[Break: Kurtis Blow & Raekwon]
Clap-clap your hands everybody, yeah
Clap-clap your hands everybody, yeah
Clap-clap your hands everybody, yeah
Clap-clap your hands everybody, yeah
Clap-clap your hands everybody, yeah
Clap-clap your hands everybody, yeah
Clap-clap your hands everybody, yeah
Clap-clap your hands everybody, yeah
(Well, let's start it like this, son)

[Refrain: Wu-Tang Clan & Raekwon]
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (Well, let's start it like this, son)
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang (Well, let's start it like this, son)

[Verse 1: Raekwon]
Droves of styles older than sharkskin, now commit the barking
I gather rhymes and load up, 'cause it's a hold-up
I meditate fast to assassinate a class, a dull sword
Check the graphics on this rap chalkboard
Peace to RZA Razor, yo, the nigga's major
Who slice tracks fast like whities with Gillette razors
And won't stagnate, the ragged Dragon Lee
Regenerate, clearin' the area, air out and ventilate
See, yo, I'm natural, swift like a mackerel shark
Gat-packable, attackable in this art
Now watch a beat that makes and shakes and breaks ya
Ron G makes a million off his name, son
Ayo, peace to uptown, Shaolin now
Walk through, child, it's wild
Huh, hit you like this son
Ron G, '94, takin' em to war
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