames Your boy born with it, so how you gon' get him to change You a lame, putting shit in the game, piranha wanna see me In the state greens, in prisoner chains But I'm smooth like the groove to the listener brain And you only understand it, if you been through my pain Icey whites fitteds and frames, hustle in my blood Bet my seeds gon' get it the same Yes indeed, I'm destined to reign, so ahead of the game All aboard ya'll, get on the train [Raekwon] Banana clip, mack-a-holic, I slap your captain, enjoying Go in the freezer, gotta squeeze her tits, out the toilet Niggas is Norbits, running up on the dice game, call it Preacher suit on, holding a raw fifth Put that call in, his dough in the wall, stall 'em Plastic bags laying in the floor way, yup It's just dog's day, reservoir, out in Utah, yo Where my dope and marijuanas got bought in Grill nights in Fordham, we pay to have a roast Assassins is strapped, this the only way the yae grows More leverage, more sevens riding around with legends Paying judges off, we be up in New York reppin' [Interlude: RZA] Raise it on up, Bobby, yo Yeah, I ain't... yo [RZA] Miramax movie magic, cold beer on tap, rumor has it Words, put ideas on track Footprints, I walk on Earth, then appear on maps Strive police 2.5 mil a year on cap Wu-Wear on my cap, dime piece on the lap Three hundred, push-ups a day, put the crease on your back Be the captain and lieutenant, black man, who invented Chopping samples up, to make the beats that's ascended to Every genre of music, the whole sphere of music I produce the range, engineer the music [U-God] My ear candy been dope, my pen stroke like Zorro Hit the heavy bag, like Foreman in the Congo Mini transmitter, night vision in the stronghold Rock long robes, smell snakes with a strong nose Every time the horn blows, the Wu's signal's back on Transform, pack form a whole another platform We coming back for him, to smash the spot Kid, I'm on your team to, pass me the rock Til the casket drop, I'mma flip your wig Rip clothes, honey didn't know my dick this big You get kicked in the ribs, with two chrome gauge Deadly venom, I send 'em, back to stone age