Tru Master in the shadow
 Golden Arms in the shadow
 12 O'clock in the shadow
 Verse 1:
 Crushed off the bag of dope  I felt pity
 My cold thoughts evole around New York City
 Evidence ?sir?  in the tunnel where the train enter
 Be the gat from the old time  86 crime  opposites attract
 My electrical shine  ?ok? polly see me downtown
 2 blue cops wit Rollie Fingers
 We the Razor Sharp Wu-Tang singers, hum dingers
 Try to connect wit pros, drug slingers
 Keep heat under they clothes, everybody in the project knows
 My rap shot's hot but suppose you get
 Caught up in the mix, a ?non fix? of convicts
 Conflict the prejudice, unrealistic
 Politics, economics, chicks, counterfeit
 2 face, they cliques be getting rubbed like vicks
 Right off the dirty water, south of the border
 Reporters and cotten bald heads paid they quarters
 To see the spectator perform, cameras are litting
 The return of the swarm, the nighttime storm
 Little kids got bit by the rap exorcist
 My chainsaw mouth split tracks for the fuck of it
 Travel wit the rich, politic
 Put your money on my dick
 Baby, Wu-Tang is Navy
 Park Hill, Staten Island seal
 Rock the real to real, we ?high hill deep?
 Creep, sweep beats off they feet
 Teach in the cracks of the street
 My family incomplete unless the Abbot in the seat
 South of the border
 Shaolin in the shadow
 Medina in the shadow
 The Emerald City in the shadow
 Verse 2:
 Mysteries revolve around my unorthodox sound
 Splash you, I'm still the best in town
 Striving for perfection wit my new rap investment
 My testament, my own apartment, on a confy pay rent
 More time is spent wise
 Chambers of the Orient franchise, we fat like thighs
 Too much french fries, not enough shake
 Rza blow orchestra earthquake
 No set date
 Me and Bobby Steels got a cabin in Crystal Lake
 Industries bug out
 Hit Madison Square house, roll the red rug out
 I'm loyal to the Clan, dedicated to the South
 South of the Border