Retrophin (feat. Solomon Childs & Shabazz The Disciple) [4th Disciple Mix]

Yeah, yeah

You know they say money wins wars

I believe soldiers win wars

Introducing Shaka Amazulu

Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems

He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems

Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends

He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends

Pee-wee Herman clone rest in hell the sermon is blown

Millions cash can't save you now in cern with the bones

Raised the price on AIDS pills it's been determined you cloned

Guaranteed you get raped the cop hearing you moan

Laugh first you cried later filthy spoons dirty showers

Rumours has it you didn't go to sleep your first 30 hours

Prison is a living nightmare for nerdy cowards

The lifers gonna turn you to a bitch murdered your power

Yacubs grafted Gods gift the odds switched

5 Percenters waiting for you do you worst than OZ flicks

Hard life it's no Wells on the yard prick

In the book you write don't exclude the pain from hard dick

Wu forever I hope Ol' Dirty spirt haunt u

I pray they make you cell with Killa Sin just to taunt you

Cool aid on your lips you getting pimped the savage flaunt u

I guess you thought the clan was the joke beware the Bronx zoo

Karma is a bitch served better when it's cold

I prophesize a suicide letter cause your soul

Born diluted less than 1 third of the bold

You hating integration now put em in the hole

Martin 20 million bucks can't get your pardon

You got the carter 5 huh ? but now you starving

Surrounded by the ghouls and goblins into Robin

You begging for a heart from the wizard like Judy Garland

Bon voyage the grim reaper lurking now you praising ****

Every night in your sleep you'll see the Gravediggas

Death'll be the penalty when the judge slam the gavel

Last earth memories before his wicked soul travels

Black ravens and rats nibble his brain in red rain

While we scapol his flesh off of his mortal remains

And use his fuckin veins as my puppet strings

Make him do a demon dance while he burn in the fucking flamez

Hunt down your sepulchre, roll back the stone

Body slam your casket and stomp all your skull and bonez!

I dare you to haunt me motherfucker

Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with some problems

He was beat as a child now he lives in denial and believes money can solve all his problems

Once upon a time in Shaolin there was a little angry man named Martin with no friends

He bought a Wu-Tang album off blind and shine but it didn't work cos he still has no friends

Yeah, see the moral of the story is stay in your own lane

Dont let peer pressure take you out your lane

Cos you can perpetuate outside your lane but when them real gangstas come for you

You gotto answer up