1-2-1-2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now I want everybody to put your rope down, put your guns down And report to the pit, the gravel pit Leave your problems at home, leave your children at home Before taking back underground I be Bobby Bowden, Wu-Tang Clan on your mind one time It's the jump off, so just jump off, let's go Ha, holocaust from the land of the lost Behold the pale horse, or course Follow me, Wu-Tang gotta be The best thing since Starks and Clark Wallaby African Killer B's Black Watch On your radio, blowing out your watch From Park Hill to House on Haunted Hill Every time you walk by your back, get a chill Let's build, we want to talk about skill I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill Elbow grease and elbow room Baby play me, baby fall down, go boom Party people gather round, countdown to apocalypse I'm the kid with the golden arms Pass the blunt, my n***a don't front You had it for a minute but it seemed like a mark Now I'm choking, smoking, hoping I don't croak And from overdosing, dosing Hey kid, when the left got you open Let's ride, can't stand n****s that floss too much Can't stand Bentley's, they cost too much Kid want to get up, then kid get touched Kid want to stick up, then kid get stuck I'm the one that cause you bluff When your boys try to act tough Remember what old Dirty said Now listen, back, back and forth Check out my gravity Back, back and forth All this dirt and unraveling As we go Can't get to see that I travel Back, back and forth and forth No more dissipating, can't handle As we go Eat with the English, extinguish styles, extremists Ball head beamers run wild, it's the kid with the gold cup Stepped out like what, was popping a yacht Dope on glass and shay-shay, chocolate sauté Rich fella, mocks, rock those all day 1960's, ***, I'm goldie That's right, mothafucka, don't hold me The world's greatest, Las Vegas, paid as rock Skin painted on my face, look ageless Perfect combos, those bang out condos Jet from Hamo, X, we bongos Bankrolls, stank hoes in plainclothes Chains, those bang nos, same old, same old Yeah, y'all, straight up, this the jump off right here The grapple pit, rolled up, representing rock and boulders All my rich, gangster style killers Y'all know what time it is Shorty, do your thing, get up on that Right now, boo, do you That's what I'm talking about Step to my groove, move like this When we shoot the gift, of course it's ruthless *** the mic with no excuses In a sec, *** the text, elude this Execute me, shakin' those sets And I'm breakin' old hacks, I'm takin' old bets Move on best, who want the drum hacks You won't stank, we got the bigger bank Bigger shank to fill your tanks Steal the same kill for real, buy your cranks Lie, do or die, fry the bake, admire the grades On fire with a heart of hate Bit of shock, every part I take Heavy dogs to quake, it's okay All fakes, get caught by the dropkicks You know the thrill, yes, it's Park Hill Yo, we hit em' with the hot grits On the go, check the flow Seein' who don't rock Stop quick, hold the gossip Stop sweatin' my pockets, I hit a hot Check out my gravity Our mystery unravels Wu-Tang is a city that I travel No go on, that's okay if you can't have it You don't have to move a mountain Just give me strength to climb No, don't take away my stomach and my heart It needs me all the time As we go As we go Thanks for watching!