RZA & DJ Scratch – Pugilism Lyrics

 

Pugilism Lyrics by RZA & DJ Scratch

 

The Shabama lama hammer grammar slammer nothing new to this.
Shaolin kung fu Wutang pugilist. Yellow blue diamonds, black buddah beads circle wrist.
You attack me from the back … that was foolishness.
We move together as one like a school of fish.
Poison needle shot you tried to block. It went through your wrist.
18 low hand stance this is laughing buddah fist.
Butterfly knifes lighting striking like a cumulous.
Overthrow your quote trap your throat like tuberculosis.
2020 quarantine I developed perfect focus.
Winter Green limousine rhinestone denim jeans.
Use to play with triple beams now I’m into simple things.
Army issued m16’s blow your ass to smithereens.
Have your crew twitching like they fiending for that nicotine.
Watch out watch out here she comes
up! she’s a man eater
Rappers are a bunch of ants and I’m a hungry ant eater.

Consume that poisonous dead meat its tumorous.
All that poison in the airwaves I’m immune to it.
You striving for a car and lab I got numerous.
You thought you could deflect my finger jab that was humorous.

Consuming poisonous dead meat that is tumorous.
All the poison in the air I’m immune to it.
You striving for a car and lab I got numerous.
You thought you could defeat the finger jab that was humorous.

This is 9 ball rack em up.
We back em up with half of us.
Y’all n***** stuck I’m bout to clear the spot like the aqueduct.
Man-which or sand-which my clan switch the bandwidth.
Blam if you come up you get bopped boy so stand stiff.
Copper with the diamond herringbone, now you hop along.
Bum couldn’t pop a bone need some testosterone.
Weak ass freak and your bitch is from a foster home.
Thought she could bag the RZA told that girl hop along.
Pockets yeah they overweight 100k I’ll hold the date.
Bout to skate, motivate, float to the golden state.
Warrior I’ll overtake never in a sober state.
Incorporate a Muay Thai blow that’ll cause your shoulder to break.
Dislocate your arm from a joint you’s a lowercase.
Me I’m a capital OG but hold up wait.
I drink with distinguished females and link with distinctive G-men.
That’s known to sink ships and speak with multi-millionaires and billionaires.
Who only sleep with hand woven mink pillows and girls with pink tits.
The man with the Gucci print handkerchief.
He banks with the wife of the Governor’s right hand from Anchorage.
Old cold snow-bunny honey’s with money.
Getting drunk off of dirty Martini’s and air they laundry.
Squeaky clean turbo charged Bentley parked in my garage.
The Wu-Villa backyard looks like a east mirage.