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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 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 cats who rock knowledge
Knowledgists, street
Light up the mic God, knowledge
Fly joints that your points
Corolla holder
Play it God, he pack the shoulder
tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise many lives
on fakes 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, like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, take a break
Break an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
Thugs be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doing the same shit we doing, your union
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the 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 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, busting fly scripts
The Wally kid count grands with our plans
with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusing em, his jewels like we using 'em
Low pro star, seven thick waves rock
with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

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

Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown taps
Red and white that match, bend my baseball hat
forever shit, like pissing out the window on turnpikes
Robbin niggas for leathers, high swiping on dirt
Voice be metal like Von radio bubble
sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
The arsonist, who burn with his pen
all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Philippines, pick beans, bubbling strings
chemical cream, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions three sixes in
Kiss the pyramid with high explosive
I slap box Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is
I'm Iron Man no cheap metal I'm steel alloy
True hidden inside secret tabloids
Breathe both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostling these cats while Little J be
Sip Irish out of Widelians

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

Give me the the thou, small bills
My gold plate, my kills
My spills, what up Lils
Murder one
Killer bee stung, guess who home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon
bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
The mad-hatter big dick style, beware
balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
Let the Gods build, pull up the
out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too hard for you to it
And keep it, jiggy of rap and watching knuckle slang
Sweep it out of order tape recorder record my slaughter
the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill sound is still hot
Get yourself

All these MC's realizing
Ghost got that 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