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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 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 cats who mack knowledge
Knowledgists, astrologists
Light up the mic God, knowledge
Fly joints that carried your
Motorola holder
Play it God, he pack the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my splash many lives
Rapel on fakes like
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack
We can can him, him, if you wanna
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a
Break down an eighth and then drop it like Drake
Thugs be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the same shit we doing, your union
It's the style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style
On the tried to challenge God for the new vials
that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it black
The Mac-10 flex white cats Windex
Index finger be sore, busting these fly
The Wally kid count crazily grands our plans
Laying with my bitches and my mans in Lex
We losing em, jet to the stash and now
Abusing em, rocking his jewels like we 'em
Low pro star, seven thick rock Polar
Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the

All these start realizing
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

Mercury raps is then God just shown like taps
Red and white Wally's that match, bend my hat
Doing shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes
niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt bikes
Voice be metal Von Harper radio bubble
Murder away camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn his pen regardless
all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, herbal beans, bubbling strings
Body chemical cream, we burn
The of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads with three sixes in
Kiss the experiment with high explosive
I slap box with Jesus, shots at Joseph
like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is
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 cats Little J be deli-ing
Sip Irish Moss out of

All these MC's start
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 behind us

Give me the the fifty thou, bills
My gold plate, my kills
My Benz spills, what up
one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who back Son
My of slang camp won, third platoon soon
bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware
Smuggle balloons, of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, pull up the
Check out the mad
Top secret technique, too for you to peep it
And keep it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle
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 is still hot
Get shot

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 shields are weak, you better step behind us