[Intro: Force MD's]
We are the G-O-D's
And we came to rock the spot like Iron Man Starks
They be the illest emcees in the world today
Cappa, Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down your beers
'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez
"From where we at to my man's cell
From where we at—"
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge Knowledges
Street astrologists, light up the mic, God — acknowledge this
Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder
Play it, God, E-pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Repel all fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate, take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Dre
Thugs they be booin' and screwin', we canoein'
Claim they doin' the same shit we doin' — fuck the union!
It's the same style, RZA train, aboard, jump the turnstile
On the Isle, he tried to challenge God for the new Bal's
Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac'
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day — it pays, black!
The MAC-10 flex, wipe cats like Windex
Index finger be sore bustin' these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily, grands revive lands
Layin' with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We losin' 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem
Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em
Low-pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the Older God, build with the Sun, Moon and Star
We are the G-O-D's
And we came to rock the spot like Iron Man Starks
They be the illest emcees in the world today
Cappa, Raekwon and the R-Z-A
So listen to them clear, and put the box right near your ear
Light your blunts and down your beers
'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez
"From where we at to my man's cell
From where we at—"
[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Say peace to cats who rock MAC Knowledge Knowledges
Street astrologists, light up the mic, God — acknowledge this
Fly joints that carry two points, Corolla Motorola holder
Play it, God, E-pack over the shoulder
Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise
Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives
Repel all fakes like reflectors
He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career
We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna
Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo
And jet to the flyest estate, relate, take a break
Break down an eighth and then wait, drop it like Dre
Thugs they be booin' and screwin', we canoein'
Claim they doin' the same shit we doin' — fuck the union!
It's the same style, RZA train, aboard, jump the turnstile
On the Isle, he tried to challenge God for the new Bal's
Especially that, aluminum bat in the Ac'
Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day — it pays, black!
The MAC-10 flex, wipe cats like Windex
Index finger be sore bustin' these fly scripts
The Wally kid count crazily, grands revive lands
Layin' with my bitches and my mans in Lex Lands
We losin' 'em, jet to the stash in Now Jerusalem
Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em
Low-pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar
Roll with the Older God, build with the Sun, Moon and Star
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