Yeah, yo
 Give me the cue
 Skip the introduction, prosate the lip function
 The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed
 Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas
 Use a firearm good, bloods go for hard swelling
 Insert the spasm, yes the dirty hurt has them
 Thoroughbred thugs insert the fantasm
 Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture
 Exotic wine, holding nine, Picasso pictures
 When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance
 Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance
 Words seem to zing on down to Bejing
 When we touch down you crown renowned kings

 Verse two: Method Man

 There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical
 Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men
 But not these, we profound hardcore sound
 To MC's thumbs down, prepare
 Killa bees it be warfare, this the year
 Niggaz gotta take you off of here, hold the square
 If we go there we go gritty
 And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor
 My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs
 The smell of fear makes my nostrils -- flair, truth or dare
 Ask yourself can you compare
 to these niggaz in the hood, Johnny B. Goode
 or he be gone, yeah
 The struggle goes on, you've been warned
 P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs
 Must we drop in the Ninety-Now
 Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news, from Meth-Tical

 Verse Three: RZA

 You gots to be kidding, you gots to be kidding
 Aiyyo kid, you gots to be kidding, my glocks'll be spitting
 You gots to be kidding, yo

 It's common sense how I master my circum-fer-ence, you dense
 I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance
 Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds
 Wu-Tang harvest one thousand notches above
 MC level, yo, I stay high as like treble
 Foes who oppose get plucked like rose pedals
 Arresting and holding, penetrate for better regions
 Wack MC's only lasted one season
 The morale was low at the corral
 Adjective pronouns had no style, yo, we propose our
 aim the official, initial, is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah
 All that other bullshit ain't permissable
 Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual
 Handles to a keyboard is true hip hop set tangible
 illegible, every egg ain't edible
 My tracks remain Unforgettable, like Ol' Nat Cole
 Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier
 Throw chairs to deck a skyscraper
 Understand that the continents of Africa and Asia
 and free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang

 Interlude: Masta Killa, Method Man, Raekwon

 The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall
 Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nuttin
 We came to punish the glutton with a substance
 That can't be contained, Wu-Tang

 Motherfuckers
 We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club
 Y'all all in the back
 Scared to speak the speak cause you scared
 Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is

 [Raekwon conversating with some people]
 All you been seeing is upsets in the box and shit right
 It's like come on man
 This nigga fucked up motherfuckin Whittaker
 Dang, he caught Whittaker
 Mmmmhmmm
 He caught Whittaker a long time ago
 Mike got touched
 Then Mike got touched by Holyfield
 Holyfield
 Yeah, word up
 Hey, Mike's -- Mike's gonna forfeit this fight
 He ain't fighting McDermit
 He ain't fightin?
 Nope
 Whattup?
 You talkin bout he -- what he, what he, what he did?
 Told them he cut his eye, in sparring

 Verse Five: Ghostface Killah

 Style adoral rap pressing, David Berkowitz
 Einstein birth to hit, now nurture it
 M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gens
 Purified cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
 Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang throw me off the cross
 All you saw was white meat, skin hangin off
 These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up
 The Betty Crocker, marvel cake stakes admissor
 Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada
 Slam dance, tarantula style, youse a fan of the
 Monopoly king, Slavic poetry
 Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory
 Mack truck hitting soloist, soul controllers
 Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless

 Outro: RZA

 You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean?
 It's Wu-Tang Forever God (invincible)
 Knahmsaying? We gonna get down with that W
 You gonna get down with that W
 That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom
 YouknowhatI'msayin? That's the Wisdom of the Universe
 That's the truth, of Allah, for the Nation, of the Gods
 YouknowhatI'msayin? We breakin egg through these days God
 YouknowhatI'msayin? We got the fuckin way
 We got the medicine for yo' sickness
 Out here, ya knowhatImean?
 I was telling Shorty like --
 Yo Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school
 Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD
 And you'll get all the education you need this year
 YouknowhatImean?
 (Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit)
 Word man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God
 Niggaz can't fuck with these lyrics God
 YouknowhatI'msayin? Knahmean?
 (Oh hell no, none of this shit)
 C'mon man -- beats, lyrics man, y'all niggaz
 (Niggaz can't even understand half this shit)
 Nah (man, no)
 I think niggaz ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G
 (Wax niggaz ass for free or fee) Word
 Yo, you know what? The next Wu-Tang album ain't even
 comin out until Two Thousand
 YaknowhatImean? That's just gonna come back with a comet
 You hear, we gonna bring a comet
 (Check for that shit in the millenium)
 YouknowhatImean? So, yo, y'all niggaz man
 (Be the ressurection) The Gods is here man
 Born Gods is here
 (Born God