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We are the G,
And we to rock, the spot
Like Starks
They be the illest MC's, in the today
Cappa and the R-Z-A
So listen to them clear, and put the box near your ear
Light your and down your beers
Cause you could never with Wu-Tang Killer Bees

Say peace to cats who rock knowledge
Knowledgists, astrologists
Light up the mic God, this
Fly that carried your points
Corolla Motorola
Play it God, he pack the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player 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 career
We can can him, him, if you wanna
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate a limo
And jet to the estate, relate take a break
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, fuck union
the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turn style
On the alley tried to challenge God for the new
Especially that, bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it black
The Mac-10 white cats like Windex
Index 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 with the God, build with the Son and the Star

All these MC's realizing
That Ghost got 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

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

All these MC's start
That 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

Give me the the thou, small bills
My plate, my slang kills
My spills, what up Lils
Murder one
bee stung, guess who back home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably
The big dick style, beware goons
Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat wombs
Let the build, pull up the grill
out the mad skills
Top technique, too hard for you to peep it
And it, jiggy style of rap and watching knuckle slang
Sweep it out of tape recorder can't record my slaughter
Spoil the rotten Don is too to be forgotten
top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
Ninety-six, my ill clash is still hot
Get yourself

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