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We are the G,
And we to rock, the spot
Ironman Starks
They be the MC's, in the world today
Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down beers
Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer

Say peace to cats who rock knowledge
Knowledgists, astrologists
Light up the mic God, this
Fly joints carried your points
Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack over the
tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my splash many lives
Rapel on fakes reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last career
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
Break an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the shit we doing, fuck your union
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the style
On the alley tried to God for the new vials
that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it black
The flex white cats like Windex
finger be sore, busting 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 and now Jerusalem
Abusing em, rocking his jewels like we 'em
Low pro star, seven thick waves Polar
with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

All these MC's start
That Ghost got that shit, that'll 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 like taps
Red and white Wally's match, bend my baseball hat
Doing forever shit, pissing out the window on turnpikes
niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes
Voice be metal like Von Harper bubble
sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen
Slaying all these earthlings and fake
In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling
chemical cream, we burn kerosene
The of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment with explosive
I slap box with Jesus, shots at Joseph
Zooming binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex, sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel
identity hidden inside secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry
The track hit the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostling these while Little J be deli-ing
Sip Moss out of Widelians

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

Give me the the thou, small bills
My gold plate, my slang
My Benz spills, what up
one Dunn
Killer bee stung, who back home Son
My technique of camp won, third platoon soon
bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big style, beware goons
Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy
Let the Gods build, up the grill
Check out the mad
Top secret technique, too for you to peep it
And keep it, jiggy style of rap and knuckle slang
Sweep it out of order tape can't record my slaughter
Spoil the Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill sound is still hot
Get yourself

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