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Verse One: U-God 

Yeah, yo 
Give me the cue 
Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function 
The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed 
Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas 
Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling 
Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them 
Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm 
Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture 
Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures 
When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance 
Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance 
Words seem to zing on down to Bejing 
When we touch down you crown renowned kings 

Verse two: Method Man 

There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical 
Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men 
But not these, we profound hardcore sound 
To MC's thumbs down, prepare 
Killa bees it be warfare, this the year 
Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square 
If we go there we go gritty 
And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor 
My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs 
The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare 
Ask yourself can you compare 
to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode 
or he be gone, yeah 
The struggle goes on, you've been warned 
P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs 
Must we drop in the Ninety-Now 
Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical 

Verse Three: RZA 

You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding 
Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting 
You gots to be kidding, yo 

It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense 
I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance 
Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds 
Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above 
MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble 
Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals 
Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions 
Wack MC's only lasted one season 
The morale was low at the corral 
Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our 
aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah 
All that other bullshit ain't permissable 
Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual 
Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible 
illegible, every egg ain't edible 
My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole 
Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier 
Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper 
Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia 
and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang 

Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon 

The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall 
Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin 
We came to punish the glutton with a substance 
That can't be contained, Wu-Tang 

Motherfuckers 
We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club 
Y'all all in the back 
Scared to speak the speak cause you scared 
Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is 

[Raekwon conversating with some people] 
All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right 
It's like come on man 
This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker 
Dang, he caught Whittaker 
Mmmmhmmm 
He caught Whittaker a long time ago 
Mike got touched 
Then Mike got touched by Holyfield 
Holyfield 
Yeah, word up 
Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight 
He ain't fighting McDermit 
He ain't fightin? 
Nope 
Whattup? 
You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did? 
Told them he cut his eye, in sparring 

Verse Five: Ghostface Killah 

Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz 
Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it 
M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens 
Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's 
Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross 
All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off 
These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up 
The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor 
Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada 
Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the 
Monopoly king, Slavic poetry 
Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory 
Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers 
Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless 

Outro: RZA 

You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean? 
It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible) 
Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W 
You gonna get down with that W 
That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom 
YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe 
That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods 
YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God 
YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way 
We got the medicine for yo' sickness 
Out here, ya knowhatImean? 
I was telling Shorty like -- 
Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school 
Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD 
And you'll get all the education you need this year 
YouknowhatImean? 
(Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit) 
Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God 
Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God 
YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean? 
(Oh hell no, none of this shit) 
C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz 
(Niggaz can't even understand half this shit) 
Nah (man, no) 
I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G 
(Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word 
Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even 
comin out until Two Thousand 
YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet 
You hear, we gonna bring a comet 
(Check for that shit in the millenium) 
YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man 
(Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man 
Born Gods is here 
(Born God)

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