"Old man: Your Shaolin shadow boxing is good... but my crane style is deadly!" Dusty needle on the wax, smoke clears the room Enter the chamber, step into the sonic gloom Rhymes sharp like katanas cuttin' through the cold mist Concrete philosopher, iron-clad fist We move in the shadows, ancient scrolls untied Heavy bass thumping where the forgotten abide (Oh, the streets are cold tonight...) "Check the method!" (No place left to hide...) Mental kung-fu, strike quick through the static Rhymes automated, black ink cinematic From the project benches to the temple peak The syllabus is lethal when the masters speak Cold winters, leather jackets, Timberland boots Digging in the crates, returning to the roots Yo, step back, catch the impact, tactical dispatch Liquid sword swing, leave a scratch on the dispatch Ninety-six mindframe, building in the cypher Spitting raw fire, making the vibe hyper Yeah, we lock the city down, no keys needed The Wu-Tang dynasty will never be defeated (Oh, the streets are cold tonight...) "Protect ya neck" Killa bee swarm, strike hard in the blizzard Rhyme style wizard, cut 'em open to the gizzard Staten Island mentality, reality is harsh Walking through the fog, navigating through the marsh Golden arms strike, leave 'em paralyzed in place Nine generals standing, looking at the space (Oh, the streets are cold tonight...) "Check the method!" (No place left to hide...) (Oh, the streets are cold tonight...) "Check the method!" (No place left to hide...) "Yeah... Shaolin worldwide. Respect the masters." "Student: Master, teach me the invincible armor style! Old grumpy Master: It takes ten years of pain..." Wu tang dynasty is back , Yo , protect yo back , .......out......
