[Intro: RZA]

Up from the 36 Chambers...

Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm

Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beez, we on a swarm

The RZA, the GZA, Ol Dirty !@&!, Inspectah Deck, U-God
Ghost Face Killer, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Master Killer
Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher

Twelve O'Clock, Sixty Second $$#assin, the 4th Disciple
The Brand White
K.D. the Down Low Wrecka, Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child

Doo-Doo Wales, Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru Masta, Asan, DJ Skane, The Tru Robocop comin thru
Scientific Shabazz, my mother$#&@in man Wise the Civilized

The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin down from the mother$#&@in South end of things


Killa beez all over your $#&@in planet
Thirty-six chambers of death
Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles

Choppin off your mother$#&@in dome...
...peace, and every $#&@in borough
Crooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, Staten Island

The mother$#&@in Bronx, killa beez....

(The sword? C'mon, give him the sword)


[Chorus: The Genius]


Clan in da front, let your feet stomp
^!$$%z on the left, brag %#@! to death
Now hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to...

[Verse One:]


The Wu is comin thru, the outcome is critical
$#&@in wit my style, is sort of like a Miracle

on 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the (*##$ caught a Fitz like Gerald --
-- ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow

Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
and shine shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballentine

Pass the bone, kid pass the bone
Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang click

With the game and soul, of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids

so stop, the life you save may be your mother$#&@in own
I'll hang your $$# with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic

Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that's mad hard to serve
Come frontin hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves


[Chorus]


[Verse Two:]

The response while I bomb that $$#, "You ain't %#@!!"

Your wack $$# town had you gassed
Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up ^!$$%z on a stage get rushed

I don't give a god damn, on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got, or who knows you kid?
Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know

I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style increases
What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!

Throw your %#@!ty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a $#&@in Pamper
How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's my man

Anyway he's the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue
You can't !#@* with those in the major leagues


[Chorus -- 2X]

Hoods on the right
Punks in the back... to what

^!$$%z on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, c'mon... to what
...let your feet stomp
...brag %#@! to death

...wild for the night
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
^!$$%z on the left, brag %#@! to death
Hoods on the right, wild for the night

Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp