Another "Whats in your CD player" thread

I neva rapped on an R&B record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney mutha#as, talkin 'bout lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, commercializing
#in' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fashion,
Get the hell out,
I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
And I neva took another #in' MC's #,
And made it my first single, for a hit,
#in' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off,
I'm gonna, end all of it,
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry,
Sellin' out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks,
Go down in flames , in the big game,

Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage,
But, I don't give a # cause I still manage,
To represent to the fullest,
No pop single, and no actin' foolish,
To the studio gangsta with the articles,
In them magazines with the bitch editors,
Keep it real in the game,
Niggas got no shame,
Now A&R executives want all the fame,
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
For the #in' industry that's take'n all ya dough,
I neva stole it, stole it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools want me to fall,
But I won't cause my roots are too thick and strong, like the chocolate thai stick,
I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front,
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, mutha#as I despise,
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the game run a check,
Cause you get checked #ed off, with no respect,
Mutha#as

[Masta Killa]
As we return, to the 36 Chambers
The RZA,
The GZA
The Ol Dirty BZA
U-God,
Chef
The Ghostface Killah
And Meth
Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure
Don't forget about the Masta
Yo
Mother#ers halt, when my Colt, start stompin
Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt
Your stamina level is low, like currents from
the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies
At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect
the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods of the Abbott
Incite overseas to opposition
Penetrates then infiltrates
Breakin down your resistance
Leavin competition defenseless, Masta
Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer
with the silencer

[U-God]
Psssh, yo
Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk
Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke
Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke
Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke
Face the inferno, maestro, pull it
Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet
Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger
See me on the streets address me stone bringer
Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in sweet
Action packed rap
Bite it, stomp on a beat
Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas
Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses

[RZA]
Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like
a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar
At the speed of wind makes you bleed within
Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin
Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols
Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal

[Method]
Home on the range, rebel with a pen
writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in
Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels
Say my # holding my Sex Pistol
Deal me in

[RZA]
The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya
I ain't gotta life one #in finga
Make sure to God I reef turns on the ringer
We duckin the subpeona
Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina

[INS]
Check the 150 millimeter, heater as it blows holes

[duo]
Through your #in speaker

[U-God]
Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters

[GZA]
Fifty caliber street sweeper
Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua

[Method]
Things'll never be the same, after this one
Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one
Recognize the Gods came, for one accord
For one mind and one common cause, that's the # Son
Play them crows out position
You might hear me but you don't listen
Competition come and get some on
Red marker still bleedin, through the paper
of his sick premeditated, murder caper

[Street Life]
I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch
Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush
Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed
Y'all niggaz can't # with us

[Ghostface]
Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me
Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street
Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar
It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha
Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush
Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change
Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind
It's like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine

[Street Life]
The undervolt Staten New York
Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court

[Method]
One time

[Street Life]
It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered
Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block
Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime situations, I stay in man formation
And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain
P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo
Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro
I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos
My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno

[U-God]
Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time's ticking, eruptments conduct
Entering one funk before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab vocab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something that's round and profound
Blood brothers people of colors we get down
Watch this fly, force feed things being said
Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his
Mic half a dangle, seriouser man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seem a
kiss of spider, to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly swatters

[GZA]
This Wu # be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks that's rough
Cause a jam without a live MC isn't enough
So we attack this, and grab all within reach
Throw a scrap back to niggaz
Perfect your own speech
# is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line
Real thin and shift through the pipeline
Lps delivered with style and potential
Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura

[Raekwon]
Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up
Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up
Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one chick she's German Luger
Get the # on, light a fresh pack, bust it open
With the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on
Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
Slang soufleer home decorator, player
Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me

[Prince Rakeem/RZA]
Yo MC's wonder what's hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it's just one nation under a groove
Gettin down for the funk of it
Like Fred Sanford in the biz...
Yo one held his paraphernalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya
'Bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer's
Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported
Chambers been recorded, you're #in with the loops
Time for royalty audit
Fabulous establishment metabolism, Blackfoot Indian
Cherokee started out smaller than amphibian
Then grew to a physical body with five meridians
As the pendulum swings closer to the millennium
Two thousand, wickedness is spread amongst my citizen
I got a muscle the industrial to make a hustle
And politic with Leo and Russell
When niggaz is still rushin we'll brush you

[Masta Killa]
Thoughts are contained in the trenches of the brain ignite
Blowin the mic to Arabian heights
As I recite this medley, niggaz couldn't # with the
Deadly grounds I hold down
Classical gangland style, shots hit the ceiling
Panic and confusion echoes through the building
Continuing to build, I strive for perfection
Driven by the will to live, glocks I hold
Shots I give, while searchers of rescue teams
Look for means of survival and who's liable
For this harrowing experience
You scream for the extreme, fiend for the cap
and proceeds of the Wu-Tang Academy
To # up your anatomy with assault and battery