[Intro: The Genius/GZA (from "Clan in Da Front")]    Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death  Now hoods on the right, wild for the night  Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what  Clan in da front, let your feet stomp  Niggaz on the left, brag shit to death  Hoods on the right, wild for the night  Punks in the back, c'mon and attract to what    This goes back to nineteen..  Ahem, check it, yo  GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!  Yeah, good morning to all you motherfuckin notty-headed niggaz  Word to the camoflouge large niggaz  Bitch niggaz fuckin my body  Bring that fuckin meth in here  Yo yo yo yo  Now we gonna drink some good Nightrain    [Verse One: Raekwon the Chef]    Champion gear that I rock, you get your boots knocked  Then attack you like a pit that lock shit DOWN  As I come and freaks the sound, hardcore  but giving you more and more, like ding!  Nah shorty, get you open like six packs  Killer Bees attack, flippin what, murder one, phat tracks  A'ight? I kick it like a Night Flite!  Word life, I get that ass while I'm fulla spite!  Check the method from Bedrock, cause I rock ya head to bed  Just like rockin what? Twin glocks!  Shake the ground while my beats just break you down  Raw sound, we going to war right now  So, yo, bombin  We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments  Save ya breath before I bomb it    [Verse Two: Method Man]    I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward  I'm on the trigger, plus I got the Wu-Tang sword  So how you figure that you can even fuck with mine?  Hey, yo, RZA! Hit me with that shit one time!  And pull a foul, niggaz save the beef on the cow  I'm milkin this ho, this is MY show, tical  The FUCK you wanna do? More than Spike Lee's Do  I'm like a sniper, hyper off the ginseng root  PLO style, buddha monks with the owls  So who's the fucking man? Meth-Tical  On the chessbox    [Verse Three: Inspector Deck]    Yo, yeah, yo  I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has  The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz  Murderous material, made by a madman  It's the mic wrecker, Inspector, bad man  From the bad lands of the killer, rap fanatic  Representing with the skill that's iller  Dare to compare, get pierced just like an ear  The zoo-we-do-wop-bop strictly hardware  Armed and geared cause I just broke out the prison  Charged by the system - for murdering the rhythm!  Now, lo and behold, another deadly episode  Bound to catch another fuckin charge when I explode    [Verse Four: Ghostface Killer]    Slammin a hype-ass verse til ya head burst  I ramshack dead in the track, and that's that  Rap assassin, fastin, quick to blast and hardrock  I ran up in spots like Fort Knox!  I'm hot, top notch, Ghost thinks with logic  Flashback's how I attacked your whole project  I'm raw, I'm rugged and raw! I repeat, if I die  My seed'll be ill like me  Approachin me, you out of respect, chops ya neck  I get vexed, like crashing up a phat-ass Lex'  So clear the way, make way, yo! Open the cage  Peace, I'm out, jettin like a runaway slave    [Verse Five: Prince Rakeem/RZA]    Yo  Ya gettin stripped from ya garments, boy, run ya jewels  While the meth got me open like falopian tubes  I bring death to a snake when he least expect  Ain't a damn thing changed, boy, Protect Ya Neck  Ruler Zig Zag, Zig-Allah jam is fatal  Quick to stick my Wu-Tang sword right through ya navel  Suspenseful, plus bein bought through my utensil  The pencil, I break strong winds up against your  Abbot, that run up through your county like the Maverick  Caps through the tablets, I gots to make the fabrics    [Verse Six: Ol Dirty Bastard]    Are you, uh, ah, uh  Are you a warrior? Killer? Slicin shit like a samurah  The Ol' Dirty Bastard VUNDABAH  Ol' Dirty clan of terrorists  Comin atcha ass like a sorceress, shootin' that PISS!   Niggaz be gettin on my fuckin nerves  Rhymes they be kickin make me wanna kick they fuckin ass to the curb  I got funky fresh, like the old specialist  A carrier, messenger, bury ya  This experience is for the whole experience  Let it be applied, and THEN DROP THAT SCIENCE    [Verse Seven: Genius/GZA]    My my my  My Clan is thick like plaster  Bust ya, slash ya  Slit a nigga back like a Dutch Master Killer  Style jumped off and Killa, Hill-er  I was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla  I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock  Like getting smashed by a cinder block  Blaow! Now it's all over  Niggaz seeing pink hearts, yellow moons  orange stars and green clovers