(feat. Raekwon the Chef, Cappadonna)
[singing]
We are the G, O-D's

And we came to rock, the spot
Like Ironman Starks
They be the illest MC's, in the world today

Cappa Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down your beers

Cause you could never $#&@ with Wu-Tang Killer Beez...

[Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]


Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
Knowledgists, street astrologists

Light up the mic God, knowledge this
Fly joints that carried your points
Corolla Motorola holder

Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives

Rapel on fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna

run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake

Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
Claim they doin the same %#@! we doin, $#&@ your unit
It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle

On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black

The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans

Layin with my (*##$es and my mans in Lex Lands
We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em

Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star


[Chorus:]

All these MC's start realizing

That Ghost got that %#@!, that'll keep you vibing
The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest
But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us


[Verse Two: Ghostface Killer]


Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
Doin forever %#@!, like pissin out the window on turnpikes

Robbin ^!$$%z for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes
Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble
Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ

The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings

Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene
The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in

Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith

Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy
True identity hidden inside secret tabloids

Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing

Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians

[Chorus]


[Verse Three: Cappadonna]

Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
My gold plate, my slang kills

My Benz spills, whattup Lils
Murder one Dunn
Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son
My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe

The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat #~!!@ wombs
Let the Gods build, pull up the grill
Check out the mad skills
Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it

and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang
sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter
spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
High top notch, borderline rhymes is hand@@#!ed
Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot

Get yourself shot

[Chorus]