Intro: RZA

Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh.. it s the Ghost..*Face*..*Killahh* Hehheheh
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang Killa Beezwe on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beezwe on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beezwe on a swarm
Wu-Tang Killa Beezwe on a swarm
The RZAthe GZAOl Dirty BastardInspectah DeckU-God
Ghost Face Killerthe Method ManRaekwon the Chefthe Master Killer
Raw DesireLeVonPower Cipher
Twelve O ClockSixty Second Assassinthe 4th Disciple
The Brand White
K.D. the Down Low WreckaShyheim AKA The Rugged Child
Doo-Doo WalesMista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang
The Tru MastaAsanDJ SkaneThe Tru Robocop comin thru
Scientific Shabazzmy motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin SoldiersDaddy-O and Popa Ron
Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things

Killa beez all over your fuckin planet
Thirty-six chambers of death
Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
Choppin off your motherfuckin dome...
...peaceand every fuckin borough
CrooklynManhattanQueensStaten Island
The motherfuckin Bronxkilla beez....

*The sword?
C mongive him the sword*

Chorus: The Genius

Clan in da frontlet your feet stomp
Niggaz on the leftbrag shit to death
Now hoods on the rightwild for the night
Punks in the backc mon and attract to...

Verse One:

The Wu is comin thruthe outcome is critical
Fuckin wit my styleis sort of like a Miracle
on 34th Streetin the Square of Herald
I gamed Ellathe bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --
-- ine Ferrarowho s full of sorrow
Cuz the hoe didn t win but the sun will still come out tomorrow
and shine shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monkwith a quart of Ballentine
Pass the bonekid pass the bone
Let s get on this mission like Indiana Jonesthe GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang click
With the game and soulof an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemitewho both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
so stopthe life you save may be your motherfuckin own
I ll hang your ass with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang s comin thru with Full Metal Jackets
God squad that s mad hard to serve
Come frontin hardthen Bernhard Goetz what he deserves

Chorus

Verse Two:

The response while I bomb that ass"You ain t shit!"
Your wack ass town had you gassed
Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush
Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed
I don t give a god damnon the shows you did
How many rhymes you gotor who knows you kid?
Cuz I don t know ya therefore show me what you know
I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow
You become so Pat as my style increases
What s that in your pants ahhh human feces!
Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper
How ya sound B? You re better off a quitter
I m on the mound Gand it s a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcherhe s my man
Anyway he s the one who devised the plan
He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout
I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out
So it really doesn t matter on how you intrigue
You can t FUCK with those in the major leagues

Chorus -- 2X

Hoods on the right
Punks in the back... to what
Niggaz on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the backc mon... to what
...let your feet stomp
...brag shit to death
...wild for the night
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Niggaz on the leftbrag shit to death
Hoods on the rightwild for the night
Punks in the backc mon and attract to
Clan in da frontlet your feet stomp

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