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Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like some Attica felons
Use a firearm good
Bloods go for heart swelling
Insert the spasm
Yes the dirty herb has him
Thoroughbred thugs insert the phantasm
Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures
When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance
Words seem to zing on down to Beijing
When we touch down you crown renowned kings
There's no honor amongst thieves
Street pharmaceutical
Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men
But not these
We profound hardcore sound
To MC's thumbs down, prepare
Killa bees it be warfare, this the year
Niggas gotta take you off of here
Hold the square
If we go there we go gritty
And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor
My razor sharp darts be like cold stares
The smell of fear makes my nostrils flair
Truth or dare
Ask yourself can you compare
To these niggas in the hood, Johnny B. Goode
Or he be gone yeah
The struggle goes on, you've been warned
PLO from here to Lebanon
How many bombs must we drop in the Ninety-Now
Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news from Meth-Tical
You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding
Ayo kid you gots to be kidding
Allah said it's written
You gots to be kidding yo
It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence
You dense
I get locked the fuck up
Released on my own recognizance
Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds
Wu-Tang hovers one thousand notches above MC level
Yo, I stay high as like treble
Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals
Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions
Wack MC's only lasted one season
The morale was low at the corral
Adjective pronouns had no style
Your weak proposal
Aim the official, initial is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
All that other bullshit ain't permissable
Annual increase of the Wu-Tang manual
Handles to keep this hip-hop shit tangible
Illegible, every egg ain't edible
My tracks remain Unforgettable
Like Ol' Nat Cole
Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier
Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper
Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia
And free the Black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang
The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall
Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nothing
We came to punish the glutton with a substance
That can't be contained, Wu-Tang
Motherfuckers
We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club
Y'all all in the back
Scared to speak the speak cause you scared
Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is
All you been seeing is upsets in the boxing shit, right
It's like come on man
This nigga fucked up motherfucking Whitaker
Dang, he caught Whitaker
He caught Whitaker a long time ago
Mike got touched
Then Mike got touched by Holyfield
Hey Mike's, Mike's gonna forfeit this fight
He ain't fighting McDermit
He ain't fighting
Nope
What up
You talking bout he, what he, what he, what he did
Told them he cut his eye, in sparring
Stella D'oro wrap breadsticks
David Berkowitz
Einstein birthed a hit, now nurture it
M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens
Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
Fix your sawed off
Wu-Tang tore me off the cross
All you saw was white meat
Skin hanging off
These is words from the Arch Bishop
Some call it six up
The Betty Crocker, Marvel cake stakes admissor
Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
Slam dance, tarantula style, you'se a fan of the
Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
Carnegie Hall's off the hook
Let's push through the armory
Mack truck hitting soloist, Soul Controllers
Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless
You know cause Wu-Tang is invincible, you know what I mean
It's Wu-Tang Forever God
We gonna get down with that W
You gonna get down with that W
That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom
That's the Wisdom of the Universe
That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation of the Gods
You know what I'm sayin'
We breaking egg through these days God
You know what I'm sayin'
We got the fucking way
We got the medicine for your sickness
Out here, ya know what I mean
I was telling Shorty like
Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school
Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD
And you'll get all the education you need this year
You know what I mean
Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit
Word man it's Wu-Tang Forever God
Niggas can't fuck with these lyrics God
You know what I'm sayin'
Nah mean
Oh hell no, none of this shit
Come on man beats, lyrics man, y'all niggas
Niggas can't even understand half this shit
I think niggas ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
(Wax niggas ass for free or fee) Word
Yo, you know what
The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000
You know what I mean
That's just gonna come back with a comet
You hear, we gonna bring a comet
Check for that shit in the millennium
You know what I mean? So, yo, y'all niggas man
Be the resurrection
The Gods is here man
Born Gods is here