Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Streetlife
Album:  Rush Hour O.S.T.
Song:   And You Don't Stop
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Yeah, I wanna give a shout out to...
Know what I'm sayin? To Def Jam
Know what I'm sayin? My niggaz like Method Man
Redman, I'm sayin, all the hardest inchers
Vancant Lot, you know what I'm sayin?
*singing some crazy shit*
I don't need no introductions, cats!
What!??

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I'm sittin at my rest, I'm analyzin thought
I'm sippin off a quart that I just had bought
I'm thinkin of the moments Ason had had
Insurin, endurin, also glad
Yes, feelin sure by know I won
Cuz there's no one who can fuck with Ason
I'm not bein pussy but I'm born to boss
You need Ason, oh yes, while of course
Well Old, he's a riot, everyone keep quiet
If you don't believe, nigga get hypest and try it
Yes, it is me, a total fresh MC
Yo, I'm born to be MC history
Rhymin on comment cuz that's the deal
You only express as your ass feel
Other MC's you are born to fall
Cuz your real world is not a world at all

[Chorus: Streetlife]
Drunken master, styles causin street disaster
Blaze cups faster than a fairy splasher
Tai Chi, Kung Fu fightin, ODB
Hands quick as lightnin, technique too deadly
Iron fist, brutal palm, twist styles like laidlaw
Let's get it on, heavy shot broke the snot box
Shadowboxin, venom punch, you need oxygen
Try again, when you catch a second wind I break you in

[Masta Killa]
Approach the mic slow, it's about to blow
One foot, crow, crane, anti-chain
Movement, restore the mane
Some take this team for joke
Serious men deep in thought
Misunderstood held in fort
Peace to the fed's, if too mean
You did the knowledge as seen
These cats over here got glocks holdin him down
These niggaz schemin, ubseein everythin
Ten steps ahead on the war smokin mines
Ancient high toe best friend of the rhyme

[Method Man]
Still drunk off of cheap wine
Holdin frontlines, niggaz wanna front find
Fuck with me and mine, rain on your sunshine
Swine niggaz come as hard as a pork rhind
Can you dig it, only five percent live it
While you fake niggaz try to get it
Now fuck around

[Chorus]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Sound with the All in Together Now Crew
The GZA, The RZA, me of course too
The thing I'm analyzin is strictly hip hop
That was made, well made inside my pawn shop
You was unable, plus don't advance
Just to touch the untouchable hip hop dance
Not sayin I'm the utmost, truly I'm the utmost
Have you ever caught the hip hop Holy Ghost
Man, I mean really, that shit is mad hype
Especially when you find yourself rhymin on the mic
I became a recker through I'm amplifier
Breakin down bate, triple darkness dancer
That's one who dances to my black magic music
It's not classic, arabic or basic
It's strictly fickly, dirty and it's strictly
Yo, if not, yo, evict and predict me

[Chorus]