What, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? I'm the Osiris of this ***. Wu-Tang is here forever, mother***ers. This 97? I ain't my niggas and my niggerettes. Let's do it like this. I'ma rub your ass in the moonshine. Let's take it back to 79. I bomb atomically. Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses can't define how I be droppin' these mockeries. Lyrically perform armed robbery. Flee with the lottery. Possibly they spotted me. Battlescar showgun. Exposure when my pen hits. Tremendous. Hold your violets. Shine blind forensics. I inspect. View through the future. See millennium. Killer bees sold. 50 gold, 60 platinum. Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics. Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths. Black Wu-Tang is queen bees. Ease the guns in. Bumble with patrolman. Tear gas lace to function. Heads bother score. Take flight in sight of war. Ticks hit the floor. Die hard fans demand more. Behold the bold soldier. Control the globe slowly. Proceed to blow swinging swords like Shinobi. Stomp grounds and pound footprints in solid rock. Who got it locked? Performing live on your hottest fly. As the world turns I spread like germ. Bless the globe with the pestilence. The hard headed never learned. It's my testament to those burned. Play my position in the game of life standing firm. On foreign lands jump the gun out the frying pan. Into the fire transform into the ghost rider. A six pack and a street car named desire. Who got my back in the line of fire holding back? What? My peoples if you with me where the *** you at? Niggas is strapped and they tryna twist my beer cap. It's called a germ for the bad seed from bad sperm. Herb got my wig fried like a bad perm. What the blood? Clots? We smoke pot and blow spots. You wanna think twice? I think not. The iron lung ain't got to tell you where it's coming from. Guns of Navarone tearing up your battle zone. Rip through your slums. I twist thoughts from the heart. Try to intrude. Loop my voice on the LP. Martini on the slang rocks. Certified chatterbox. Vocabulary don't talk it. Tell your story walk it. Take cover kid what? Run for your brother kid. Run for your team and your six can't rhyme groupies. So I can squeeze with the advantage and get wasted. My deadly notes reign supreme. Your fort is basic compared to mine. Domino effect. Arts and crafts. Paragraphs contain cyanide. Take a free ride on my thought. I got the fashion. Catalog for all y'all. The all praise due to God. The saga continues. Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang. Olympic torch flaming. We burn so sweet. The thrill of victory. The agony defeat. We crush slow. Flaming deluxe slow. Pour. Judgment day cometh. Conquer. It's war. Allow us to escape hell. Glow spinning bomb. Pocket full of shells out the sky. Golden arms. Tunes fit this ***ty Mortal Kombat sound. The fake boss death make the blood stain the ground. A jungle junkie. Vigilante tantrum. A death kiss. Catwalk squeeze another anthem. Hold it for ransom. Trade our lives for anesthesias. My orchestra. Graceful. Music ballerinas. My music Sicily. Rich California smell. An axe killer denter. Pain of Pitouelle. I sing a song from Sing Sing. Sipping on ginseng. Brightest wax chaperone rotating ring kings. March on the wooden soldiers. See cypher punks couldn't hold us. A thousand men rushing in. Not one nigga was sober. Perpendicular to the square. We stand gold like flair. 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 busting up from raw ***. Enter through your right ventricle. Clog up your bloodstream. High terminal like Grand Central Station. Program fat baselines on ovation. Getting drunk like a *** em duck in five year probation. War of the masses. The outcome disastrous. Many of the victim families save their ashes. A million names on walls engraved in plaques. Those who went back received penalties for their acts. Another heart is torn as close ones born. Those who strayed, niggas get slayed on the song. The track renders helpless and suffers from multiple stab wounds and leaked sounds. That's heard. Ninety three million miles away from K1 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 Jamila Reed takes the stage. Light is provided through sparks of energy from the mind that travels in rhyme form. Giving 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, *** that. Look at all these crab niggas laid back. Lamping light and gray and black. Rumors on my man's rack. Codeine was tossing your drink. You had a navy green. Solomon the Fiend bitches overheard you scream. You two faces scum of the slum. I got your whole body numb. Blowing like Shalimar in 81. Sound convincing. Thousand dollar cork pop convention. Hands like Sonny Liston. Get fly permission. Hold the *** up. Holla fast in your wig. Bad luck. I humiliate. Separate the English from the Dutch. It's me. Black noble Jew Ali. Came a crease. We like the Genevieve. Sad soul. Season ease the creases. Earth. 93 million miles from the first rough turbulence. The way birds split the megahertz. Yo, that's amazing. Gun in your mouth. Talk. Verbal foul. Connect. Thoughts that make my man chow on. Swift. Notorizer. Blue tank. All up in the high riser. New York gang visor. Word. Tranquilizer. Just a dosage. Delegate my clan with explosives. Wow. My pen blow lines ferocious. Mediterranean. See y'all. The number one draft picks. Head down to B-Guard. The delegated guard to C-Guard. The swift chancellor. Flex the white gold tarantula. Track truck diesel. Play the Weegar. Substantial. Max mostly. Undivided then sliding. Stickman. Guaranteed.