Wu Tang will survive, no no, you no now   Wu Tang will survive 'cause everytime 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 and lay 'em a death warrant   Aaaah, yo, show it off, kid, show em, what, what   Let 'em have it, bust it, hey yo, hey yo      Blend wine, who want to win mine   Shorty get a ten-round for floatin' with the richest, huh   Flexed out, Flinstone style   Your criminal pen pal kidnapped Loud, jetted the      Mosyin', posin' for them niggaz up in Poland   Rollin' wax style museum, G 'em   Them richest niggaz bless this like Russian cut V.V.S's   Slide the hatchback, black were finessing this      Them niggaz over there know, Gazelle goggles   And them Lottos, 88 style, throwin' bottles   Scenario rap, rap imperial material   Murderin' cats is like that real      Yo come do me somethin' 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 Photomat      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 chases   Porno stations, drinkin' violations, God relations      90 minute Maxell tapes, instrumental breaks   Bangin' earaches, lay my verse down in two takes   The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen   Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin', woofer hissin'      Yo, he's strong armin', manipulatin' niggaz, scrapin' niggaz   Takin' play from niggaz, hate fakin' niggaz, yo you hear me?   The whole shit's like wrestling   What you dare me? Back the fuck up kid, we flexin'      This rap shit bust yo' 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 niggaz want to play the war po-sin   When the ruckus come, they be the first to get their shine stolen   Do or die, it be I, Meta-physical 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   Less he gon' bring this above, I make switches      From the lamp I grant three wishes   Johnny be parlayin', I Blaze britches, then I roll   One hundred percent mind, one hundred percent body   One hundred percent 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 number nine   Niggaz wastin' time worryin' about me and mine   Get your own shit