Unpredictable (feat. Inspectah Deck & Method Man)

Wu-tang style, huh, huh? Hey, huh, huh? And you and wu-tang this for what? Static, select Static, you a beast, bro. I can see through your blindfold Cashmere peacoat, fella caught a fortune off of CINO Wiggin' out, I'm givin' out free smoke Hater love to doubt ace, I live in the kitchen baking pound cakes Supreme clientele, never clout chase Global mogul, ex-lover, I ain't trying to hold you Watch me gain power like I changed in the phone booth Low brim, soldier slim, cover me, I'm going in Fucking with him, they gon' notify your closest kin Static on the track like an old Dusty 45 Static on my back like the old Rusty 45 You caught the vibe, that's on any given Sunday Ready with the drum play, I'm heavy with the feng shui I must say I'm up now In spite of all my goals, they tried to shut down I'm still worth millions on the bus down So savage, total my average, that's goat status Addicts, fiending for these lines, that's a coke habit Yo, ghost lethal, like the diamonds on a handle on a desert eagle I pop like an old record with a thin needle I got verses in a safe written in Hebrew Back the fuck up. I'll catch a ball here, we call Onyx Once in a while, get my dick sucked Yeah, listen to Delphonics. Old rituals, make it until it's visual How you gon' kill a ghost knowing he's invisible? Every time I fly, I'm leaving my hoes miserable I'll be back like my money on residuals Space table, cutting everything fatal Stronger than whiskey, lemon seven and cradle Had a thousand wallows on the cover of my debut Daytona 5.00 in a Beirut 95, the first nigga with a hay suit I jumped ship, I chose Tito for the great goose What we doing? In Cordovan Chase, pulling up new ones The chain with the sheet dog on. Breezy brewing these individuals We got change, you barely know them Since my niggas took off the stocking caps We're cooling your fire sour with gasoline burners Light up. Any microphone in the mix, get lit right up Give power. Everything a self or a sick dollar Crashing up Cullinan's Royce. Give me a holla, yo, the greatness Sort of like tapes in the Matrix Old butter, soft shit on. You know the way bitches, the pharaohs Only ride gold at the galas. Champagne wars with sneaky whores We smell them. Rip rap, any adversary, I twist that All I need to get is a drunk dick and a kick back You know them niggas, y'all bull niggas When it come to partnership, it's parkin' shit. Sharks and shit If I ride with ya, vibe with ya, I side with ya This is my scripture. Next to greatness is my picture I don't like bitches, but trick a finger, just my applicant Take your life and them guys with you can die with ya I'm a fly figure. Network from the nine figures Like I'm lyin'. If ya know, ya know when that line hits ya You're the line, Mr. Get Outta Line, you line skipper You get line quicker. I'm fittin' all of you line snippers Shot callin', but y'all triggered the shower business At Park Hill in this slum village, we all kill it And y'all feel it's the feeling. Feel like we all members Like we all winners. Unless I'm hungry, then y'all dinner. Yum Finger lickin', sound of the drum. When I'm money hungry Lick my finger, countin' my funds Pick a finger from me, well then I'ma count on my thumb I'll count on my accountant when I'm a-countin' my wonders. Gun W-W-W-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh- отно into the unpredictable life shit Status 11. Wh-W-Wh-Wh-What the judge did? We did We gonna win, right? The widow of a predictable life shit Wu-tang is for what? unpredictable. Add the widow of a predictable life shit South wild shit, do or die shit. Boom. Boom, boom, boom