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(Where your at kid)

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

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

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

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

More than times one, snatch up, my styles get done
I hold a title, enhanced how my belt was won, it
majestic, broke mics are left infected
Germs start to spread through your crew, drew like an
You for it, shot up the jams like syringes
My alone blows doors straight off the hinges
Avenger, I appear 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 nice and he swords
And his name, black the nerve like migraines
With more than beggars on trains, livid sharp pains
Poisonous Rebel like Deck, you can't destroy
You get ambushed, skate, try to this
Side effects of, hot raps and hot
A duffle bag full of son, dipped in black
My culture, slides and like a vulture
Ghostface and Madison is on your poster

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

Be on the lookout for mass murderous suspect
That throws more body bags than in projects
And as far as the coroners
The shows, it was a Shaolin blow
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 through your transmit
MC's to the will as I kill your
Juvenile freestyle, the mentail
Devils worship this an icon
They're huggin mics with the of a python

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

You of the rasp before but kept waiting
For the sun of song, I keep dancehalls
Beats never worthy of my cause, I prolong, extravaganza, time sits
No propaganda, be of the skill
As I bring forth the music, make to your eardrum
to rap niggaz, beware of the fearsome
Lebanon Don, X beat threat
CD massacre, to casette
I the shop up, you ain't seen nothin' yet
One man ran, tryin to get away it
Put your on, watch me I'm comin'
Into your chamber like enter dreams
Discombumberate your and your scheme
Four course applause, like a dat to dat
stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on the map

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

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

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

'Cuz you in the knees like SWV
Tryin' to get a like Wu Killa Bee
Kid change your habit, you I'm friends with the Abbot
Me and RZA ridin name 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'