Artist: Wu-Tang Clan f/ Busta Rhymes
Album:  The W
Song:   The Monument
Typed by: Cno Evil

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah yeah know
What the fuck now? Flipmode, Wu-Tang shit
What the fuck now? yeah yeah yeah
Historical and monumental shit
What the fuck now? yeah yeah yeah

[Busta Rhymes]
Straight smack a nigga right in the face like this was handball
And make a mural out his face up on the damn wall
Niggas play hard and shit, if you know what's best for you
Y'all niggas better safe guard ya shit
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
Fuck with street geniuses and bone legged chicks who walk with a gap
Street niggas now re-coper the bonze
Still go to ya restaurant for stink fish and Irish moss
Yo, yo, yo, the way we do it, and you see how my shit bomb
Y'all whole show wack, and I'mma cancel ya sitcom
Fuck a nigga blown, till she tired and real calm
You ain't knowin my name, tattoo on ya bitch arm
The way we blow, shit is a shame
Casually bust my gun, celebrate bustin a cork in a champagne
Roach you with a hole thru a loach
That leave the whole team of niggas
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach

[Raekwon]
Check out the light ficture
Freak lines like white bitches
Let the mic lines, hang, that slang is ridiculous
Emperor of war lords, big gun, only fuck with sawed off
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shout out my dead parrot, keep it gangster lord
I analyze ya work, those that got murked were not astablished
Dekstra look classy, arm baby, 2000 raspberry
S5 blowin thru Asbury, soon to own steak houses
Glowin like make over thousands, them then niggas
Robbin from pink houses, Show N Prove, knockin off cab drivers
God, sodomize money, rape 200,000 see the color of the carved out
Wu-Elemblem, baby, it's all designer
Tailor made Wu gooses, limosine, automatic new uzi's in 'em
Yo, relax, cousin, just cruise through, juice with them

[GZA]
Move up the blotch, giant box splash my song
Non stop, strictly hip hop, march on
Durag hang long, metal tape this high bias
Graphics catch ya with the colorful iris
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
Some assumin, they pay dues and join the Union
Lost nigga couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand to fumble
Divine Master, threw on the track that made them bleed
He produce it, unattanable rings at top speed
This powerful magnet, that left them stagnet
Wasn't likely in cameras or larger fragments
And thrill rifles, scout sniper, shots percise
Starlike scope with the night vision advice
Splendin marksmen, that'll shoot the one off the dice
Split a grain of rice, in one shot, to kill him twice

*shotgun shot*