[Inspectah Deck]
 Ladies and gentlemen  welcome to the lyrical grand prix
 We have our drivers racin for a $3 000 000 purse
 Winner takes all  gentlemen start your engines...

 Give me room  hit the tune
 Feature presentation comin soon  early June
 Killa Bee platoon  well groomed
 Spells doom  raise the volume
 You react like a werewolf in a full moon
 With the force of a trojan horse
 Pushin, flowin, have your seatbelt fastened
 We blastin into orbit, Wu restore the new chamber
 Wu-banger number 9, expert precision and design
 Mastermind the plan took a matter of time
 >From the confinds of the cold world I shine
 It's amazin, the grace, changin in the place
 Blazin the brakes, invadin your space
 Which remains in the race, claimin first place
 Raisin the stakes, it's a game to disgrace
 I hold many jewels, drop more than I wear
 I come in peace, prepare for the warfare
 The invincible fold, when they're caught in the square
 and the talk mad shit when the coast is clear

 Yes, ladies and gentlemen
 We've just completed the first lap

 [Street Life]
 Blood kin, knowledge, knowledge, I build with rap scholars
 Guns and wallets, prowess, Staten Island stylist
 12 men roster, live long, prosper
 Street philosopher, you end up like Jimmy Hoffa
 Ain't a damn thing changed but the aim, bullet range
 Strange universe, I was nursed to blow your mainframe
 Think first, convert, all verse live in concert
 Pull a skirt, burst, while y'all niggaz star search
 Mind your's, why you eyein mines for
 Posin like a Matten dog, I must got somethin you wanna die for
 Touch mine, reach him up, his headline, both grant
 9 inch rusty splint push through your nose is vent
 Got my eyes on the grand prize, place your bet
 Watch me win it by a landslide, pull off an upset
 Hold the burner close by my hands and my pocket
 Hold the trophy high and keep my eyes on the prophet

 [Inspectah Deck]
 And a new driver has entered the contest
 Ladies and gentlemen, driver number 99
 In the red car...

 [U-God]
 Fog lights beam, car 99 supreme
 A high-powered machine spits sparks of baroline
 The smell of gasoline, motor roar, the crowd roars
 The rag tuck rip, box cut caught in my jaws
 Enforcin my laws, rap mirage in my garage
 The grease lightnin, dusty rose, shake him, bon voyage
 Now duel of the iron, flyin fued for you writers
 The speed demon, rebel talk, triggers, freedom fighters
 Was tracked in the cock pit, I'm writin exact
 I'm crushin corners, who that kid ridin the track
 with the Wu helmet, 6th nigga, 5 cars track
 The last but not least, I bliss through the scrimmage
 No brakes, I dart, I'm racin for the finish
 Understand my hunger for my land down under
 It's the thunderous rush, after the sounds get crush
 The purse snatchin pound, by all means snatch cream
 tear your ass out of town

 [Inspectah Deck]
 As we near the final lap
 Team Wu-Tang seems to be buildin
 a sizeable lead on the competition

 Yo, I know how to fold 'em like Kenny Rogers
 Popular demand, overstand these pirahnas
 Movin on the track like a Monaco GT
 I stand out similar to 3D on your TV
 Easily breezin watchin the speed dial climb
 Style of rhyme, left the foes miles behind
 Leavin skid marks on the charts
 Aimed at the hearts of the fake, sparked on the tapes
 It's starts from the gate, darts penetrate
 Freestyle as the decoy to sharpen the bait
 Holdin major weight, my Supreme Team dominates
 Circulatin, takin all bets you plates
 In and out of state, twirlin L's on the freeway
 NY to SC, NC to VA, GA to MD, CA to KY
 FL to IL, TX to MI

 As we near the checkered flake, ladies and gentlemen
 Team Wu-Tang's holdin down the 1st, 2nd and 3rd positions
 And it looks like it's goin to be another sure win for Team Wu-Tang
 As they take home another pot of gold with this $3,000,000 purse
 Rebel INS, U-God, Street Life

 Get the loot, get the loot
 Cash money y'all, cash money y'all, cash money y'all