[Intro: RZA] It's Da Great Siege, Allah Mathematics
[Hook: RZA] It's Da Great Siege See y'all faggot niggaz back the fuck up Y'all bitches just back the fuck up It's Da Great Siege Killa Bees in fatigue No time to bob or weave Your city's intrigued Pushing straight through in a navy-blue H2 Hummer Bounce a nigga bummer We scrape you dumber Shaolin rooftop talk We shot talk Who shot hawk? Bobby got off It's Da Great Siege Killa Bees in fatigue You caught up in intrigue The city's caught No chance to bob and weave BZA-Bobby [bzz] Shaolin - ring the alarm Who shot hawk? Who got off? Pushing through in a H2 navy-blue Hummer Bounce a nigga, we scrape you You looking dumber and dumber We turn winter to summer
[RZA] We be sharing poems, wearing hand bones Tearing domes in half, seizing thrones Wearing stones, they engineering clones But they can't zone in to where the soul roams I'm home, up in my lab 'bout to stab the pad Just hit this blunt, just had some cunt Rice and beans, steamed from the à la cuisine in Queens across the street from the Nazarean The black prince in the G wagon, black tints Music bubbling, hollarin at the hood wench The mechanic fix like Johnny Goodwrench Ninja walk on sands, leave no footprints Bitches dialect compressed on cassette Two three point intellect, splashed in Fayette's On TV video shows, pretty video hoes Licking old souls, spread eagle pose Shaolin talk slang with the royal blood
[Hook: RZA] Killa Bees in fatigue No chance to bob and weave The city's intrigued I'm pushing straight through in that navy-blue H2 Hummer We scrape you, it's a bummer You dumber and dumber Shaolin rooftop talk Who shot hawk? Who got off? - Bobby Trapped in the Bing like my name was Crosby Getting these bills like Cosby
[RZA] I'm up on Pickin Bitch walked in on a veggie fried rice and half a chicken Like it's finger-licking, my favorite clicking On some old finger-picking, itchy trigger, nigga listen [gun shot]
[Hook: RZA] It's Da Great Siege Killa Bees in fatigue You're gonna get intrigued The city's caught No chance to bob and weave BZA-Bobby, Shaolin rooftop talk Who shot hawk? Who got off? Pushing through in a H2 navy-blue Hummer Bounce a nigga, he scrape you You looking dumber and dumber We turn winter into summer Can we bling bling, shine shine