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(Where sparkle at kid)

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

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

And split the bone, wig blown off the
By the alledged, full-fledged, sledge RZA
One of my feroc hand held trigga cuts
Acapella shell paralyzed when you get touched
And critical, mic cords, hangin' umbilical
Cords, dope swords, five general
Raw be the rap style sore throat
Through the fully operational, held tote

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck up anatomy, steadily, calm and deadly
Spatter-head lyrics I lick through your
MC's to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, the mentail
Devils this like an icon
They're huggin with the grips of a python

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

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

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

Put all the other back on the shelf
And smoke a blunt, and dial

And you can dick hip-hop affection
I damage any MC who step in my
I'm Staten best son fuck what you heard
Niggaz still that shit 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 is so deep
like pussy, my low cut stay bushy
a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Cut you like a blunt and your design
I you want to diss me, but I can read your mind

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