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We are the G,
And we came to rock, the
Like Starks
They be the MC's, in the world today
Cappa Raekwon and the
So listen to them clear, and put the box right your ear
Light your blunts and down your
Cause you never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees

Say to cats who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street
Light up the mic God, this
Fly joints that your points
Corolla holder
it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the
Front on my guys, my splash many lives
on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack
We can can him, manhandle him, if you
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, like a limo
And jet to the estate, relate take a break
down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
Thugs they be and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they the same shit we doing, fuck your union
It's the style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style
On the alley tried to God for the new vials
Especially that, bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it black
The flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, these fly scripts
The Wally kid crazily grands with our plans
Laying with my bitches and my in Lex Lands
We losing em, jet to the stash and now
Abusing em, rocking his jewels like we 'em
Low pro star, thick waves rock Polar
Roll the older God, build with the Son and the Star

All these MC's realizing
Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's
But if your shields are weak, you better behind us

Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like
Red and white that match, bend my baseball hat
Doing forever shit, like out the window on turnpikes
niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes
Voice be metal like Von radio bubble
Murder sleep away camp, the fly champ
The arsonist, who with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake
In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling
Body chemical cream, we burn
The conviction of my tape is rape, like Nixon
Long-heads with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment high explosive
I slap box Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
Zooming like binoculars, the rap
Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef is spotless
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash I'm steel alloy
True identity hidden secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen both of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit like the bangers, in hundred boxes
Yo jostling these cats while Little J be
Sip Irish Moss out of

All these MC's realizing
That Ghost got that shit, keep you vibing
The Wu is to bring, you Shaolin's finest
But if shields are weak, you better step behind us

Give me the the thou, small bills
My gold plate, my kills
My spills, what up Lils
one Dunn
Killer bee stung, who back home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon
bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big style, beware goons
balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, pull up the
out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too hard for you to it
And keep it, jiggy of rap and watching knuckle slang
Sweep it out of order tape recorder record my slaughter
Spoil the rotten Don is too to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is
Ninety-six, my ill clash is still hot
Get shot

All MC's start realizing
Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is to bring, you Shaolin's finest
But if shields are weak, you better step behind us