Back, back, back, back      Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, made the cd enhanced   I move with the speed and strength of ants   Identical in form with the beez they swarm   Hold up the cold current appear warm   My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all   To the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall      Mr.Traffic, dumbin' shit, from ecclesiastic   Cashier, holdin' out, fine, cut off the plastic   See the logo a monument in hip-hop   Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks   Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops   Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one shot   Spotlight hits the metal mic, majority stare      Heard the wu snare, while my iris cut down the glare   Walk a road the great length you find too long to measure   My clan a make me rhyme like d. banner under pressure   No surprise, double disc touched five   Those elements, kept environments colonized   With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow like the rebel   Right there, but you're one light year, from my level      Uh-huh yeah yo check it yo   Bottles goin' off in the church, we broke the wine   Slapped the pastor, didn't know pop had asthma   He pulled out his blue Bible, change fell out his coat   Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope   Oooh rev ain't right, his church ain't right      Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes   Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot   Heard you got red tops out, and I want a lot"   Shirley fainted dead on the spot   Two ushers slipped eighty dollars right out the pot   Oh shit      Egyptian, brown skin brown suede Timbs   Masquerading X-rated throw blades, all occasions   Round nozzle touchdown, Hagen-Daas gobbles White House   Gucci flag on the roof, call us rock groups   Mere intelligent, buy Nieman Marc' it out   No doubt, all we saw he bought, Lori mom's all blow   Was simple, blamp instrumentals run camps the stamps get you   The way we lamp, fans come and get you      Play, fullback strapped like a fuck, war at   The black, Carlo Gambino's stash house in Hackensack   Pack capsules, Green Bay 'em lay 'em down like wax do   It's all actual we build, like Crash Crew   Coconut, incense, one sentence, aiyyo   Control the holy flinch hit this, new whips   Roman numerals, sun splash them niggaz like, Tango and Cash   Alcatraz cats roll out fast      Wu thousand nuthin' but hardcore we tryin' to get land riches and more   Ghost put me on to it we just do it, floss or whatever   Take care of the business, there's too many roughnecks   Give two of these to Flex, tell him it's real rap like Ghost   Had to beat niggaz with toast clubs V.I. clientele we lay it down flat   Poot out on y'all kid, now where your mans at   Fakin' the real like, damn I can't stand Cappa      Then my wardrobe flooded the next chapter   Y'all heard about us like we heard about you   Bless the mic with reality, hit you with the virtue   Calm down not tryin' to hurt you, burst through   That shit, fatter than all y'all niggaz outfits   We the glitch like Y2K catch the ball when it drop, guns pop   Y'all have a nice day      Doctor Kanabuta, Iron Man, he is invincible   His remarkable armor is supreme      Yo sometimes I'm liable to spaz and break fool   Grab my gun, select one, snatch son   Put the barrel by his face, blast one by his eardrum   Piss run, you drop thinkin' you shot   Screamin' like a bitch, kicks to your face   Shots to the body that shake like the bass   I'm Ghost faced up, military style down   Nuff ammunitions of rounds across the chest      Skip to the intro, rap through po'   Smashed a fresh ball of wax Ceasar   Flashy penthouse that overlooks the vista   Wally Moc' have tie, swimmin' trunks   Three chunks of ice sit in Johnny Walker for advice   Catch the moment, fund raiser at will, work with the homeless   Polish diamond edge, Flintstones shit, sealed in a comb pick      Carefully, swing the B seven series Christmas lights   Too bright Ghost is comin' y'all fix the mirrors   Relax like pudding, confidence strangle my man couldn't   Exile he no longer in the hood bless the kid that max the most   Me I turn a wedding into hoax roses tied to bombs on posts   On commercial breaks, piss in the apple juice   Rasta nigga rock the big do's Jiffy Pop it's only chant Wu      Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back, back, back, back