IN DA RING

You should be punished I'm gonna chop off your arms You murdered all of my students He's very vicious, an expert with the double-edged sword One day, I'll kill them It's the punishment that they deserve Hm? Wu-Tang style 'Til I collapse, yeah, I don't got no time to relax I gotta keep my fists up before my opponents get up This for all the mumble rappers, and the Lil's and youngsters Debunk the fucking myth that everybody's a rapper Hip-hop stands for something, not for crack or that codeine The shit that fucks your life up, makes your brain run more slowly I'ma show you how an Asian runs the game like I'm Yao Ming See who is brave enough to take a giant in the ring I gave you fair warning, now this is your last warning Knock you at the corner store, throwing cornerstones at your bones I ain't a stoner, why you think I'm sober? All you rappers so distorted Got my urban supporters, and they super important I'm strapped at my waist, yeah, my Glock do carry weight Shit, wait, let me get this straight, an Asian carries heat? Hell yeah, engraved Chinese in the seams, bullets stream Like laser beams, post up on me if you tryna start some beef Fucking mumble rappers, man that shit won't be remembered They dismembered, pluck 'em out like loose feathers in chilly weather I mean, who is better? Eminem or some shit like Desiigner? They stealing all the light, call them misers as we sulk on risers This shit's unfair, pulling out my hairs as I compare Myself to all of those up there, man I just stare at these tall stairs Shooting down those in my crosshairs 'Til I collapse, yeah, I don't got no time to relax I gotta keep my fists up before my opponents get up This for all the mumble rappers, and the Lil's and youngsters Debunk the fucking myth that everybody's a rapper Hip-hop stands for something, not for crack or that codeine The shit that fucks your life up, makes your brain run more slowly I'ma show you how an Asian runs the game like I'm Yao Ming See who is brave enough to take a giant in the ring Your father was a good Wu-Tang martial expert There's not many who can match up with him Shut up I'm going to finish you off for good One jab, two jab, three jab, four Knock you to the floor 'til your body's feeling sore Five hook, six hook, seven hook, eight Covered red like paint as you slowly start to faint Before you go and hit me back with a bad hook Let me take an uppercut to your face lookin' shook You in the ring now bitch, what you gonna do? Take your best shot before I bruise your face tattoo You want to fight? Fight with me One to one, man to man Weren't you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me? I've learned so many styles, forgive me If we die, the next generation will fight them too And the one after them, for as long as they must And eventually, we shall succeed, there's no doubt about that