Impossible - Wu-Tang Clan F/ Tekitha

[RZA] Yo... check check it 
[Tekitha] You can never defeat 
[RZA] Yo check the method of this shit right here one time 
[Tekitha] The Gods 
[RZA] Sparkin your braincells to the upmost 
[Tekitha] Impossible 
[RZA] Unlimited epidemics bein spreaded 
[Tekitha] You can never defeat 
[RZA] You know, we try and add on for y'all niggas 
[Tekitha] The Gods 
[RZA] Yo, yo 

Verse One: RZA 

Fusion of the five elements, to search for the higher intelligence 
Women walk around celibate, livin irrelevant 
The most benelovent king, communicatin through your dreams 
Mental pictures been painted, Allah's heard and seen 
everywhere, throughout your surroundin atmosphere 
Troposphere, thermosphere, stratosphere 
Can you imagine from one single idea, everything appeared here 
Understanding makes my truth, crystal clear 
Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants 
Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients 
Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp 
At night I walk through, third eye is bright as a street lamp 
Electric microbes, all body clothes 
Taking telescope pictures of globe, babies getting pierced with microchips 
stuffed inside their earlobes, then examinated 
Blood contaminated, vaccinated, lives fabricated 
Exaggerated authorization, Food and Drug Administration 
Testin poison in prison population 
My occupation to stop the innauguration of Satan 
Some claim that it was Reagan, so I come to slay men 
like Bartholemew, cause every particle is physical article 
was diabolical to the last visible molecule 
A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron 
Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron 

Verse Two: U-God 

United Nations, gun fire style patient 
Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation 
Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb fest 
We want sanitary food, planetary conquest 
Thug peoples on some hardco' body shit 
Get your shit together 'fore the fuck Illuminati hit 
Dreams is free in escape of sleep 
For a fool peep jewels, keep tools for tough time 
The rule of rough mind, elevate, stay behind 
The sun gotta shine, keep on, cremate 
the whole Babylon, times up, move on 
Kings on your pawn, checkmate, no fakes 
opposed through the gate, case closed 
Things get froze, when it comes time, chosen ones 
were holding guns, we take flight with no fright 
and attack, never fear cause our words is clear 
What's been done can't be undone Son, we can't care 
Cause the last days and times are surely here 
Snakes and flakes get blown, by the rightous ones 
Divine minds bind, we unified as one 
Half of black hope, we half broke, smoke a bowl of weed shit 
Our everlastin answers stay flyin over Egypt 

Chorus: Tekitha 

For you to defeat, the Gods 
Impossible, you can never... defeat 
The Gods, impossible 
For you to defeat, the Gods 

Verse Three: Ghostface Killah 

Call an ambulance, Jamie been shot, word to Kemit 
Don't go Son, nigga you my motherfuckin heart 
Stay still Son, don't move, just think about Keeba 
She'll be three in January, your young God needs you 
The ambulance is taking too long 
Everybody get the fuck back, excuse me bitch, gimme your jack 
One, seven one eight, nine one one, low battery, damn 
Blood comin out his mouth, he bleedin badly 
Nahhh Jamie, don't start that shit 
Keep your head up, if you escape hell we gettin fucked up 
When we was eight, we went to Bat Day to see the Yanks 
In Sixty-Nine, his father and mines, they robbed banks 
He pointed to the charm on his neck 
With his last bit of energy left, told me rock it with respect 
I opened it, seen the God holdin his kids 
Photogenic, tears just burst out my wig 
Plus he dropped one, oh shit, here come his Old Earth 
With no shoes on, screamin holdin her breasts with a gown on 
She fell and then lightly touched his jaw, kissed him 
Rubbed his hair, turned around the ambulance was there 
Plus the blue coats, Officer Lough, took it as a joke 
Weeks ago he strip-searched the God and gave him back his coke 
Bitches yellin, Beenie Man swung on Helen 
In the back of a cop car, dirty tarts are tellin 
But suddenly a chill came through it was weird 
Felt like my man, was cast out my heaven now we share 
Laid on the stretcher, blood on his Wally's like ketchup 
Deep like the full assassination with a sketch of it 
It can't be, from Yohoo to Lee's 
Second grade humped the teachers, about to leave 
Finally this closed chapter, comes to an end 
He was announced, pronounced dead, y'all, at twelve ten 

Outro: Raekwon and Tekitha 

Now what my man is trying to tell y'all 
Is that across the whole globe (you can never) 
The murder rates is increasin, and we decreasin (you can never) 
So at the same time, when you play with guns 
When you play with guns Son (you can never defeat) 
That causes the conflict of you goin against your own (the Gods) 
You hear me, so let's pay attention 
Straight up and down, cause this is only a story 
From the real