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• Grand Prix - Inspectah Deck
• Grand Prix - Mega Nrg Man

featuring Street Life U God
[Inspectah Deck]
Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the lyrical grand prix
We have our drivers racin for a $3 000 000 purse
Winner takes all gentlemen start your engines...
Give me room hit the tune
Feature presentation comin soon early June
Killa Bee platoon well groomed
Spells doom raise the volume
You react like a werewolf in a full moon
With the force of a trojan horse
Pushin, flowin, have your seatbelt fastened
We blastin into orbit, Wu restore the new chamber
Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and design
Mastermind the plan took a matter of time
>From the confinds of the cold world I shine
It's amazin, the grace, changin in the place
Blazin the brakes, invadin your space
Which remains in the race, claimin first place
Raisin the stakes, it's a game to disgrace
I hold many jewels, drop more than I wear
I come in peace, prepare for the warfare
The invincible fold, when they're caught in the square
and the talk mad shit when the coast is clear
Yes, ladies and gentlemen
We've just completed the first lap
[Street Life]
Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholars
Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten Island stylist
12 men roster, live long, prosper
Street philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa
Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range
Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your mainframe
Think first, convert, all verse live in concert
Pull a skirt, burst, while y'all niggaz star search
Mind your's, why you eyein mines for
Posin like a Matten dog, I must got somethin you wanna die for
Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant
9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is vent
Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet
Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset
Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket
Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet
[Inspectah Deck]
And a new driver has entered the contest
Ladies and gentlemen, driver number 99
In the red car...
[U-God]
Fog lights beam, car 99 supreme
A high-powered machine spits sparks of baroline
The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roars
The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws
Enforcin my laws, rap mirage in my garage
The grease lightnin, dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage
Now duel of the iron, flyin fued for you writers
The speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters
Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm writin exact
I'm crushin corners, who that kid ridin the track
with the Wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 cars track
The last but not least, I bliss through the scrimmage
No brakes, I dart, I'm racin for the finish
Understand my hunger for my land down under
It's the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush
The purse snatchin pound, by all means snatch cream
tear your ass out of town
[Inspectah Deck]
As we near the final lap
Team Wu-Tang seems to be buildin
a sizeable lead on the competition
Yo, I know how to fold 'em like Kenny Rogers
Popular demand, overstand these pirahnas
Movin on the track like a Monaco GT
I stand out similar to 3D on your TV
Easily breezin watchin the speed dial climb
Style of rhyme, left the foes miles behind
Leavin skid marks on the charts
Aimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes
It's starts from the gate, darts penetrate
Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the bait
Holdin major weight, my Supreme Team dominates
Circulatin, takin all bets you plates
In and out of state, twirlin L's on the freeway
NY to SC, NC to VA, GA to MD, CA to KY
FL to IL, TX to MI
As we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemen
Team Wu-Tang's holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
And it looks like it's goin to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang
As they take home another pot of gold with this $3,000,000 purse
Rebel INS, U-God, Street Life
Get the loot, get the loot
Cash money y'all, cash money y'all, cash money y'all

Shadow Man
Miscellaneous
I'm Still A Man
So my existence you won't admit
I don't give two fuckin shits
Cause I'm still a man, bitch
I'm still a man
You see these eyes?
They'll see more than you'll ever see
I see you dyin hangin from a redwood tree
You see this hand
There's some power in these fingers
To knock you into next week, send you to the fuckin cleaners
You see this nose
I smell your blood, boilin from the stress of smokin-crack overload
You see this mouth
I can say words, I can say worlds,
I can scream till my throat beings to burn
So my existence you won't admit
I don't give two fuckin shits
Cause I'm still a man, bitch
I'm still a man, I'm a man
So my existence you won't admit
I don't give two fuckin shits
Cause I'm still a man, bitch
I'm still a man
So you all act high and mighty
Actin like your the fuckin queen, one of the Earth's highly
And that I'm a worm, somethin to be squashed down
Under your shoe until I'm too broken up to be found
I've done more than you ever will
I've seen people, places, and the whole fuckin world
I've heard things that will make your heart melt
Or make you want to melt
Because your eyes burn from cryin over
Spilled milk, it's sick work, what we do
We take a man and make him so he's under you
So he's below you, he's not one of you,
He's just a solitary figure in the underwood,
Underground, can't be found, doesn't even
Fuckin exist, he's just a speck of wasted semen
But you know what? One day I'll find you
And torment you, and destroy you, cause you know what?
I'll be your boss when you work that day
I'll be your husband who beats you with the rake
I'll be the friend that backstabs you
That leaves you gutless in the midst of your parents, siblings, and your cousins
Cause I'm above you, I'm above this, cause you know what bitch?
I'm a man, I'm a man, better get used to hearing that
So my existence you won't admit
I don't give two fuckin shits
Cause I'm still a man, bitch
I'm still a man, I'm a man
So my existence you won't admit
I don't give two fuckin shits
Cause I'm still a man, bitch
I'm still a man
Now I thought I told you, so let me show you,
Paint you a fuckin picture or two
See this muscle, the tendons, see the joints of my bones?
The organs under it that are almost fully grown?
You see the skin on me
You see the tears that I've cried, and the anger that's bubbling?
You see the happiness of what could be?
Of what will be, if everyone would just stop and see me?
You see the grief, and the strife, and the fear,
I'm a speaker, I'm a doer, I'm a seer
I'm a weapon, I'm inventin
A way to light the dark path that you're descendin
Cause you know you're going to hell,
If you check the sins you've done and you've done them so well
You gotta realize, you can't criticize
Just because I'm different doesn't mean I'm not alive
I think, I breathe, I hear, I see,
I know, I walk, I speak, I search
For a way to feel like a brother in this fucked-up perch full of motherfuckers
So if you don't see it now, if you don't feel it now
What can I do but turn away from you now
Before I do somethin I will regret
Cause you and I know deep down you're ain't even worth shit
So my existence you won't admit
I don't give two fuckin shits
Cause I'm still a man, bitch
I'm still a man
So my existence you won't admit
I don't give two fuckin shits
Cause I'm still a man, bitch
I'm still a man