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We are the G,
And we came to rock, the
Like Starks
be the illest MC's, in the world today
Cappa Raekwon and the
So to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down beers
Cause you could fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Bees

Say peace to cats who rock knowledge
Knowledgists, street
Light up the mic God, this
Fly joints carried your points
Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack the shoulder
tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my splash many lives
Rapel on like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack
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 drop it like Drake
Thugs be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the same we doing, fuck your union
It's the style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style
On the alley to challenge God for the new vials
that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays
The Mac-10 flex cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, busting fly scripts
The Wally kid crazily grands with our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex
We losing em, jet to the and now Jerusalem
Abusing em, rocking his jewels we using 'em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock
Roll with the God, build with the Son and the Star

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 step behind us

Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown taps
Red and white Wally's match, bend my baseball hat
Doing forever shit, like pissing out the on turnpikes
niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes
Voice be metal 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 herbal beans, bubbling
chemical cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with sixes in
Kiss the experiment with high explosive
I slap box with Jesus, lick at Joseph
Zooming like binoculars, the rap
Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
I'm Iron Man no cheap metal I'm steel alloy
True identity hidden secret tabloids
Breathe oxygen sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo these cats while Little J be deli-ing
Sip Moss out of Widelians

All these MC's start
Ghost 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

me the the fifty thou, small bills
My gold plate, my kills
My spills, what up Lils
one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who home Son
My technique of camp won, third platoon soon
bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, 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
it out of order tape 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 clash is still hot
Get yourself

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