Shaolin Temple Beats

[Intro] [Record scratch, sound of a distant gong and a pipa pluck] [Beat Drop: Sparse, Gritty drums, deep bassline, sampled Chinese flute melody cuts in and out] [Spoken male] The secrets of the Shaolin Temple... are not for the outside world. [Verse 1 - Measured, Philosophical Flow] Check the mic, one two. Slums of Shaolin, not far from the zoo. Staten Isle cipher, where the knowledge is true. We built this empire from the Wu-Tang brew. My ancient scroll unveils the master plan, The Five Pillars of Chan, the heart of the clan. From the Henan province, the wind whispers low, Shaolin Temple Beats, watch the energy flow. The erhu' strings hum a rugged narrative, Our sound's Asiatic, corrective and curative. Iron palm technique, embedded in the kick drum, The 36th Chamber, where the venom has come. [Verse 2 - Fast, Vivid, Storytelling Flow] Ayo, the chef's in the kitchen, rice steaming quick, Stolen secrets from the Wudang, yo, the plot is thick. My lyrical qigong, vital energy blast, I move like the crane, too sharp, too fast. Gold medallion gleam, meditating on the roof, Heard the guzheng crying, that's the absolute truth. Killer Bees on the lookout, scoping the scenery, My verse is the blade, dipped in dark greenery. I studied the monks, how they walk on the wire, My forty-bar verse sets the whole booth on fire! From the pagoda peaks, where the masters would spar, My rhyme structure's complex, like a celestial star. Don't slip on the oil, son, the training is deep, While you sleeping on knowledge, the god never sleeps. [Chorus - Hypnotic, Hardcore, Call & Response] [Male Rapper] SHALON! Temple Beats, yo, hear the dizi weep! [GROUP] Killer Bees! Keep the secrets that the dynasty keeps! [Male Rapper] SHALON! Temple flow, hit you with the five-finger pressure! [GROUP] Killer Bees! East Coast masters, forever your assessor! [Male Rapper] SHALON! The rugged style is priceless, you can't touch it! [GROUP] Killer Bees! From the Queens [vinyl scratch] we crush it! [Crisp, Dense, Aggressive Flow] The Rebel INS, a verse from the celestial, Spit truth like I'm sent from the temple ancestral. This track is the scroll, my pen the ink well, Breaking the cipher, escape from the dark cell. RZA laid the foundation, a sinister sound, Used the ancient Chinese wood block, then spun it around. I strike with precision, like the whip from the stick, Knowledge of self, yo, this ain't no cheap trick. My flow's like a thousand leaves, the autumn wind blew, See me in the concrete forest, the code I pursue. Unleash the verbal sabre, a slice through the fog, You just a small fish, I'm the mighty long dragon Protect ya neck, kid, the Chamber's forever, My crew is built strong, nothing breaks us, no never! [Calm, Deliberate, Calculated Flow] From the monastery walls, the disciple observes, The proper technique, calculated by nerves. The shadow boxer moves, in the style of the mantis, My logic is flawless, leaving opponents Atlantis. The wooden fish percussion keeps the mind focused, While the mic transmission leaves the other MC's hopeless. My energy builds, from the feet to the crown, Another grand master setting the standard down. The silk road rhythm, the truth I project, Through the power of Chan, I command all respect. My lyrical discipline is honed like a spear, The venomous flow, that dispels all your fear. Word to the Abbot, the rhyme is a form, Weather the elements, survive every storm. [Outro - Dark, Finalizing tone] A-a-ha. Shaolin. We brought the East to the West. The ancient Chinese wisdom, put it to the test. The erhu cries... the pipa moans... The Temple has spoken... now bow to the Thrones. Word up. [Sound of a gong reverberating and slowly fading out over the crackle of vinyl.]