(feat. hostface Killah, Raekwon, RZA, Senna) 



[Intro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon) {RZA}] 

Yeah, what's up, aiyo, check this out, ya'll 

This is Cilvaringz, and this your boy Ghostface 

We about to pop the shit off right, that's right, daddy 

Let the beat drop (what is the total population of the original nation 

Aiyo, here in the wilderness of North America and all over the planet Earth, 

daddy) 

{Aiyo, Ringz, set up on these niggas, death rate, blow his fucking brains off!} 

(It's us, man, for real, live from the jungle 

Where everything is real, guard your steel, hold your bitch down 

Pay for your muthafucking bills, rock your hat) 

{All swords shall be drawn} 



[Cilvaringz:] 

Yo, straight out the iron gates of Palestine's frame of thought 

Slanging with a rock, stay nice with the mic pon cock 

Pops put me on to pot, pot put me on to rebel shots 

Devil glocks get popped, dumb-diddy-dumb 

I saw him school fast, how to skip the class 

While my grades kept, flying through the roof, cheating math 

Running back to class fast, went missing, fucking teachers up 

Weeded up, I'm on the 12 o'clock news, screaming 'what' 

Rapper Cilvaringz signed deals with Wu-Tang 

And blows mega two grand, the show, dumb-diddy-dumb 

Moon to Angelow, but soon we in to fold the dough 

Fifty countries in the box, Amsterdam to Tokyo 

I guess they never wanted me to rot and get paid 

The same ways they got paid, working twenty two days 

Bloody money makes the world spin in new ways 

A cue'll never hit that, so that's shit on you, say 



[Raekwon:] 

I sat around the older gods, while they build bomb niggas up 

Felt like Saddam tapping on my head, listen up 

Get your money, get brains and big niggas up 

Swiss look forward to millions, nigga, live shit up 

I sat back in my zone, bone lit 

I get your throne lit, niggas I loaned, they ain't gave me shit 

Fuck that family shit, you don't see us 

It's for no reason, I'm in the crib, wifey saying 'be easy' 

I'm all high on my emotion, money make me wanna grab toasters 

Spray down Wall Street, put up posters 

Yelling 'faggot, I'm back', you can't take nothing from the kid 

I'm still getting money, I'm stacked 

Gold album for the peso, rap Julio Inglesio 

Sniff the eighth in your face, and stay lacey 

On my ear game, popping in my gear game, fear fame 

Rearrange your jaw, fasten now you hear trains 

Test an immortal, call 'em, I'm in the hallway hitting raw autumn 

Meet me in the lobby, nigga, see my daughter 

And she gon' spray for her dad, call her brother later 

Get that money out the wall, daddy got bagged 

I'm going to jail, for something real, can't do me nothing 

Still can't compare me to no rap nigga, fuck a deal 

I get to hurting, niggas murking on niggas 

It's just a network, I come from, Ringz, now, kid reveal 'em 



[Chorus: Senna] 

Oh no, it's the Wu-Tang, they back and 

Oh no, Beez on the Swarm, attacking 

Oh no, just when the world looks back 

The word we speak up on the mic, we speak when it's right 

Oh no, homicide's won't corrupt us 

Oh no, and just as we shall discuss 

Oh no, in God and only God we trust 

Newest addition to the Wu-Tang Killa Bee Gang, Cilvaringz 

Cilvaringz, Cilvaringz, Cilvaringz... 



[Outro: Ghostface Killah (Raekwon)] 

Yeah, that's right, like I told ya'll before 

This is big Ghost in effect, yo Cilvaringz 

You know how we get down, niggas killing it 

We Wu'd out, wallabee'd out, everything is all real 

Just keep that shit up, no doubt, cuz we ain't going nowhere 

Cilvaringz, big Ghost in effect, I'm signing off, nigga, we out, one 

(Live Moroccan muslim, you know how it go...)