Yeah. Killah Priest. Jack Frost. Masta Killa, and J.O.! Bout to go in bro.

Jack Frost. Wu-Tang x Round Trip Shit!

To understand Wu, we like the Manchus or the Bantu’s.
Take it from the top like canned food.
Pockets went up like sand dunes in Cancun
We don’t stop we read the stars like Daniel. Yep.
We never scramble or ramble.
A goat is still a ram too.
Like the 32 candles
You’re brand new, you’re unworthy, spirits are channeled, no mercy.
Grounds as electric magnetic beneath our sandals.
Cool as a fan, it’s the marvelous man.
Strong as bamboo, pockets stay lumped like the humps on a camel.
We can’t lose, protect ya neck.
It’s life and death, we smoke like Depp.
Mel Trazadeck with the tarot deck.
The scarab on the pharoah’s chest.
During the battles heads disconnect, so pay respect. Wu.

Ghetto life, city lights, corner hustlers, I’m trying to escape it.
Where the weak won’t make it.
Early manhood, fast lane, slinging cocaine to escape it.
Where the weak won’t make it.
City lights, corner hustlers, I’m trying to escape it.
Where the weak won’t make it.
My lifestyle never smile much, nothing personal it’s how we grew up.
Where the weak won’t make it.

Jack Frost.

It's doomsday out in the streets.
I'm with that boom stick and my man Killah Priest.
Seems just last week that you had a bone to pick with God, and now you're in the pews begging for relief. Peace!
The high chief Jamel Irife takes the stage
And you’re catching that freezer burn, Frost in the blaze.
Lost in the maze call The Abbot, I'm working 8 days a week bitch
I can't rest on the sabbath.
These kids are all out of control, going for broke,
All they wanna do is eat drink fuck & smoke.
All they wanna do is sing along with the lyrics
I'd rather drop and pray to the father son and spirits.
You're still stuck in the liquor store trying to push through
I'm on that Liquid Swords, Chamber Number 4, verse 2.
These are basic instructions before leaving Saigon
Stasis Injections aboard event horizon.
My third eye is tie dyed blonde.
I’m a blind cyclops,
A triceratops on the fucking run.
I'm a pale skinned samurai lurking in the pond,
Jack Frost on a journey to the planet of the gods.
So far beyond, that I’m light years ahead of ya.
A one-way ticket on the rocketship to Nebula
I just left Earth in a cloud made of vape
And she's pregnant with a verse and there's No Said Date.

Ghetto life, city lights, corner hustlers, I’m trying to escape it.
Where the weak won’t make it.
Early manhood, fast lane, slinging cocaine to escape it.
Where the weak won’t make it.
City lights, corner hustlers, I’m trying to escape it.
Where the weak won’t make it.
My lifestyle never smile much, nothing personal it’s how we grew up.
Where the weak won’t make it.

The Brahma Bull back like I never left,
In the Shaolin temple kicking knowledge to the vets.
Lyrical assassin, vocabulary massive,
Deranged in the mind, the flow mental if you asking.
Cuz I’m from the hood where they body shit, closed casket,
Toe tag shit, dead on arrival before you ash it.
Can’t fuck with the trip cuz ‘round here we so active
Shine like I do cuz a nigga never had shit.
Bad rich but cash clique cuz niggas gotta have shit.
Grew up with the killas they’ll rob niggas when they flash shit.
Grew up with the flockas in your spot, they’ll pass quick.
On my RZA and Ghostface tip, never average.
I’m the Abbot, a real savage causing havoc.
I’m the maddest, the mad hatter off of Madden.
Well known, from Crenshaw to Boston,
I’m the prodigy from Shaolin to Slauson

Ghetto life, city lights, corner hustlers, I’m trying to escape it.
Where the weak won’t make it.
Early manhood, fast lane, slinging cocaine to escape it.
Where the weak won’t make it.
City lights, corner hustlers, I’m trying to escape it.
Where the weak won’t make it.
My lifestyle never smile much, nothing personal it’s how we grew up.
Where the weak won’t make it.