You stackin cheddar cause you working at the burger place.

Inspectah Deck, “It’s Raw,” CZARFACE, 2013

I leave scientists mentally scarred,
Triple Extra Large,
Wild like rock stars who smash guitars…

Inspectah Deck, “Above the Clouds,” from Gang Starr’s Moment of Truth, 1998

I smoke on the mic like Smokin’ Joe Frazier,
The hell raiser, raisin’ hell with the flavor.

Inspectah Deck, “Protect Ya Neck,” from Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), 1993. RIP Joseph William “Joe” Frazier, (January 12, 1944 – November 6, 2011), known as Smokin’ Joe, was a former Olympic and Undisputed World Heavyweight boxing champion.

Leave it up to me while I be livin’ proof,
To kick the truth to the young black youth.

Inspectah Deck, “C.R.E.A.M.” from Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), 1993

Inspectah Deck • “Elevation” • Uncontrolled Substance • 1999

Where I come from, young ones pump chumps for lump sums,
Bustin guns, trust none, become son.
Truth spells broke loose shells that propel,
Where I’m dwellin, niggas bail…tellin what you sellin.”

Inspectah Deck, “Elevation,” Uncontrolled Substance, 1999

Inspectah Deck (Wu-Tang Clan) • “Da Mystery of Chessboxin'” • 1993

Well I’m a sire, I set the microphone on fire,
Rap styles vary…and carry like Mariah.

Inspectah Deck, “Da Mystery of Chessboxin’,” from Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), 1993

GZA • “Cold World” • 1995

It was the night before New Year’s
And all through the fuckin’ projects
Not a handgun was silent, not even a Tec.

GZA, “Cold World,” Liquid Swords, 1995

Inspectah Deck (Wu-Tang Clan) • “Triumph” • 1997

I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies and hypotheses
Can’t define how I be dropping these mockeries.
Lyrically perform armed robbery,
Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me…

– Inspectah Deck, “Triumph,” from Wu-Tang Clan’s Wu-Tang Forever, 1997

Working hard may help you maintain,
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain.

Inspectah Deck, “C.R.E.A.M.,” from Wu-Tang Clan’s Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers), 1993. Many more lyrics from The Wu…

Where I come from, young ones pump chumps for lump sums, Bustin guns, trust none, become son. Truth spells broke loose shells that propel, Where I’m dwellin, niggas bail…tellin what you sellin.”