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We are the G,
And we to rock, the spot
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 your beers
Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer

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

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

Mercury is roughed then God just shown like taps
Red and white Wally's that match, bend my hat
forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping on bikes
Voice be like Von Harper radio bubble
Murder away camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen
Slaying all these earthlings and foreigners
In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling
Body cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, like Nixon
inscriptions with three sixes in
Kiss the experiment with high explosive
I slap box with Jesus, lick at Joseph
Zooming binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex, sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
I'm Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy
True identity 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 J be deli-ing
Sip Moss out of Widelians

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

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

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