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

Say peace to who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, astrologists
up the mic God, knowledge this
Fly that carried your points
Corolla Motorola
Play it God, he over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash 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 flyest estate, relate take a
Break down an and then wait drop it like Drake
they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the same shit we doing, your 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, sell a grenade a day, it black
The Mac-10 flex white like Windex
Index be sore, busting these fly scripts
The kid count 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 we using 'em
Low pro star, seven thick waves Polar
Roll the older God, build with 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 shields are weak, you better step behind us

raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
Red and white that match, bend my baseball hat
Doing forever shit, like pissing out the window on
Robbin niggas for leathers, high on dirt bikes
Voice be like Von Harper radio bubble
Murder sleep away camp, the fly champ
The arsonist, who burn his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake
In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, strings
Body cream, we burn kerosene
The of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with sixes in
Kiss the pyramid experiment high explosive
I box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
Zooming binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm alloy
True identity hidden secret tabloids
oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt
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 here to bring, you finest
But if your shields are weak, you step behind us

me the the fifty thou, small bills
My gold plate, my kills
My Benz spills, up Lils
Murder one
Killer bee stung, guess who home Son
My technique of camp won, third platoon soon
bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The big dick style, beware goons
Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat wombs
Let the build, pull 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 slang
it out of order tape recorder 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 clash is hot
Get yourself

All MC's start realizing
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 step us