Yeah, yo
   Give me the cue
   Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function
   The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed
   Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas
   Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling
   Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them
   Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm
   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 Bejing
   When we touch down you crown renowned kings
  
   Verse two: Method Man
  
   There's no honor amongst theives, 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
   Niggaz 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 stairs
   The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare
   Ask yourself can you compare
   to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode
   or he be gone, yeah
   The struggle goes on, you've been warned
   P.L.O. 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
  
   Verse Three: RZA
  
   You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding
   Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting
   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 harvest 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 for better regions
   Wack MC's only lasted one season
   The morale was low at the corral
   Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our
   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 a keyboard is true hip hop set 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
  
   Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon
  
   The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall
   Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin
   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
  
   [Raekwon conversating with some people]
   All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right
   It's like come on man
   This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker
   Dang, he caught Whittaker
   Mmmmhmmm
   He caught Whittaker a long time ago
   Mike got touched
   Then Mike got touched by Holyfield
   Holyfield
   Yeah, word up
   Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight
   He ain't fighting McDermit
   He ain't fightin?
   Nope
   Whattup?
   You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did?
   Told them he cut his eye, in sparring
  
   Verse Five: Ghostface Killah
  
   Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz
   Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it
   M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens
   Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
   Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross
   All you saw was white meat, skin hangin 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, youse 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
  
   Outro: RZA
  
   You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean?
   It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible)
   Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W
   You gonna get down with that W
   That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom
   YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe
   That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods
   YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God
   YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way
   We got the medicine for yo' sickness
   Out here, ya knowhatImean?
   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
   YouknowhatImean?
   (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit)
   Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God
   Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God
   YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean?
   (Oh hell no, none of this shit)
   C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz
   (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit)
   Nah (man, no)
   I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
   (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word
   Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even
   comin out until Two Thousand
   YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet
   You hear, we gonna bring a comet
   (Check for that shit in the millenium)
   YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man
   (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man
   Born Gods is here
   (Born God)