to be seen, on the TV screen Gambino Cappacino to the Afro Sheen Stay black, where I'm at, high road to rap council Splash love to Wu in a orderly tonsil
: [Intro:] [Rza] Bring da bring da muthafuckin' ruckus! En garde, I'll let you try my Wu-Tang style [Chorus: RZA] Bring da motherfuckin ruckus Bring
: [***Chorus*** x2] Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice
: [Intro: Killah Priest, Raekwon] "Continous" "Yeah, youknowhatI'msayin?" "Wu-Tang" "Aiyyo aiyyo, come on yo yo yo I'ma shoot over here" "On that AIDS
witness [U-God] Yeah, yo Curses from war, innocent blood spills for days Soothe in godly ways, hands, solemn in praise Tree of life, more precious than Wu
: [Intro/Chorus: Madame D] Light is shinin.. beauty sunshine Here comes one-time.. the ball was so fine Heat is blazin.. the kids were playin His partner
soloist, soul controllers Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless [Outro: RZA] You know, cause Wu-Tang is invincible, youknowhatI'mean? It's Wu-Tang
rugged flow Not sayin Ason, is like a duck of disco Or a disco duck, I'm strictly hip hop Yo, Ason, what's up? I can't stop... Wu-Tanging, flipping the
shadowboxing, and the Wu-Tang sword style If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can
: [Ruthless Bastards] [Verse one:] Check it, these cold days got me in a physical rage Walking through the dark path in this invisible maze My individual
: [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Yeah, now we're gonna give a shout out, knowumsayin'? Def Jam, knowumsayin'? Niggas like Method Man, Redman Say all the artists
: [Intro: Raekwon the Chef, Method Man] What that nigga want God? Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five finger shit) (Cash Rules) Word up, two
: [Intro: Raekwon the Chef] (Can it be that it was all so simple then) KnowhatI'msayin, take you on this lyrical high real quick Nineteen ninety three
in your camoflougin, now you snitchin on the squadron That's somethin niggaz can't pardon City overrun by young gun with bad intention, and Wu-Wear garment
, bust I Make your head spin like chrome 20's on the buggy-I Benz Who contends, Wu like the Superfriends Who's your rhymin hero? Wu-Tang rules again
: [Verse 1:] I'm fucked up Most brothers don't have it like me Like my brothers in the peep, doing half a century See God I know it's hard Black stay
like to bring truck, bomb you till you faint I roll with top rank, soon to judge the angels sing [Shyheim] I'm ghetto like ?sun-do?, Wu-Tang Clansman