[Intro: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()]
    (After the smoke is done) Yo
  Yeah (Tang-o-Phonics) yeah, what, what, who wanna do it, what
  (Number one)
  Slap fire outcha monkey ass niggas
  (After the smoke is done) word up, big dick, motherfucking house
  Whaddup, bench press these cats
  (Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yo
    [Ghostface Killah]
    Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
  Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back,
  Five-thirty
  Yo they gotta hit
  Placed on my head, what should the god do?
  Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews
  Never that
  Them never look angry out of synch
  The imperial, industrial king got weight
  Don't give a fuck
  Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart
  They used to push me in shuffel cards
  Now I'm writing books like Ebinezzer
  The porno teaser
  Sayin words like sheeba
  Educated rapper fouling the teaser
  My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab
  Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags
  Don't touch this
  Cracklin hot shit
  I snap ya shoulder blade in half,
  Laugh, and pop shit
  Reader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard
  Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it
  But devils love it
  Movie trap raps cover the tracks
  Like Ajax
  Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientel
  My cartel
  Willie Star passed,
  Shit his piece, where's the Nobel?
  Oh, well,
  Siginin off as usual,
  The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell
    [Break: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()]
    (Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo
  Represent my projects Stapelton (after the smoke is done)
  He represent that project Park Hill (tang-o-Phonics number one)
  You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now Born
  Arm bangin into that will (ahhhhh)
  Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapelton
  (Tang-o-phonics and Wu-Tang still here)
  Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York
    [Raekwon]
    The greatest story ever told by me, precisely
  Roman numeral I be
  Plus three describe me
  My son move like the toad
  Get drunk
  Speak in codes
  Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold
  Got beef with the cold
  Met my comrad
  Go half on this lamp down in Baghdad
  Flippin like a mex tab
  Get money like an A-rab
  The type niggas snapped
  Six legs on the crab
  Now, hush, who wanna do what
  My click better bust
    [The RZA]
    Underprivileged,
  Grew up in a Stapelton house village,
  Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilage
  When the water was flowin (Tang-O-Phonics number one)
  I spot a fifty-five borough
  A nigga was still flowin,
  Voice was echoin
  I rise high like an Opera's
  Procter wouldn't Gamble
  The sample, it shocked her
  My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu
  Some play peace like Donny the Guru
  Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutchu
  Undisputed champion
  Bell holders
  Shape and mold us
  Sole controler of the moon
  I, solar and polar
  I blow half smoke through my nasal
  Bust my ways with thirty words
  Wu-Tang wasn't for children like
  Cannibals raidin Sicilians
    [Outro: The Delphonics]
    After the smoke is done
  Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
  After the smoke is done
  Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
  After the smoke is clear
  Tang-o-Phonics and Wu-Tang still here
  After the smoke is done
  Wu-Tang-o-Phonics number one
  Ahhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)