Wu-Tang will survive, no no you know now The Wu-Tang will survive 'Cause every time they flip a party You know the party screams and shouts 'Cause you... Damn! Aw, TC. That was the bomb... Get all my peoples, get all my peoples headphones All of 'em, lay 'em a death warrant Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show 'em. What? What? Let 'em have it, bust it, aiyo, aiyo Blend wine, who wanna win mine? Shorty get a ten-round for floatin' with the richest, huh Flexed out, Flintstones style Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the Mozayan posin' for them niggas up in Poland Rollin' waxed out museum, G 'em Them richest niggas bless this like Russian-cut VVSs Slide the hatchback, black, word, finessin' this Them niggas over there know, Gazelle goggles and them Lottos '88 style throwin' bottles (Bottles) Scenario rap, imperial material (Uh, yo, yo, yo, yo) Yo, dunn, dunn, murderin' cats is like that real Yo, come do me something, word to Michelob, peep the Land Rov' Sleeper hold club faggots, lay your dome on a stove It's like space kid, the whole world is pitch black, granola rap Dough got smaller, famous team walked up in Fotomat Black down, numerous rounds, boots is brown Getaway driver–this white bitch from out of town We love horse races, shakin' Jakes and high-speed chasin' Porno stations, drinking violations, Godly nations 90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks Bangin' earaches, lay my verse down in two takes The speaker pop, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen Murder the DJs, eyes twitchin', woofer hissin' Yo, he's strong-armin', manipulatin' niggas, scrapin' niggas Takin' play from niggas, hate fakin' niggas Yo, you hear me? The whole shit's like wrestlin' What, you dare me? Back the fuck up, kid, we flexin' This rap shit bust your gums and leave you stunned Pull your plug, now you can't function There's no total or sum to this equation, you frozen Many may come but few are chosen Pretty niggas want to play the war posin' When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen Do or die, it be I, Metaphysical Man Holding court from my Wu indivisible Clan I see your thoughts and your hand reachin' It's getting deep in this mud Cats heat-seekin' for one blood Nameless thugs with aimless slugs shootin' at these stank bitches That's either brainless or bugged, I make switches From the lamp, I grant three wishes Johnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches, then I roll 100% mind, 100% body, 100% soul, individual Assholes tend to run from this PLO extortion to the one The next chamber, you fuckin' with the star spangler To the dawn's early light with this head-banger Boogie, represent this shit fully Like I'm constantly at war with the town bully Who want that pressure? About to get smacked silly Like a fat bitch in Spandex, Free Willy! We on some milli, check the joint, Engine Engine Number Nine Niggas wastin' time worryin' about me and mine Get your own shit