Ruckus In B Minor

(Ha ha ha ha ha ha)

(It's the ODB, kid)

(Once again comin' through your area)

(And I'm gon' tell you one time)

(You gon' love this)

Yeah, I had to get the money, said it wasn't a choice

Die Hard's on the bars, ladies lovin' the voice

Morphine flow numbin' your joints

Bomb a **** like he number 81 from Detroit

Zombie life, World War Z

Antidote to your virus, Your Highness, the world on me

Capital G, cool as the dude from Dos Equis

So deadly, y'all make it rain, I snow heavy

Sick lane, Nic Cage, how I ride with fire

Forever with bars, sorta like a lifer

With the Son of Anarchy, I be Breaking Bad

Walking Dead, daydreamin' of Making the Band

Dancing with the Stars, American Idol me

The Mentalist with the Big Bang Theory

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

The most duplicated, anticipated, validated

Urban legends in the books with the ones who made it

Highly celebrated, everything was work-related

Current Top 40 got the Wu DNA up in it

Twenty years, Killa Bees, yeah, we hold the pendant

Monumental stance on the cover with my codefendants

Drop her sentence in remembrance

Construct these jewels, so they can live through my descendants

Youngin, I can see your drawers, pull your pants up

Can't even call yourself a man until you man up

And if you call yourself a fan, you need to stand up

This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up

And I don't care who runs the city when the summer come

Your summer's done, Wu forever, and we're still number one

Still number one, still number one, one, one

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

Picture a **** on the strip gettin' rich off the drug shit

Puttin' other **** on, teachin' 'em thug shit

Then they want stick 'em up, then they get slugs quick

Hood type **** always livin' that crime life

Jealous ass grimy **** seein' the limelight

Slimy old **** like fuckin' your man's wife

Fool shouldn't use the word "brother", he "man dyke"

Yo, I spin my web all across New York

Get it out in all types of ice, that's a sport

One chain, two chain, three chain, four

****' mouths drop like the leaves in the fall

Tone got that WBC

I take off heavy in air balloons and land in the Fijis

That's my bird and that's my word

You faggots keep fuckin' around and get curbed (I came to town)

Form circles like the rings of Saturn

Dust rocks and ice in a particular pattern

Then this fascinatin' picture has emerged from surface

A wonder of the young world with a urgent purpose

A wildfire engulfin' every home

It's history chiseled and carved in every stone

A workshop where skills are learned

Handcrafted and drafted, written works the main concern

Urban center provided with a social structure

And a curious culture full of superconductors

Each stain is part of a scene with

Intricate geometric raps on a larger screen

Spell-bounding, marvelous, and it's surrounding

Viewpoints remain the same, and it's all astounding

A place where the forgotten art is so powerful

A striking image of something that's so valuable

This one's the blackout, .357 to your mouth

GZA, this is called "Ruckus In B Minor"

Rae, all those bad times is behind us

Ghost, put that mask on to remind us

Method Man, let 'em know who's New York's finest

Youngin, I can see your drawers, pull your pants up

Can't even call yourself a man until you man up

And if you call yourself a fan, you need to stand up

This ain't a party, it's a jux, keep your hands up

And I don't care who run the city when the summer come

Your summer done, Wu forever, and we're still number one

Still number one, still number one, one, one

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one

(Now, I'ma let all y'all motherfuckers know)

Still number one, still number one, still number one, one, one, one, one

(Whether you from Brooklyn, whether you from Manhattan)

(You from Queens, ****)

(I don't give a fuck where you be, motherfucker)

My lines is like Peruvian coke, go ahead and try one

My recipe is A1, remarkable with my mixture

Rain Man mathematician, the city slicker

The finest threads cover my frame, the cloth of royalty

Strive with an army of winners and no pretenders

(One) We live free and achieve more

But first, we gotta win with no stalemate

The all eye seein' is victorious, biz to the sound man

Armored trucks, tanks are bulletproof, been the truth

Loot the track, clear the booth, my thought ready, aim, shoot

My knowledge 120 proof, it tear the roof off

Let's spray, M-A-S-T-A

King I Love Love club, pack stadium rock

I hold the mic snug, spit a slug

Black ninja mask and gloves

Still number one, still number one