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

Say peace to cats who rock knowledge
Knowledgists, street
Light up the mic God, knowledge
Fly joints carried your points
Corolla Motorola
Play it God, he pack the shoulder
Chrome tanks, like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise many lives
on fakes like reflectors
He had in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, take a break
Break down an eighth and wait drop it like Drake
they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the same shit we doing, fuck your
It's the same style, RZA trainable, the turn style
On the alley to challenge God for the new vials
that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays
The Mac-10 flex cats like Windex
finger be sore, busting these fly scripts
The Wally kid count grands with our plans
Laying with my bitches and my in Lex Lands
We losing em, jet to the and now Jerusalem
Abusing em, his jewels like we using 'em
Low pro star, seven waves rock Polar
Roll with the older God, build the Son and the Star

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

raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
Red and white Wally's that match, bend my hat
Doing forever shit, like pissing out the on turnpikes
Robbin for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes
Voice be metal like Von Harper radio
Murder away camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who with his pen regardless
all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, herbal beans, bubbling strings
Body chemical cream, we kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked Nixon
Long-heads with three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with explosive
I box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm alloy
identity hidden inside secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt
Yo jostling these cats while Little J be
Sip Moss out of Widelians

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 step us

Give me the the fifty thou, small
My plate, my slang kills
My spills, what up Lils
Murder one
Killer bee stung, guess who home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, wardrobe
The big dick style, beware goons
Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy
Let the Gods build, up the grill
Check out the mad
Top technique, too hard for you to peep it
And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle
Sweep it out of tape recorder can't record my slaughter
the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill clash is still hot
Get yourself

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