[singing]
 We are the G  O D's
 And we came to rock  the spot
 Like Ironman Starks
 They be the illest MC's  in the world today
 Cappa Raekwon and the R Z A
 So listen to them clear  and put the box right near your ear
 Light your blunts and down your beers
 Cause you could never fuck with Wu Tang Killer Beez...

 Verse One: Raekwon the Chef

 Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge
 Knowledgists, street astrologists
 Light up the mic God, knowledge this
 Fly joints that carried your points
 Corolla Motorola holder
 Play it God, he pack over the shoulder
 Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
 Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
 Rapel on fakes like reflectors
 He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
 We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
 run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
 And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break
 Break down an eighth and then wait drop it like Drake
 Thugs they be booing and screwing, we canoeing
 Claim they doin the same shit we doin, fuck your unit
 It's the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle
 On the alley tried to challenge God for the new vials
 Especially that, aluminum bat in the act
 Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day, it pays black
 The Mac-10 flex white cats like Windex
 Index finger be sore, bustin these fly scripts
 The Wally kid count crazily grands with our plans
 Layin with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
 We losin em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem
 Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em
 Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
 Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star

 Chorus:

 All these MC's start realizing
 That Ghost got that shit, that'll keep you vibing
 The Wu is here to bring, you Shaolin's finest
 But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us

 Verse Two: Ghostface Killer

 Mercury raps is roughed then God just shown like taps
 Red and white Wally's that match, bend my baseball hat
 Doin forever shit, like pissin out the window on turnpikes
 Robbin niggaz for leathers, high swipin on dirt bikes
 Voice be metal like Von Harper radio bubble
 Murder sleep away camp, the fly lady champ
 The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless
 Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners
 In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings
 Body chemical CREAM, we burn kerosene
 The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon
 Long-heads inscriptions with three sixes in
 Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive
 I slapbox with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph
 Zoomin like binoculars, the rap blacksmith
 Money's Rolex, with sparkles, Chef ragtop is spotless
 I'm Iron Man no cheap cash metal I'm steel alloy
 True identity hidden inside secret tabloids
 Breathe oxygen both sides of my jaw carry oxes
 The track hit like the bangers, in hundred watt boxes
 Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-ing
 Sip Irish Moss out of Widelians

 Chorus

 Verse Three: Cappadonna

 Give me the the fifty thou, small bills
 My gold plate, my slang kills
 My Benz spills, whattup Lils
 Murder one Dunn
 Killer bee stung, guess who back home Son
 My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon
 Cristal bottles, cages of boom, probably wardrobe
 The mad-hatter big dick style, beware goons
 smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs
 Let the Gods build, pull up the grill
 Check out the mad skills
 Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it
 and keep it, jiggy style of rap and watchin knuckle slang
 sweep it out of order ape recorder can't record my slaughter
 spoil the rotten Don is too good to be forgotten
 High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked
 Ninety-six, my ill sound clash is still hot
 Get yourself shot

 Chorus