Whatever Happened (the Birth) Lyrics

Whatever Happened (the Birth) lyrics

[Featuring RZA]
AZ:
Yeah... some Firm shit, you know I mean? For all the
niggas, in
New York all across the motherfuckin' world (world), ain't
nuttin'
changed yet (ain't nuttin' changed yet) shit's still real
(shit's
still real)... Yo (Yo)
CHORUS: [AZ]
Yo major large niggas get they grind
on cash, while the crab thinkin'
niggas keep they mind on ass
I guess
most motherfuckers ain't designed to last
Whatever happened to the realness
from back in the past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the
past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
AZ: {Verse
One}
You know the routine, fast cars, rings get a crew seen
We true
fiends, old school style that's how we do things
Born & destined, hands on
many investments
Strong, reflect this 'til I'm drawn back to the
essence
Street wise, 36 waist, small feet size
The C.I.'s quick to slide
off, once the heat rise
Detour, poverty's on, police war
Grown through
each dawn, searchin' new ways for me to eat more
Fast learner, quiet storm,
play the back burner
Bereaucrats, I react like Nat Turner
Hold weight,
used to rock kicks wit no lace
Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a
slow rate
Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive
Brain's
inactive, bein' subjected to this crab shit
To each his own, fuck the
foulness, need a week alone
We can zone, all day long, on the speaker
phone
600, nine five North, stay blunted, stress I came from it
Sex got
drained from it
The new breed star gazin', raisin' two seeds
To be free,
the franchise is all a whole crew need....indeed
Partial Chorus: [AZ]
{starts after need}
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the
past?
Whatever happened to the realness from back in the past?
RZA:
{Verse Two}
Whips & full clips & pussy lips
Rubber grips attached to
hips
Past the journey to the crib, the purest sickness cura
Holy Koran,
sirah, leaves man to understand, I stand up as rough briva
Heart is
bleedin', stress got my hair line receedin'
God look we feedin', leadin' my
seeds, back to Eden
And stay suspicious of promiscuous bitches
Who don't
wash & do dish & to big for your britches
Lustin' riches, fuckin' the next
man mistress
You wonder why your pussy itches, fat ass sample wit out the
glitches
Shatter your mental, split your bean up like a lentel
Disfigure
your face, you recognizin' by the dental
Hot lead from raw heat, left in
store meat
Lay it out on Broadstreet, before he
Left all he heard was the
echo from the shot
Cops all tops see revealed, he was stopped by the
Glock
Devils lettin' off SCUDS, thugs trapped up in HUD houses
New York,
been infested by Bloods, lustin' for colors of red
More black lies done shed
through
Yet the blood travelin' through veins remain blue
Boned out until
we zone out, no doubt
Chickenheads beg for the 9 inch Applehead
Their
legs open like fallopian, lubricated by petroleum
Nine months later comes
the ovary explosion
Bitch you stupid? A hundred dollars you couldn't recoup
it
When I reign the truth on your brain you muted
Rula Zig-Zag, Zig
Allah, plus Allah Zig, Zag-Zig
We addin' more knowledge to your
wig
CHORUS
AZ (RZA) {sometimes overlapping each other}
(Word up, word
up) Yeah (Wu-Tang, Firm up in this piece know what I
mean?) Holdin' it down
stamp of approval, you know? (Get ya brain
washed, you know what I'm sayin'?
Get ya muscle tendered & straight)
No doubt, no doubt
(Word up, the black
God exists in the physical form, you know?)
The Firm baby, holdin' this, A
to the Z, I know what time it is
(Aight) Armageddon