When I was trekking across Brooklyn, looking for MC battles - and there were plenty of them - I never dreamed I'd be at this podium.

I throw raps that attacks like the Japs at Pearl Harbor

Energy is felt once the cards are dealt With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts that attack the microphone like cyclones or typhoons I represent from midnight to high noon.

Get your pockets dug from all your chemical bank ends caught him at the red light - on Putman Avenue and Franklin

I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fused.

Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers.

It's never really quiet in the Wu-Tang tour bus unless it's a certain time of day. Sometimes it's quiet, but you're not going to have eight, nine members on a bus in total silence and everyone is up, unless there are some issues going on, unless there's a death or something really serious that just has us all thinking. Other than that, we're gonna be kicking it.