Intro (Roxanne): It's war muthafuckas, Wu-Tang muthafuckas (3xs) It's war, ah goin' on...........................(The Genius/GZA) Reunited, double LP, world excited. Struck a match to the underground, industry ignited. From metaphorical parables to fertalize the earth. Wicked niggas come, try to burglarize the turf. Scattin all soft-ass beats them niggas rap happily. Tragically, that style, deter-iate, rapidly. Uncompleted missions, throwin' your best known compositions. You couldn't add it up, if you master addition. Where I come from, gettin' visual is habitual. De-mon-strate walkin' on hot coal, in rituals. Isplash the paint on the wall, for the mural. He took a look, saw the manifestation of it, was plural. Rhyme while I limp here, dart hit your garmet. Pierced your internal, streamlined compartments. Just consider the unparallel advantage. Of a natural disaster that's impossible to manage............................. (Ol Dirty Bastard/Osirus) Bitch ass niggas counterfeit the funk. I smoke the bead and the skunk, tree top of the trunk. Moonshine drunken munk, yaHEAD, get shrunk. The touch of skunk, I be fuckin' bitches by the chunk. My name black, do words wanna play in my dirt? Bitch stop my mama serve, free lunch from the church. I come like a thousand doves. Bitch be quiet at the bus, makin' the fuss. I gots tough love. Unglove the news, watch a nigga transfuse. Dirty add to the fuse, heavy at the booze. I don't walk, I get carried. Gold and platinum frisbees on my wall, lookin' properly, but come-ly. I U.F.O. you Wright Brothers. The Indian, the Soul Man-hatten to the white man. My grandfather, step up and get knocked right the fuck out. Come to the cookout, dirty bitch at the mouth. You scared? Run around like a plane about to crash........ (Roxanne) Wu-Tang muthafuckas (2xs) Yeah, and RZA............. (Prince Rakeem/RZA) Yo, yo, the Riddler, funny bone tickler, freak Caligula. Bigger dick sex enigma pistol fertilize your stigma. Stinkbox, order form pink dot. MC's get stuck on ink blots as I plug to the sinkbox. Wu-Tang Incorp. take your brain on spacewalk. Talk strange like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe. How can I put in? Life is like video footage. Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it. I'm too impulsive, my deadly corrosive dosage. Attack when you least notice through explosive postage. I don't play, the rap souflee sautee for the day. Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig A, Leg leg arm head. Spread like plague, we drink Hennessee by the jig. I got the golden egg plus the goose. 80 proof, Absolut, mixed with cranberry fruit juice. Ginseng boost, I got yo neck in a noose. Keep my money rico, the rap star twinkle killer instinct. 16 bar nickle sell more copies then Kinko. Grow like a fetus with no hands and feet to complete us. And we return like Jesus, when the whole world need us........................ (Method Man/Iron Lung) Is it appetite for destuction. Slap a murder rap on this production. I touch somethin' trust nuttin'. Iron Lung/Twisted Metal. I see 'em duckin' my dart gun, bustin' from every angle. Worldwide total carnage, the sickest flow. That be code named Agent Orange, killing you slow. It's only right you pay homage. To those that's 'bout to blow like that shit up your nose, solid as a rock when I strike target, ver-bal. Be screamin' on you like a drill sargeant. Her-bals got me where I wanna be right now. Don't know the time. Check the hour on your sundial, watch me shine. Drunk off of cheap wine. Each line be on point when I speak mine. On behalf of my crew, SUUUUUUUU, and to the Wu. 36 more deadly Chambers, to take you through......................... (Roxanne) It's war muthafuckas, Wu-Tang muthafuckas.....................