RZA: Try ya ya ya

(feat. Monk, Thea van Seijen)[Thea saying "try ya ya ya, ay ya ya ya" throughout the whole song][Intro: RZA]Digital... why...[Chorus: RZA]You can't do me nothing, you won't succeedYou moving fast, reduce your speedWeak producers, imitate my beatWhen they face me, make 'em kiss my feetYou can't break me, you get deflectedCan't remake me, already perfectedWu-Tang slang, to disrespect itYour heart get pierced from hard darts ejected[RZA]I walk wit a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutorSlipped through these metal detectors with plastic German lugersWith all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull itStay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footedDeadly dialect, Digitech, I'm six steps aheadSpread like plague, plus I wire taped the fedsBrain wave manipulation, radios in my headSip Colloidal silver, immune cells get fedDeflecting viruses, I'm overcoming biasesTrue lion of Judah, bout to reclaim the lionessDevil expiration date, time to set the nation straightYou should pay attention to the words I articulate[Chorus][Monk]Goodie goodie, I walk it out in the hoodieAnd let my shoulder lean, just some gangsta boogie...You now rocking with the best, Compton's finest with finesseBy the dress code and approach, you can tell I bang the leftWest Side of the coast, everybody's cutthroatBitches love to start shit, they also love to deep throatThree wheel and hundred spokes, while I'm blowing chronic smokeTurning corner after corner, with my Southern Cal folkBut the underground in the city life, it ain't a playgroundI'm loyal, dedicated, always ready to throw downMy morals, and my values, retire up on the richterSpeak this vivid, so you clearly get the pictureAnd description of a real one, standing in your mistI don't just talk, I walk this Killa Cal shitFootprints of a legend as a I paint the concreteKing of the jungle, still no one can competeWith my entourage, call ya squad, I checkmate 'em with a pawnSeven moves ahead to off your head, it won't take that long[Chorus]