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(Where your at kid)

Yes, the shit is raw, at your door
to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes, the hour's four, I told you
Prepare for mic
(And plus the war)

This you digest through the RZA console
Ask why I slam, pole
Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte
Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit
It blows extreme, mean be the theme
team, America's CREAM team, redeemed
Vidal Sassoon, chrome hear the moans of Al Capone
Gun POW to the

And split the bone, wig blown off the
By the alledged, full-fledged, RZA edge
One dose of my hand held trigga cuts
Acapella spittin' shell paralyzed you get touched
And critical, mic cords, hangin' like
Cords, swords, five star general
Raw be the quote rap style sore
Through the fully operational, hand tote

Yes, the is raw, comin' at your door
You start to out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more

than thousand times one, snatch up, my styles get done
I a title, enhanced how my belt was won, check it
Slick majestic, broke mics are left
Germs start to spread through your crew, like an epic
You asked for it, up the jams like syringes
My technique alone blows straight off the hinges
Masked Avenger, I to blow your ear like wind
With a freestyle, sharper than the spear
So sit back and let the explore

me, the kid's nice and he holds swords
And his name, attack's the nerve like migraines
With more games than beggars on trains, livid sharp
Poisonous Rebel Deck, you can't destroy this
You get ambushed, skate, try to this
effects of, hot raps and hot tracks
A duffle bag full of guns son, in black
My culture, slides and attacks a vulture
Ghostface and Madison is on your poster

Yes, the shit is raw, comin' at your
You start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for
Yes, the four, I told you before
Prepare for mic
(And plus the war)

Be on the lookout for this mass murderous
That throws more body than apartments in projects
And as far as the know
The autopsy shows, it was a Shaolin
Put on by my brought to the academy
Of the Wu and how to

Fuck up anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through transmit
submit to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, the mentail
Devils worship this like an
huggin mics with the grips of a python

Yes, the shit is raw, at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for

You heard of the before but kept waiting
For the sun of song, I dancehalls strong
Beats never of my cause, I prolong, extravaganza, time sits still
No propaganda, be wary of the
As I bring forth the music, make love to eardrum
to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, Malcolm X threat
CD massacre, murder to
I blow the shop up, you ain't nothin' yet
One man ran, tryin to get from it
Put your bifocal on, me I'm comin'
Into chamber like Freddy enter dreams
Discombumberate your technique and your
Four course applause, like a dat to dat
You're stuck on stupid like I'm on the map

Nowhere to go next show bro
Entertainin' motherfuckers stop O
In battlin', you don't want me to start
All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep
Bitch, you ain't got on the rich
other day my whole dress code switch
So just in you want to clock me like Sherry
All y'all crab ain't got to worry
Can't get a nigga like Don dime a
Even if I'm smoked out I be scoped out
I'm too ill, I represent Hill
See my face on the dollar bill
Cash it in, and get ten back
The fat LP with on the wax
Pass it in your think, put up to twelve

Put all the LP's back on the shelf
And a blunt, and dial 9-1-7

And you can long hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my
I'm Staten Island's best son fuck you heard
Niggaz still talkin that is absurd
My is U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. got blown out the car
And ran over, by the Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
Like a porcupine, I backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and your design
I you want to diss me, but I can read your mind

you weak in the knees like SWV
Tryin' to get a title like Wu Bee
Kid change your habit, you know I'm friends with the
Me and RZA ridin printed in the tablet
Under vets, we our debts for mad years
Hibernate the sound, and now we out beers
And power, born physically power speakin'
The truth in the song be the teachin'