[Intro: Sample]
I warn you, shit face, I pick who I'm gonna bury next
Say your prayers fast, 'cause you're about to [?]

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Freedom of speech, watch how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
Traveled the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought temptations, slap-boxed in The Devil's cage
A globetrotter, spot-rusher, I'll bust in your mouth like a Gusher
It's Wu-Tang, motherfucker!
I ain't mad, I cock my music in the chamber
I'm God's gift; heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearranger
Leave you slumped on a chessboard, found by a park ranger
Burst of adrenaline, bungee jumped off of the Verrazzano
I skydive in some sky-blue Ferragamos
Ran the streets heavy, kept my charm chunky
You're damn right I fuck fans and I keep the munchies

[Break: Sample]
Guess you must be the four dog fist champion
(I've heard of this devil's kick, of course, yeah
Everyone knows in the kung fu world
It's a method that's never been defeated yet)
Ha ha ha, and won't be
I suppose I should warn you
I've been given good money to kill you
[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Yo
Loose cannon, forty-deuce flicks through Paris
Laid back at the Palace like Mike Harris
Callous
Fly nicest, metallic, bang mallets
Fly your whole carriage to Paris
The Black Pat Garrett
Carats on Donna Karens
Guys die tryna drive the McLaren
Islamic, burn chronic out on the terrace
Angelic, your body lie cold without spirit
My finest hour, you're sacrificed to a higher power
You fly from the tower, I fry sour
And buy powder, .40 cal give your pal a shower
You shit in your new Calvin Klein trousers
The night prowler, your life is ours
Knife your Eddie Bauer, leave you pushin' up flowers
You ain't counted chip counters
"Them n***as is pimps!" your bitch shouted
The 650 get clouded
Uh

[Break: Sample]
You'll see! I'm a master now
And whoever insulted you, pays with his life for it
That I swear! I'll fight now!
Okay, not bad
Patience, you've not seen it all yet
[Verse 3: Killah Sin]
Yo
Gonna beef? I don't discriminate
Beat dudes black and blue, snack on crews like they're food
Taking space up on my dinner plate
Depending on my mental state
The mood that I'm in'll make me charge like a bull
Pull the tool out and ventilate you
Sin'll chase you down
Lace your crown, face, you're found full of
Rounds from the pound that detonate when they penetrate
Could tell you always been a snake - you don't move like I do
Imitators hate the fact that they can't do what I do
I'm mindful of my rivals, I can smell 'em when they slide through
Provide you my arrival, still won’t even get a side-view
Won't know that life is over 'til I'm standing right beside you
It's not that I don't like you motherfuckers; I despise you
We of a different pedigree, not cut from the same cloth
Stay G'd up from the feet up while your heart pump duck sauce
I love it when they tough talk, my guns lust to bust off
But every time I squeeze, they call police to bus me up north
Sinister the finisher, they label me a menace and got
Mad when I laughed at the judge during sentencing; not
Glorifying prison, but I'm built tough for biddin'
Since "Survival of the Fittest", shit, I live it every minute
Every hour to the second, I'm gaining my respect
And never catch the God in the yard sharpening the weapons, got
Shooters on demand, new recruits to the Clan
Sticking everything moving, more loot for the fam
Ain't a damn thing changed, just say the name, bitch:
Wu-Tang