Intro: Roxanne It's Wu motherfuckers, ah Wu-Tang motherfuckers (3X) It's Wu, ah goin on Verse One: The Genius/GZA Reunited, double LP, we're all excited Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited From metaphorical parables to fertilize the Earth Wicked niggaz come, try to burglarize the turf Scattin off soft-ass beats them niggaz rap happily Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly Uncompleted missions, throwin your best known compositions You couldn't add it up, if you mastered addition Where I come from, gettin visual is habitual De-mon-strate walkin on hot coal, in rituals I splash the paint on the wall, it formed the mural He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural Rhymin while impaired, dart hit your garment Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments Just consider the unparallel advantage Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage Verse Two: Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus Bitch ass niggaz counterfeit the funk I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk Moonshine drunken monk, YaHEAD, get shrunk The touch of skunk, I be fuckin bitches by the chunk My name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? Bitch stop my momma serve, free lunch from the church I come like a thousand doves Bitch you quiet at the bus, makin the fuss, I gots tough love Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze I don't walk, I get carried Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin properly But come-ly, I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers The Indian that sold Manhattan to the white man My grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out Come to the cook-out, Dirty bitch at the mouth You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash *sound of a plane crashing and explosion* [Roxanne] Wu-Tang motherfuckers (2X) Yeah... and RZA Verse Three: Prince Rakeem/RZA Yo, yo, The Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma Stinkbox, order from pink dot MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe How can I put it? Life is like video footage Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage Attack when you least notice through explosive postage I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg Leg Arm Head Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig I got the golden egg plus the goose Eighty proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice Ginseng boost, I got yo' neck in a noose Keep my money rico, the rap star twinkle killer instinct Sixteen bar nickle sell more copies than Kinko Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us And we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us Verse Four: Method Man/Iron Lung