Rza, MF Doom, Wu-Tang Clan - Biochemical Equation

[00:11.68] Tempted by the sins of life, the pleasures of lust [00:15.22] With wild imaginings that you can't discuss [00:17.92] Oh, the flesh is weak, it's a struggle for peace [00:20.68] It's a daily conflict between man and beast [00:24.28] We strive for God and a better tomorrow [00:26.90] Still suffering from the unforgettable sorrow [00:29.60] Repent from thy sins, son and walk ye straight [00:32.36] Stop talking all that trash boy and talk ye straight [00:36.03] Afflicted by the pressures of life at every vital point [00:39.66] Still, I wouldn't give an oint' [00:42.32] Or flinch an inch or pitch a pinch [00:45.05] Off the pie or every try to try your wench [00:47.75] Confronted by the devil himself and stay strong [00:51.38] You think you can take the King now meet Kong [00:54.07] Strong as the base of a mountain, there's no counting [00:57.66] How many MCs have sprung from our fountain [00:59.47] Fifty thousand year process to make this combination [01:03.06] I'm not giving mine away to Satan [01:06.72] Although I know that he's awaiting [01:09.41] To get a hold of my biochemical equation [01:12.15] I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son [01:15.75] When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son [01:18.48] Fifty thousand year process, to make this combination [01:21.15] 99 elements, biochemical manifestation [01:24.79] I'm not giving mines away to Satan [01:27.42] Although, I know that he's awaiting [01:30.18] I'ma slip him son, I'ma dip him, son [01:33.83] When I catch the drop on him, I'ma clip him, son [01:48.28] Bet ahk, straight to the head with the pet rock [01:50.95] At least til I can get from out this booth, it's like a sweat box [01:53.63] Trade a few bars of head nodding, throw us a stack [01:57.27] Pay him and it's sewed up like thread and bobbin bonus pack [01:59.97] Invest in the first B-boy kid show [02:02.65] Live off skid row with jive talking negros [02:05.46] He wear his beard like a frizzly haired grizzly [02:08.16] And kept his appearances exquisitely rare, where is he? [02:10.85] Is he in the backyard or on your front porch [02:14.46] Or standing in the corner of the club with the blunt torched [02:17.13] You're soft, they say he rhyme like he starving [02:19.89] And sold odds and bodkins to old gods and goblins [02:22.53] Golly, I'm just a pest and your worst best friend [02:25.25] Who mend and rip space-time fabric like polyester blend [02:28.84] Not a hobby for no knobby-kneed lesser men [02:31.58] Or sloppy like the rest of them, they probably need estrogen [02:34.23] Yo, yo, drunk or sober, son, don't lose your composure [02:38.82] Semi off the Remy, mixed with Henny, Moet demi' [02:42.45] Underneath the passenger seat, son, tuck the semi' [02:46.00] Israeli issued automatic black pistol [02:48.78] The cop with the flashlight chew gum as he whistle [02:51.47] Tapped on the glass, roll it down fast [02:54.12] License, registration addressed to your lab [02:56.83] They made insurance, the reason why I pulled you over [03:00.42] Cuz the way you were swerving, sir, you can't be sober [03:03.11] Have you been drinking? Breathe into the breathalyzer [03:05.99] Get out the car, please, follow this exercise, sir [03:09.51] Put one finger on your nose, now from heel to toe [03:13.13] Walk in a straight line, ten paces, down the road [03:14.97] My homeboy Kano, used to do the mashed potato [03:17.65] Or cartwheels and then spin out like a tornado [03:21.22] They used to chase him, right; but son, he would always shake em [03:24.82] Then come and puff bowls and make beats inside my basement [03:27.58] Drunk or sober, never lose your composure [03:30.29] Stress on the brain cause pain and stomach ulcers [03:32.90] If you can't understand, then come closer [03:36.13] We civilized the uncivilized like we supposed to [03:39.76] Drunk or sober, never lose your composure [03:42.56] Mic in your hand, black man stand as a soldier [03:45.29] Stress on the brain, cause pain and stomach ulcers [03:48.82] If you can't understand, then come closer [03:51.58]