Cappadonna: South of the border

Intro: Fuck you what, I'll be back Rzarectah in the shadow True Master in the shadow Golden Arms in the shadow 12 O'Clock in the shadow [Cappadonna] Crushed off the bag of dope, I felt pity My cold thoughts revolve around New York City Evidence sir, in the tunnel where the train enter Be the gat from the old time, 86 crime, opposites attract My electrical shine, I came polly see me downtown 2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows My rap shot's hot but suppose you get Caught up in the mix, a non vicks of convicts Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit 2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks Right off the dirty water, south of the border Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it Travel wit the rich, politic Put your money on my dick Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy Park Hill, Staten Island seal Rock the real to real, we high hill deep Creep, sweep beats off they feet Teach in the cracks of the street My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat South of the border Shaolin in the shadow Medina in the shadow The Emerald City in the shadow [Cappadonna] Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound Splash you, I'm still the best in town Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent More time is spent wise Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs Too much french fries, not enough shake RZA blow orchestra earthquake No set date Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake Industries bug out Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South South of the Border