Intro: (LP version only)
 Choose the sword, and you will join me
 Choose the ball, and you join your mother... in death
 You don't understand my words, but you must choose
 *baby gurgling*
 So... come boy, choose life or death

 Verse One: Ghostface Killah

 The only man I hold wake for
 Is the sky-blue Bally kid, in eighty-three, rocked Taylor's
 My Memorex performed tape decks, my own phone sex
 Watch out for Haiti bitches, I heard they throw hex
 Yo, Wu whole platoon is filled with rac-coons
 Corner sittin wine niggaz sippin Apple Boone, this ain't no white cartoon
 Cuz I be duckin crazy spades
 The kid hold white shit, like blacks rock ashy legs
 Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
 Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
 You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
 Iron Man be sippin rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable
 Noriega, aimin knives which stay windy in Chicago
 spine-tingle, mind boggles
 Kangols in rainbow colors, promoters try to hold dough
 Give me mine before Po, wrap you up in so-and-so
 I ran the Dark Ages, Constantine and great Henry the Eighth
 Built with Ghengis Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don

 Verse Two: Killah Priest

 I judge wisely, as if nothin ever surprise me
 Loungin, between two pillars of ivory
 I'm lively, my dome piece, is like buildin stones in Greece
 my poems are deep from ancient thrones I speak
 I'm overwhelmed, as my mind, roams the realm
 My eye's the vision, memory is the film
 Others act sub-tile, but they fragile above clouds
 They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd
 No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit
 Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip
 And throw all types of fits
 I leave em split, like ass cheeks and ragged pussy lips

 Verse Three: The RZA

 Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon, ninjas scalin your buildin
 No time to grab the gun they already got your wife and children
 A hit was sent, from the President, to rage your residence
 Because you had secret evidence, and documents
 On how they raped the continents, and it's the prominent
 dominant Islamic, Asiatic black hebrew
 The year two thousand and two, the battle's filled with the Wu
 Six million devils just died from the Bubonic Flu
 Or the Ebola Virus, under the reign of King Cyrus
 You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris
 Un-loyal snakes get thrown in boilin lakes
 of hot oil, it boils your skin, chickenheads gettin slim
 like Olive Oyl, only plant the seed deep inside fertile soil
 Fortified with essential, vitamin and mineral
 use the sky for a blanket, stuffin clouds inside my pillow
 Rollin with the Lands, the tribe's a hundred and forty four thousand chosen
 Protons Electrons Always Cause Explosions

 Verse Four: The Genius/GZA (Maximillion)

 The banks of G, all CREAM downs a vet
 Money feed good, opposites off the set
 It ain't hard to see, my seeds need God-degree
 I got mouths to feed, unnecessary beef is more cows to breed
 I'm on some tax free shit by any means
 Whether bound to hit scheme or some counterfeit CREAM
 I learned much from such with cons who run scams
 Veterans got the game spiced like hams
 And from that, sons are born and guns are drawn
 Clips are fully loaded, and then blood floods the lawn
 Disciplinary action was a fraction of strength
 that made me truncate the limp on temp
 with the stump, treat his hips like air pumps
 RZA shaped the track, niggaz caught razor bumps
 Scarred tryin to figure who invented
 this unprecented, opium-scented, dark-tinted
 Now watch me blow him out his shoes without clues
 Cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse