[Verse One: Ghostface Killah]. Aiyyo I roll like a bat out of hell. Evil acapell's fly spittin out of my grill. Before I hit the sky with springtime colors. Juicy as a Sunkist certain broads double dutch this. They carve it in they wrist pales berry blazes. Straighten the crumbs left on the stove clothes in my lady hair. Plus yours the look gold God the old tainted bald technique. Got these vestibules designer niggaz in they whips. jumpin out they seats eighteen Bronzeman Part II. We like Dorothy Hamill on ice. We in your hood we might circle hats down low in the Range. Switch lanes change my tire peel out. Real loud on the stage yo I shitted on your hood kid. I shitted on your hood got to your burner too late. I'm lookin real good draped out. Shinin like a fresh fifty cent piece your girlfriend c'mere. Oh shit you my man's niece the gourmet pocket twenty. bombs made of clay Sexcapades take place. We fucked in forty-eight shades might walk up in your studio. time slap your engineer it's lighter fluid to DAT style. Hand me the matches now. [Verse Two: Raekwon the Chef]. Aiyyo rainbow Roley on the wrist now what's this. Niggaz bless this eight and a half Bally banana twist. E shakes puffin on lye feedin the seed's plate. Pullin out old dirty eights to rob gates. Major wake up the kid telltales make a nigga head wake up. Beats break the nigga would take off his time. Honolulu status gladdest. the rich rock cabbage and dollar vans grands. That nigga mad savage stationary Hall of Justice. Niggaz came clumped out. Just came home now they bunked out. Money be longer than triple life. til the sun burn out that's my word. Move it with the burner out. Fidel way of thinkin roll with the Mac bent Ac-10. Most of my team Five Percent check what the live said. Rollin with Guess vests pedestrians yo. holdin my nuts fuckin thousand dollar lesbians. [Ghost] Yo the Older God put me on and had to rock this. [both] Maintain Three-Sixty Lord live prosperous. [Ghost] It only takes a lesson a day just to analyze life. [both] one time in the respectable mind. (repeat 2X). [Verse Three: The Genius/GZA]. Let the shot spark soon as his pit bull barks. Tire scars from skid marks leaves from jams in school parks. Witness forget his original statement. Even in protection programs there's no escapement. Gunned down we in town hit king from seven crowns. Spent rounds catch him while he rhyme in the Zebra Lounge. Wounded back in the eighty-three summer heat. Up in three-oh-nine park rhymin off the drummer's beat. I stalk the city streets demonstratin mic wrecks. All lookin stank I ain't playin wit a full deck. And as they nervously stare I know they scared. They saw the coming of Wu the neon in Times Square. Household name assassin killa bee. Mill to the grain that posess the Wu trilogy. Quick to spot those that bite camoflouge and blend. Those that got styles they got identical twins. Don't stretch the small thing copycats are finnicky. without skills they master the art of mimicry. But I go line for line on the whole page. Your unspotted life on the mic is old age. {*rocket fired whistles off and explodes breaking glass*}