[Cilvaringz:] 

Aiyo, Allah clapped us under, RZA know what's flaming 

Snake me off, with great thoughts, and the knowledge 

Which ya'll brought to bring forth 

I used to fight the cash alot, and crackle alot 

Jamel Irief cocked the 'volve, but it's the fiend who shot 

The wise eye is my tongue carved in a golden emblem 

Off the highest and works written, millions I fought the labyrim 

You see my kin bear my the scars of Nat King 

You mad seeing the plain wolf in Klan gear, myth 15 

Fifty five, and stealth over blow it 

But he showed the love, his kin never showed, and so the Beez noticed 

Yes, America has lowered down the silver standards 

Home of the bandage, brutal, rebel, impressionists 

But see my sword of sin, fierce through the masters 

Breaking the seal of both, I roast, object the classics 

Allah sees son, I speak to guys two-for-me 

Like Dom P, son, I terrorize truthfully 

Now my bio, be long, A-bomb, and queen Esther 

Which ya'll pinned down in chapters, with my Mariam Webster 

Godding you, reclaim United States army loot 

And carving two in the rock, of Bob Marley truth 

Proof my foot, and stomping on the path of tyrants 

Strangling the pythons, with they eerie sounds of pipers 

We slither through the fields of Cyprus, and the center 

As defenders of the 36 Chambers, you wanna enter 

Like Honolulu ninjas, like you and dog in Denmark 

We lamp in tent park, chessbox, playing harps 

With my equality, check a Wallabee shine, boo 

But look and do not touch, and Allah will be kind, true 

Merciful as always, moving a sore base 

To overthrow the palace, for God's king of my swordplay 

But be the weapon of design, mind, be kind 

And the foreplay will take place in South Sukai 

On a far misty mountain hill, ice be sharp 

For you to be, one with God, and able to shoot darts 

Cuz True Master pull strings on a flaming harp 

I fight theories that switch man with ape of God 

And when my lines pierce through mind, it's engraved in art 

It shall deliver all my people to the lathing arts, so, please 

Challenge among the ears of blissful gardens 

And fertile grounds for harvest, admist the starving on and 

Acknowledge this, cuz tolerance cramped like hours get 

Snuff literally, but they deprive the world oxygen 

At birth possibly, you were told improperly 

Raised to give praise, the stone image is monument 

We stray far from the path, in this document 

But surely Wu-Tang, will teach in all continents 

In all languages, we civilize the savages 

Like Bush capitalists, and rich by devils practices