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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 your
you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees

Say peace to cats who mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street
up the mic God, knowledge this
Fly that carried your points
Corolla holder
it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash lives
Rapel on like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate a limo
And jet to the estate, relate take a break
Break down an eighth and then drop it like Drake
Thugs they be and screwing, we canoeing
Claim doing the same 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 cats Windex
finger be sore, busting these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands our plans
Laying with my and my mans in Lex Lands
We losing em, jet to the stash and now
Abusing em, rocking his like we using 'em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock
Roll the older God, build with 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 Shaolin's
But if shields are weak, you better step behind us

raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
Red and white Wally's match, bend my baseball hat
Doing forever shit, like out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt
Voice be metal like Von radio bubble
Murder sleep away camp, the fly champ
The arsonist, who burn his pen regardless
Slaying all these and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubbling
Body chemical cream, we kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with three in
the pyramid experiment with high explosive
I slap box with Jesus, lick shots at
Zooming 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 Irish Moss out of

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

Give me the the fifty thou, small
My plate, my slang kills
My Benz spills, what up
Murder one
Killer bee stung, guess who back Son
My technique of slang won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, wardrobe
The big dick style, beware goons
balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the build, pull 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 good to be
High top notch, rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is hot
Get shot

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