[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]