No Hook (feat. Prince Rakeem "the RZA" & Method Man)

This feel like we're the kings of west Europe, man

See, sometime, we don't need no hook

No hooks

We don't need no hooks

We don't need no hooks

No hooks

No hooks

There was time for the seventh sign

Yo, I caught a line, spectacular cardiovascular attacker

Shaq's on the track with the Blackular

Puzzler, rugged slugger, 40oz guzzler

The gold nugget fangs punch holes inside your jugular

Veins, do it quick before your brain get drained

With the horror you now have become stained

Ice cold, like the winter, eskimo, enter

The skill like a splinter, a decimal

Let's have a festival, Wu-Tang Killer Bees, we

(Suu) Ah, intellectual, styles break your mind

Shine, ****, shine

We don't need no hook

We don't need no hook

We don't need no hook with it

We don't need no hook

See, sometime, you must let yourself be free

We don't need no hook

No hook

Have your ideology

Come and see

S to the H-A-Q

The Shaq Attaq has risen, oh concrete PM this is twizm

Always and forever, forever always attack

I bring flavor to ya ear like Craig Mack

Life's a B and then ya D, refer to Nasty Nas' Illmatic

CD, number three static

You don't want none, ya best to keep lookin'

A-E-I-O-U's a ass whoopin', you're tooken

Into clear and present danger, I'm a perfect stranger

Quick to rearrange a outlook, so look out

So here me comes, quick to beat you down like the RZA on the drums

Change my name like Prince, punks be tremblin'

My name ain't Shaq no more, call me Superman

Emblem, marks, get set, go left

The Shaq, The RZA, get ready for the Meth'

We don't need no hook

No hooks

We don't need no hooks

Yeah

We don't need no hooks

No hooks

No hooks

We don't need

We don't need no hooks

We don't need no hooks

Check me, danger-some, comin' mad fat, terror-dome

Like whatever ak, we can get it on, break 'em down

I'ma set it, yeah, who that dirty rat? Bring him here

To the mind bender, the death sender to your ear, Method

What up, hookers? Hood-rats are no good

It be Tical breakin' rims with the seven footer

Shaq, bring it to the front, now bring it back

To the head black 'cause when my Soul Train hit the track

Target the Billboard Charts, don't make me start it

The whole industry is gassed up and no they farted

My object is destruction for percussion, rhymes are bustin'

Got your wholes block duckin' down

The end is here, apocalypse now

Gettin' shot, peace'll work it out

What we don't need is a hook

We don't need no hooks

No hooks

Wu-Tang

Check this

We don't need no hook

Twizm

No hooks

We don't need no hooks

We don't need no hooks

We don't need no hooks

Respect through the Wu-Tang

And the Old Dirty Bastard

Bastard