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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 right your ear
Light your and down your beers
Cause you never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees

Say peace to who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street
Light up the mic God, knowledge
Fly joints that carried points
Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash lives
Rapel on fakes 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, skate like a
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it Drake
Thugs they be and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the shit we doing, fuck your union
the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style
On the alley to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it black
The Mac-10 flex white like Windex
finger be sore, busting these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily with our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex
We losing em, jet to the and now Jerusalem
em, rocking his jewels like we using 'em
Low pro star, seven thick waves Polar
Roll with the older God, build the Son and the Star

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

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

All these start realizing
That Ghost got that shit, that'll 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 plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, what up
one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who home Son
My technique of slang camp won, platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably
The big dick style, beware goons
Smuggle balloons, of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, up the grill
Check out the mad
Top secret technique, too hard for you to it
And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching slang
Sweep it out of order recorder can't record my slaughter
Spoil the rotten Don is too to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is hot
Get shot

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