[Produced by RZA]
[Intro: RZA]
Up from the 36 Chambers...
Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*k**ah* Heheheh
Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang k**a Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang k**a Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang k**a Beez, we on a swarm
Wu-Tang k**a Beez, we on a swarm
The RZA, the GZA, Ol' Dirty ba*tard, Inspectah Deck, U-God
Ghostface k**ah, the Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, the Masta k**a, Raw Desire, LeVon, Power Cipher
12 O'Clock, 60 Second Assa**in
The 4th Disciple, the Brown Hornet
K.D. the Down Low Recka, Shyheim
AKA The Rugged Child
Du-Du-Lilz, Mr. Hezekiah
Better known as the Yin and the Yang, the True Master
Isham, DJ Skane the True Robocop coming through
Scientific Shabazz My motherf**ing man Wise the Civilized
The Shaolin Soldiers, Daddy-O and Popa Ron
Coming down from the motherf**ing South end of things
k**a Beez all over your f**ing planet
Thirty-six chambers of d**h
Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles
Chopping off your motherf**ing dome-
-piece, and every f**ing borough
Brooklyn, Manhattan, and Queens, Staten Island
The motherf**ing Bronx, k**a Beez
['Shaolin and Wu-Tang' sample]
The sword? C'mon, give him the sword
[Hook: GZA]
Clan in the front, let your feet stomp
n***as on the left, rag sh** to d**h
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, come on in the track to what
[Verse 1: GZA]
The Wu is coming through, the outcome is critical
f**ing with my style is sort of like a miracle
On 34th Street, in the Square of Herald
I gamed Ella, the b**h caught a Fitz like Gerald-
-ine Ferraro, who's full of sorrow cause the ho didn't win
But the sun will still come out tomorrow
And shine shine shine like gold mine
Here comes the drunk monk, with a quart of Ballantine
Pa** the bone, kid pa** the bone
Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones, the GZA
One who just represent the Wu-Tang clique
With the game and soul of an old school flick
Like the Mack and Dolemite, who both did bids
Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids
So stop, the life you save may be your motherf**ing own
I'll hang your a** with this microphone
Make way for the merge of traffic
Wu-Tang's coming through with full metal jackets
God squad that's mad hard to serve
Come fronting hard, then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves
[Hook: GZA]
Clan in the front, let your feet stomp
n***as on the left, rag sh** to d**h
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, come on in the track to what
[Verse 2: GZA]
No response while I bomb that a**
You ain't sh**, your wack a** town had you ga**ed
Egos is something the Wu-Tang crush
Souped-up n***as on a stage get rushed
I don't give a goddamn on the shows you did
How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid
Cause I don't know you 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 ahh human feces
Throw your sh**ty drawers in the hamper
Next time come strapped with a f**ing Pamper
How you sound B? You're better off a quitter
I'm on the mound, G, and it's a no-hitter
And my DJ the catcher, he's my man
In a way 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 f** with those in the major leagues
[Hook: GZA]
Clan in the front, let your feet stomp
n***as on the left, rag sh** to d**h
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, come on in the track to what
[Outro: GZA]
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back... to what
n***as on the left
Hoods on the right
Punks in the back, c'mon... to what
...let your feet stomp
...rag sh** to d**h
...wild for the night
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
(Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu)
n***as on the left, brag sh** to d**h
Hoods on the right, wild for the night
Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to
Clan in da front, let your feet stomp