Fast Shadow - Wu-Tang Clan, Method Man, Ol' Dirty Bastard

DJ, I’m sayin

You-could-you could just come over top of that shit…

Did I hear it?

Nigga and bang your head, PUNK!

And it don’t, it don’t, it don’t, it don’t, it don’t, it don’t

It don’t, it don’t, it don’t, it don’t stop!

SUCK THE DICK!!!

(x6)

SUCK MY DICK!!!

It all starts wit' the pad and pen

Shall we begin to burn bush in this rap session?

Once again on the run be the Black Stallion

Now you fuckin' wit Ticallion, hmmm

Iron Lung, boy, me can done, army of one, blaze yo' bun

I’mma get you none, accept challenge AHH!

Run a mile wit' a racist, they iced it, I aced it

Placed it, right up in their face till they faced it

Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone

I’m ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone

Danger zone, that’s my life and my song

Keep it movin', hop along little doggies!

Uh, uh, uh, FUCK THAT!!!

Drive The Mack Cadillac

Dark shade the window all sunny and black

Pitch antenna back of the car

Inside is a TV, even a bar

Bulletproof down, safe and sound

Chauffeur in the front just to drive the Lexus all around

Give ya, give ya, give ya body a ride, nice and warm inside

Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise

Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang clip will make your atom split

The power of my brain, you can’t fathom it

Whoever go against the will of the grain will get slain

Don’t ever say thy God name in vain

My third eye electronic dragonfly spiral observe

And record your words and your lies and approach you

And have my Dogs come and Ghost you

When it comes to the bread, son, the heat will toast you

Music makes me lose control

This is not just rock and roll

Hip hop digs right to the soul

Music makes me lose control

Wu-Tang, now we on a roll

On the rise, now here we go

Guaranteed to flip the show

RZA beats is outta control

Outta control, outta control, outta control

Outta control, now here we go

Yo, who got that nigga gassed like he can’t get skimasked

Abducted from his doorstep

Dufflebag his head for the price of nothin', he’s a glutton

What I’m manifestin', each day is a lesson

Y’all faggots came to the school of the 36 Chambers

Copied on papers of scholars that earn dollars

We trendsetters in Wu leathers, trendsetters in Wu leathers

Whatever

Music makes me lose control

This is not just rock and roll

Hip hop digs right to the soul

Music makes me lose control

Wu-Tang, now we on a roll

On a rise, now here we go

Music makes me lose control (x2)

Guaranteed to flip the show

RZA beats is out of control

Out of control, out of control, out of control

Now here we go