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-=Triumph=-

[Ol Dirty Bastard]

What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?

I'm the Osirus of this shit

Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfucker

It's like this ninety-seven

Aight my niggaz and my niggarettes

Let's do it like this

I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine

Let's take it back to seventy-nine



[Inspectah Deck]

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies

and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these

mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits

tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect you, through the future see millenium

Killa B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum

Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score take flight incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin live on your hottest block



[Method Man]

As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life, standin firm

on foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin pan, into the fire

Transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack

and +A Streetcar Named Desire+, who got my back?

In the line of fire holdin back, what?

My peoples if you with me where the fuck you at?

Niggaz is strapped, and they tryin to twist my beer cap

It's court adjourned, for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm, what the blood

clot, we smoke pot, and blow spots

You wanna think twice, I think not

The Iron Lung ain't got ta tell you where it's coming from

Guns of Navarone, tearing up your battle zone

Rip through your slums



[Cappadonna]

I twist darts from the heart, tried and true

Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks

Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin

Tell your story walkin

Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid

Run for your team, and your six camp rhyme groupies

So I can squeeze with the advantage, and get wasted

My deadly notes reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts and crafts

Paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion

catalogues for all y'all to all praise to the Gods



[Ol Dirty Bastard]

The saga continues

Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang



[U-God]

Olympic torch flaming, we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat

We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow

For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound

The fateful step make, the blood stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem

Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthetics

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music Sicily, rich California smell

An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin on ginseng

Righteous wax chaperone, rotating ring king



[RZA]

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C-Cypher-Punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushin in, not one nigga was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stamp gold like Fleer

Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular

My beats travel like a vortex, through your spine

to the top of your cerebrum cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle clog up your bloodstream

now terminal, like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines, on Novation

Getting drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin five-year probation



[GZA]

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous

Many of the victim family save they ashes

A million names on walls engraved in plaques

Those who went back, received penalties for the axe

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song



[Masta Killa]

The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds

and leaks sounds that's heard

ninety-three million miles away from came one

to represent the Nation, this is a gathering

of the masses that come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage

Light is provided through sparks of energy

from the mind that travels in rhyme form

Givin sight to the blind

The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum

Death only one can save self from

This relentless attack of the track spares none



[Ghostface Killah]

Yo! Yo! Yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back

Lampin like them gray and black Puma's on my man's rack

Codeine was forced in your drink

You had a Navy Green salamander fiend, bitches never heard you scream

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowin like Shalamar in eighty-one

Sound convincin, thousand dollar court by convention

Hands, like Sonny Liston, get fly permission 

Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

it's me, black nobled you Ali

Came in threes we like the Genovese, is that so? 

Caesar needs the greens, it's Earth

Ninety-three million miles from the first

Rough turbulence, the waveburst, split the megahertz



[Raekwon]

Aiyyo that's amazing, gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk

Connect thoughts to make my manchild walk

Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser

New York Yank' visor world tranquilizer

Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While, my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick

Tear down the beat God, then delegate the God to see God

The swift chancellor, flex, the white-gold tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the weed God, substantiala

Max mostly, undivided, then slide in, sickenin

Guaranteed, made em jump like Rod Strickland



-=Impossible=-



[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, robotic probes

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





-=Ghetto Boys=-



[Raekwon] Yo, you know what I mean? Chillin within

[Rakeem] Word up, niggaz is stupid

[Cappa] Look out for the cops man, look out for the cops

[Raekwon] Yo it was on last year Son

[Rakeem] Huh? Fuck them cops

[Ghost] Word

[Raekwon] Scrape them niggaz

[Raekwon] Niggaz want two hundred grand over the table

[Ghost] Like this 

[Raekwon] That shit looks pretty

[Rakeem] Yo

[Ghost] I don't know what the fuck made em in they own mind

[Raekwon] Pass the weed off man *inhale*

[Ghost] think they could come f, they could fuck wit this Dunn

[Rakeem] Yo G, the Mexican niggaz is definitely buggin the fuck

*cop's walkie talkie is heard*

[Raekwon] Mike's was crystal, erythang

[Rakeem] other Mexicans be all the fuck up on your shit nigga

*cop's walkie talkie still babbling*

[Method] Aiyyo you got a light?

[THE PIG] Excuse me can you put that out please?

[Method] Oh shit

[Raekwon] For what? For what?

[Method] Jiggy

[THE PIG] Could you please put that out?

[Raekwon] For what? I ain't puttin..

[THE PIG] Put the shit out now!

[Raekwon] I ain't puttin shit out!!

[THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!

*everything gets chaotic*

[THE PIG] UP AGAINST THE FUCKIN WALL!!!

[Rakeem] The fuckin bitch? Get that bitch!

[Raekwon] Slap fire out!

[THE PIG] Oh no no no no no no no

[Raekwon] Get your shit right

[THE PIG] Get what?

[Raekwon] We gonna swerve on these niggaz one time that's my word

*music fades in*

"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility"

[Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich

[Raekwon] Baggin, you know what time it is, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo



Verse One: Raekwon the Chef



Put them cracks down you just started slangin two months ago

Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let that bitch go

Why you standin there? Posin you like Donna Karan wear

Nigga save that, the same shit you had it last year

You be runnin with them outsiders

That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to dick riders

Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo

You think that shit gon live what he did -- what this nigga said

Remember when his mans got there, the whole shit was set up

Shut up, whole fam want the science and the letter

It got back to me some niggaz in Medina askin me

"You know some niggaz in the gold E-Class," splash to me

Yo that shit you had in Vegas

Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they seen the Ac, know this traitor

Hair sa-laundry and Shorty like Karan

Her fam major swing kingpins you won't dare front on

Octavia with all the ice on, yo

She own a carwash now, her little Keon doin triple life

Marry a Son who got baked, it coulda been

for a half a cake, play the shank, maybe bite her

Shit is fucked up when they got us yo

She fainted at her baby wake now watch the breakdown

"..face responsiblity"

She fainted at her baby wake now yo watch the breakdown



"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto street"



Verse Two: CappaDonna



Yo all of y'all niggaz got the whole story wrong

Talk what you talk but twist the real song

When it comes down to this, not a licensed driver

Show y'all niggaz whose style is more liver

This is not a act this is more actual fact

Nuttin but experience placed upon track

with the true sound, not lyin out the crown

When we not workin we hardly be around

Yeah see the light, right now we could fight

You not a real brother you just a fake type

that get on the mic then, throw your cliche

Half the East coast soundin just like Rae

If you a Gambino, give credit to the flow

If you not a part of this kid act like you know

Fuck the studio, Cappachino the great

Fly cherry head niggaz like planes out of state

I ain't friends with you, only my CD hit you

If you want some then stop frontin is the issue

It's my turn, live niggaz could pass

Two-face-ted rappers push they shit last

Straight off the edge, into the rubbish

Peep my new style fuck Cristal and Moet

I drink Evian water while my thoughts get published



"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"



"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets

 What you gonna do when you grow up..."



"What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"



"Little ghetto boy, playin in the ghetto streets

 What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility?"



*35 seconds of instrumental pass until the martial arts samples*



 One is invulnerable, in fact

 it involves strenuous breath control

 Out of all techniques, it's the most difficult

 The human body has a hundred and eight pressure points

 Thirty-six of these can be fatal

 The remainder, paralyzing



-=Deadly Melody=-



[Masta Killa]

As we return, to the 36 Chambers

The RZA, the GZA

The Ol Dirty BZA

U-God, Chef, the Ghostface Killah

And Meth, Rebel I soldier for the foreclosure

Don't forget about the Masta, yo



Motherfuckers halt, when my Colt, start stompin

Thunder, strikes your land with a jolt

Your stamina level is low, like currents from

the volts of relentless punishment that multiplies

At a speed that the naked eye can't die-tect

the infantry, peep the weapon-try as I bomb atomically

Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded

by this total square mileage of violence that I brung

I've not yet begun to stung

It's the ethics, the rigorous training methods

of the Abbott, incite overseas to opposition

Penetrates then infiltrates

Breakin down your resistance

Leavin competition defenseless, Masta

Hip-hop antagonizer, dumb deaf and blind civilizer

with the silencer



[U-God]

Psssh, yo

Pile-driver Tut boulder face blow Hulk

Anger rap book causin chess blade smoke

Minds the trunk, punk, elephant gun poke

Jaw-breaker humanoid vice-grip, choke

Face the inferno, maestro, pull it

Pipe hard slang, bite the golden bullet

Never, sold my soul Golden Arm cold stinger

See me on the streets address me stone bringer

Ease away, freeze back, feedback, play out in

sweet action packed rap

Bite it, stomp on a beat

Posess hollow head battle teeth Tony Atlas

Wu status, now, wisdom to the masses



[RZA]

Cock back my tongue like a hammer, my head is like

a nickel-plated bammer, spit forty-five caliber grammar

At the speed of wind makes you bleed within

Crack your skull, without penetratin your skin

Reign of champ official, Wu scamp with black pistols

Spent the weekend programmin fat tracks at Camp Cristal



[Method]

Home on the range, rebel with a pen

writin critically acclaimed scriptures that do you in

Mista, Meth, Hot Nickels

Say my shit holding my Sex Pistol, deal me in



[RZA]

The bewilderin killa bee quickly sting ya

I ain't gotta lift one fuckin finga

Make sure the God I-reef turns on the ringer, we duckin the subpeona

Fatal Flying Guillotine machine from Medina



[MK] Check the 150 millimeter

 heater as it blows holes through your fuckin speaker

[U-God] Makin you weaker creepin inches centimeters

[GZA] Fifty caliber street sweeper

 Shots from Shaolin that go to Masapeaqua



[Method] 

Things'll never be the same, after this one

Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one

Recognize the Gods came, for one accord

For one mind and one cause, that's the shit Son

Play them crows out position

You might hear me but you don't listen

Competition come and get some on

Red marker still bleedin, through the paper

of his sick premeditated, murder caper



[Street Life]

I walk with the Shaolin strut, burn a dutch

Watch Street eat em up, cold crush, bumrush

Spot rusher get touched backed up handcuffed

Y'all niggaz can't FUCK with us



[Ghostface]

Pass me the black velvet embassy suite killin me

Spell it Maxi Priest caught me in the days up on Delancy Street

Stand solar, deadly vengeance with a crowbar

It's like the dreads worshipin Jah, so ha-lo-ha

Pineapple crushed 850 swerve it with a rush

Plush the Canola Range spittin off the roof, holdin my change

Yo it's ragtime, universal 12 Monkey mind

It's like, stalkin through your airport *BZZZZZZT* with a chunky nine



[Street Life]

The undervolt Staten New York

Blood sport gun talk holdin fort back, take em to court (Method: One time)

It's the burner Shaolin bound facedown you gets murdered

Roadblock shell shocked, stretched on a back block

Yo it's warfare when you ring here, slugs fly through midair

Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest

Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest

Subway, wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays

Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced

by the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape

These crime situations, I stay in man formation

And shot echoes through the ghetto locations y'all remain

P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo

Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro

I be the great all pro, hangin MC's by they logos

My street journal reacts and blaze like an inferno



-=The City=-



[unknown conversation which carries over from the last track]

That's black?

 Whattup God?

Aiyyo Shorty got beef with that nigga? Word?

*blam, blam blam* Oh shit!!! Yo!

 Hold the fuck up



Aiyyo yo, eight niggaz down (just enough)

Fuckin around with my sound (ci-ty)

Yo, bring backup (ci-ty)

Fuckin with me, and mine

Murderous



[Inspectah Deck]

Check it, yo

The world is shifty, we livin just enough for the city

The rough witty killa bee sting just like the jiggy

My Family Stone, foes attempt to gradually clone

Label them my anus and the casualty's home

It glows coffin, Wu stormin like the light brigade

ride the wave like Frankie Avalon

As I decipher AIDS crime pays

The law's long arm be tryin to strongarm, walkin timebombs

before I bomb firearm

The chalm smoker, I hit the dread with a poster

He toke with his own love and expose the black toaster

Composer was shook

I took your bad looks for joke get your back broke

Deep throat this murder I wrote

The antidote be seekin like a buried treasure

By every measure lethally inject your whole sector

Wanted dead or alive

Rebel I escapes across the desert sand

leavin no footprints to trace

Keep a war face, in your place

Conceal the baby knives on the North breaks

I still shine in shady times



Yeah, yo

We livin just enough (livin just enough)

Just enough (in the ci-ty)

Just enough, for the ci-ty



Yo, in the jungle

I make moves like Iron Monkey

Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me

We stay hungry, for money drugs and guns

Ones who fake get caught in the crossfire for crumbs

Know the science be my Goddess

The facts tell gats sell like sex and violence

And break the project silence, a vision

This is way beyond four corners, escape this mental prison

Before we're all goners, now embrace the world

for the world war is ocean bomber

Visionary soldier comma

My code of honor, mind still start from the drama

Trauma sent the victim, witness them run, scream in horror

Military chopper come gun down the slum

The outcome do or die Son it's bound to come

Mentally aware I see truth within the square

The future's here catch me on computer software

Warfare's inevitable, Rebel I hold several government official

It's a thirty-eight special, that steps through

Like Nat Turner create a spectacle

I may die in the scuffle but I'm takin forty devils



We livin just enough

Just enough

Just enough

For the ci-ty



Killa beez, sting McEEEZ, yeah, Wu



-=The Projects=-



[Raekwon chattin with Shy]

Peace God 

 Peace to the Gods

How you God?

 Studyin one-twenty right now

Mmmm

 Call me back at the God Hour



[Raekwon the Chef]

The Fuck? 

It's just the new way of thinkin

Light up the broccoli kid

Throw the relish in my back pocket

Keep your eyes open

Push your seat back, just flow...

That's how we doin it



Bound by honest sword take over the set; rap from here to Que-bec

Throw up the tech, crash your intellect select a vet

Swimsuit mammal handle, yo every fly vandal go to project

Slam you like Hamill's wife 'fore the scandal

Wally sandal just a sample, my niggaz fertilize thoughts

Yo mad support drink a quart then bamboo

When nasty can blew, my pen sterile won't perform if I'm not lampable

Askin my man'll get you slapped down; play the anthem

Lit it who wit it champagne get it, that's the ticket

Solid nines soundin like crickets snatchin worker shipment

Pull the air, long dick it, we talk right before we left lifted

Just like a long sleeve, guess who rip it?



[God] Projects

[Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target

[God] Projects

[Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's

[God] Projects

[Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin

[God] New York projects

[Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin



[Method Man]

Sign of the times, conspiracy to overthrow the mind

Behind every fortune there's a crime

This technique is tech-9

Blast at any Close Encounter of the Third Kind

This be the evil that man do, we dismantle, any adversary

Them niggaz all thumbs and can't handle, my flurry

Hear me, you jam all you want to scare me

Don't even kid me, shit in my coke aimin at cha kidney 

Pressure, Red Hot like Chili Pepper

Black 'n Decker, hardware avoid the leper 

Five o'clock shadowboxer, hold down the sector 

Bet ya bottom dollar lecture, be hard to swallow 

Double oh-seven mark

The secret agent that Max/well and Get Smart, through entertainment

Welcome to The Killin Fields, with Johnny Dangerous 

Headbanger boogie niggaz goin thru changes



[God] Projects

[Rae] My niggaz survive, just like a movin target

[God] Projects

[Rae] Where niggaz live and some sell garbage that's

[God] Projects

[Rae] Try to escape the flyin shells dodgin

[God] Projects

[Rae] I'm livin large yo, stop miragin



[Ghostface Killah]

Suck my dick it's the kid with the fat knob

I bust all into ya face, plus it come in globs

Quick get on your knees, with yo' sweet pussy let it breathe

Two fingers is all in your hole, think I can fit three

Your pink lips, spread it in shit, let me throw my dick in

Grab my shit and place it gently, on your clit

Ping-pong pussy, wide world of wombs titty saggin

Stomach on some scriveled up prune shit

Too much air in your pussy you screamin that it's

TALKIN TO YOU DADDY, fart's breathin out your lips splashin my dick badly

Use vinegar, to try to tighten up your ginger

All-mighty dick, ran in with a cape, some call him engine

Lightning rod bob, black candy cane attatched to God

Thick, like a great adventure cigar, in your garage

Pregnant pussy have you fall out, like Remi on the house

Watch the teeth for slobbin my shit

You bit it on the couch, dry pussy leave the friction burns

Plus beef I hone, the condom broke

Bitch you got AIDS I'm shakin in my bones



-=Bells of War=-



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)



-=The MGM=-



[both] Yo, up in the M.G.M. coked up

[Ghost] Sike! Six niggaz walked in flashing they gems peace

[Rae] Aight! One dark skinned nigga fifty-six inch rope

 wrapped around twice

[Ghost] Smash the Gilligan boat with ice

[Rae] They threw sign language

[Ghost] Ordered hot coffee

[both] wit a danish

[Ghost] Relax -- whispered, "They rap entertainers"

[Rae] Had Lizzy on, two Japanese birds with furs look good kid

[Ghost] Laid back handlin hors d'ourves

[Rae] It's like round three

[Ghost] We too black for BET

 You memorize the 1 to 40

[Rae] I'm at the 19th degree

 If a civilized person doesn't perform, his duty

 What shall be done?

[Ghost] Pardon me God, that nigga gotta gun

 Bulgin out his sweatpants, check out his stance

 See the side of his grill?

[Rae] Look like my cousin Lance

 Left hand rock a Guess watch

[Ghost] Yo I think I did his Clarks he wore the crush bone leather

 with the strings dark

[Rae] Now I remember

[Ghost] He from Bear Mountain

 He and Mitch Greene shot the fair one

[Rae] Near the water fountain

[Ghost] Seventh round, Chavez bleedin from his right ear

 Yo keep ya eye on that same nigga from right here

[Rae] Popcorn spilling all on Liz Claiborne

 Ghost had the fly Gucci mocks wit no socks on

 Seen Deion Sanders in the back with the fat fur on

[Ghost] Workin dem hoes with the fly Wu shirts on

 Mixed drink session Dunn

[Rae] Pour me some more

[Ghost] Chef leathered down blinking at Chante Moore

[Rae] Tenth round Chavez tearin em down

[Ghost] Sweet Pea get ya shit off

[Rae] It's like blacks against the Germans

[Ghost] Gettin hit off

[Rae] Smooth and them walked in

[Ghost] Brownsville representin

[Rae] They sent a bottle over, autograph blessin

[Ghost] Chef pull out the doodle twist the dank pink noodles

[Rae] Yo I'm bout to roll one

[Ghost] Matter fact twist two of those

[Rae] Yo they wound up stoppin the fight

 Steels took a point away from Chavez

[Ghost] Rematch scheduled on October Ninth

 Rematch scheduled on October Ninth