"The Wu-Tang Clan will rise again
There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang"
"Die!" [sounds of fighting are heard]
[Verse One: Street Life]
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung
His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the ghettos of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow n**** and get, P.L.O.
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to teach one
But eighty-five percent uncivilized content
No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench
Killer instinct slave rap n***** get lynched
[sounds of fighting]
[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]
So yo break that n**** arm fast as a f***
Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slow footed penguins, ducking from these
hot rocks that's flaming, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying cards espionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
and a mink in, next album 'Blood On Chef's Apron'
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel
c**e blunts hot as a f*** swatted bamboo
high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the f*** out
on the regular for robbin a good n**** house
Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa
[sounds of fighting]
[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck]
Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you close range with this madness
Unique design shine like a deep dish
The beat kick technique split all your weak s***
Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel
Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through your section
with the Force like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture
Live performer, bit the mic sayanora
Borderline to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
[Verse Four: Method Man]
We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by a**ociation
Times of blackness eclipsing the sun, target practice
commence when I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, b***** your mattress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm going in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction
blend like a chameleon
All these n***** want cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction
Once again, back on the block crumb s*****ing
Blowing backs in cold
Blunted non-a**assin, time for action, Johnny Unidas
Handle that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas
[swords clash]
[Verse Five: RZA]
Drownin' problems in Heinekens imported from Holland
Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen,
Stone columns get cracked by drum tracks
smack loud as gun loud as gun claps
pin a crab to death with a thousand thumb tacs
The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll
Sole edged blade controls your inner pole
The fig loot, fruit from the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the Chamber training new recruits
with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block causing blood to gush.
From digital to a***og, the Wu-Wear camouflage
The entourage squad we stomping through Zanzibar
like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow
Connect the Brook to Shaol like the Varrazano Narrow.
[Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef]
Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleama
Lex graffiti name reamer, hold em we rolling
asking me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
p**** that s*** she passin off to me though
We wax Ajax n***** with a axe, Maxamill
You could crash a meal, got you back steel
scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills
sit back eyeing y'all n***** out
Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out
Verb burglar, design the Wally shoe store reserve
a jet status, Guyanese all up on my mattress
Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick
Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name
Style enriched, resonate the waves with one change
Feelin mics like, wheeling a bike, slide like
step on his Klondike, get your dart right
We moving on it like, wind breaker n***** get they face broke
Jewelry get s*****ed, magazine right on the low, f*** ya'll gats!
("Sometimes...")
[sounds of fighting]
"May you rot in hell!"
"Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!"
There are many of us, working for the good of the Wu Tang"
"Die!" [sounds of fighting are heard]
[Verse One: Street Life]
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
like Kaity Chung, how the bullet collapsed his lung
His father watched the horror as he swallowed his tongue
Another youth dead, before the age of twenty-one
Left his son to grow, in the ghettos of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow n**** and get, P.L.O.
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
who got slain last summer by a cocaine runner
A new year is dawning, new crews is forming
Rival gangs warring blood steadily pouring
The streets are deep Son every day is like a rerun
So I reach out and try to teach one
But eighty-five percent uncivilized content
No tolerance so a lifetime is spent
behind a cage bent smoked out on a park bench
Killer instinct slave rap n***** get lynched
[sounds of fighting]
[Verse Two: Ghostface Killah]
So yo break that n**** arm fast as a f***
Tell Ra, Goldie left my beige jacket in his truck
To all you slow footed penguins, ducking from these
hot rocks that's flaming, chocolate for all you rap Damian's
Spraying cards espionage, dodgeball square hard
Strip bars, no bras, wet leotards
and a mink in, next album 'Blood On Chef's Apron'
Keep a Gambino PlayStation in your playpen
Discovery Channel, cats that book at Daniel
c**e blunts hot as a f*** swatted bamboo
high school dropouts, baseheads get knocked the f*** out
on the regular for robbin a good n**** house
Rough cut raw doses, the unexplainable
Hot rock lava, gringo throw the flows iglasa
[sounds of fighting]
[Verse Three: Inspectah Deck]
Ha ha ha ha, yo
What you know about this, specialist armed dangerous
Hit you close range with this madness
Unique design shine like a deep dish
The beat kick technique split all your weak s***
Yes, the rhythm, the Rebel
Alone in my level heat it up past the boiling point of metal
Living legend, veteran known to set trend
Lethal weapon, step through your section
with the Force like Luke Skywalker
Rhyme author, orchestrate mind torture
Live performer, bit the mic sayanora
Borderline to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
[Verse Four: Method Man]
We on the run with the golden guns, get you none
when it reach out and teach someone, blaze they buns
Now I'm guilty by a**ociation
Times of blackness eclipsing the sun, target practice
commence when I throw these darts at these rappers
Ricochet, hit the charts, b***** your mattress
Hold me down, Wu bloodkin, I'm going in
Shootin bullets at the top ten, rhyme concoction
blend like a chameleon
All these n***** want cheese, is we mice or men, word up
We can go platinum but then, still can't get no satisfaction
Once again, back on the block crumb s*****ing
Blowing backs in cold
Blunted non-a**assin, time for action, Johnny Unidas
Handle that like arthritis
Still, hold a golden touch like King Midas
[swords clash]
[Verse Five: RZA]
Drownin' problems in Heinekens imported from Holland
Gettin boosted off a killer bee pollen,
Stone columns get cracked by drum tracks
smack loud as gun loud as gun claps
pin a crab to death with a thousand thumb tacs
The Wu Sensai fold, it beez the Wind Ninja scroll
Sole edged blade controls your inner pole
The fig loot, fruit from the forbidden tree root
I stay secluded in the Chamber training new recruits
with Fatal Guillotine, the black hooded team what it means
when bullets scream from the hot glock like rock from a sling
("Sometimes...") Pushed through like George Bush Operation Whoops
Shots get popped on the block causing blood to gush.
From digital to a***og, the Wu-Wear camouflage
The entourage squad we stomping through Zanzibar
like herds of cattle, RZA plays the wall like a shadow
Connect the Brook to Shaol like the Varrazano Narrow.
[Verse Six: Raekwon the Chef]
Stash the cream though, Iceatollah ice style gleama
Lex graffiti name reamer, hold em we rolling
asking me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
p**** that s*** she passin off to me though
We wax Ajax n***** with a axe, Maxamill
You could crash a meal, got you back steel
scold em and fold em like the thousand dollar bills
sit back eyeing y'all n***** out
Fakes that delegate we spittin fire out
Verb burglar, design the Wally shoe store reserve
a jet status, Guyanese all up on my mattress
Watch me mack this, Ralph Lauren goose inside a fashion
Yo, these hands is flooded and they mad quick
Strong approach like magnets, custom wood crane name
Style enriched, resonate the waves with one change
Feelin mics like, wheeling a bike, slide like
step on his Klondike, get your dart right
We moving on it like, wind breaker n***** get they face broke
Jewelry get s*****ed, magazine right on the low, f*** ya'll gats!
("Sometimes...")
[sounds of fighting]
"May you rot in hell!"
"Ahahahahah, ahahahahaha, ahahahahaha!"