What y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me?

I'm the Osiris of this shit

Wu-Tang is here forever, motherfuckers

It's like this ninety-seven

Aight, my niggaz an' my niggarettes

Let's do it like this

Imma rub your ass in the moonshine

Let's take it back to seventy-nine

I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies an' hypothesis

Can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries

Lyrically, perform armed robbery

Flee with the lottery, possibly they spotted me

Battle-scarred shogun, explosion when my pen hits

Tremendous, ultra-violet shine blind forensics

I inspect you, through the future see millennium

Killa B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum

Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics

Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths

Black Wu jackets, Queen B's ease the guns in

Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function

Heads by the score, take flight, incite a war

Chicks hit the floor, die hard fans demand more

Behold the bold soldier, control the globe slowly

Proceeds to blow swingin' swords like Shinobi

Stomp grounds an' pound footprints in solid rock

Wu got it locked, performin' live on your hottest block

As the world turns, I spread like germs

Bless the globe with the pestilence, the hard-headed never learn

It's my testament to those burned

Play my position in the game of life, standin' firm

On foreign land, jump the gun out the fryin' pan

Into the fire, transform into the Ghostrider, a six-pack

An' 'A Streetcar Named Desire', who got my back?

In the line of fire holdin' back, what?

My peoples, if you with me, where the fuck you at?

Niggaz is strapped an' they tryin' to twist my beer cap

It's court adjourned for the bad seed from bad sperm

Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm

What the blood clot? We smoke pot an' blow spots

You wanna think twice, I think not

The Iron Lung ain't gotta tell you where it's comin' from

Guns of Navarone, tearin' up your battle zone

Rip through your slums

I twist darts from the heart, tried an' true

Loop my voice on the LP, martini on the slang rocks

Certified chatterbox, vocabulary 'Donna talkin'

Tell your story walkin'

Take cover kid, what? Run for your brother, kid

Run for your team an' your six camp rhyme groupies

So I can squeeze with the advantage an' get wasted

My deadly notes reigns supreme

Your fort is basic compared to mine

Domino effect, arts an' crafts

Paragraphs contain cyanide

Take a free ride on my dart, I got the fashion

Catalogs for all y'all to all praise to the Gods

The saga continues Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang

Olympic torch flamin', we burn so sweet

The thrill of victory, the agony, defeat

We crush slow, flamin' deluxe slow

For Judgment Day cometh, conquer, it's war

Allow us to escape, Hell glow spinnin' bomb

Pocket full of shells out the sky, Golden Arms

Tune spit the shitty Mortal Kombat sound

The fateful step make the blood stain the ground

A jungle junkie, vigilante tantrum

A death kiss, catwalk, squeeze another anthem

Hold it for ransom, tranquilized with anesthesias

My orchestra, graceful, music ballerinas

My music, Sicily, rich California smell

An axekiller adventure, paint a picture well

I sing a song from Sing-Sing, sippin' on Ginseng

Righteous wax chaperon, rotatin' ring king

Watch for the wooden soldiers, C Cypher Punks couldn't hold us

A thousand men rushin' in, not one nigga was sober

Perpendicular to the square, we stamp gold like Fleer

Escape from your Dragon's Lair, in particular

My beats travel like a vortex through your spine

To the top of your cerebrum cortex

Make you feel like you bust a nut from raw sex

Enter through your right ventricle, clog up your bloodstream

Now terminal like Grand Central Station

Program fat baselines on Novation

Gettin' drunk like a fuck, I'm duckin' five year probation

War of the masses, the outcome, disastrous

Many of the victim family save they ashes

A million names on walls engraved in plaques

Those who went back, received penalties for the axe

Another heart is torn as close ones mourn

Those who stray, niggaz get slayed on the song

The track renders helpless an' suffers from multiple stab wounds

An' leaks sounds that's heard

Ninety-three million miles away from came one

To represent the Nation

This is a gathering of the masses

That come to pay respects to the Wu-Tang Clan

As we engage in battle, the crowd now screams in rage

The high chief Jamel-I-Reef take the stage

Light is provided through sparks of energy

From the mind that travels in rhyme form

Givin' sight to the blind

The dumb are mostly intrigued by the drum

Death, only one can save self from

This relentless attack of the track spares none

Yo, yo, yo, fuck that, look at all these crab niggaz laid back

Lampin' like them gray an' black Puma's on my man's rack

Codeine was forced in your drink

You had a Navy Green salamander fiend

Bitches never heard you scream

You two-faces, scum of the slum, I got your whole body numb

Blowin' like Shalamar in eighty-one

Sound convincin', thousand dollar court by convention

Hands like Sonny Liston, get fly permission

Hold the fuck up, I'll unfasten your wig, bad luck

I humiliate, separate the English from the Dutch

It's me, black nobled you Ali

Came in threes, we like the Genovese, is that so?

Caesar needs the green, it's Earth

Ninety-three million miles from the first

Rough turbulence, the wave burst, split the megahertz

Aiyyo, that's amazin', gun in your mouth talk, verbal foul hawk

Connect thoughts to make my man child walk

Swift notarizer, Wu-Tang, all up in the high-riser

New York Yank' visor, world tranquilizer

Just a dosage, delegate my Clan with explosives

While my pen blow lines ferocious

Mediterranean, see y'all, the number one draft pick

Tear down the Beat God, then delegate the God to see God

The swift chancellor, flex the white gold tarantula

Track truck diesel, play the Weed God, substantiala

Max mostly undivided, then slide in, sickenin'

Guaranteed made 'em jump like Rod Strickland