[Intro: RZA]. Up from the 36 Chambers.... Heheh.. it's the Ghost..*Face*..*Killah* Hehheheh. Wu-Tang. Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm. Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm. Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm. Wu-Tang Killa Beez we on a swarm. The RZA the GZA Ol Dirty Bastard Inspectah Deck U-God. Ghostface Killah the Method Man Raekwon the Chef the Masta Killa. Raw Desire LeVon Power Cipher. 12 O'Clock 60 Second Assassin the 4th Disciple. The Brand White. K.D. the Down Low Wrecka Shyheim AKA The Rugged Child. Due-Due Lilz Mista Hezakiah -- better known as the Yin and the Yang. The True Master Ason DJ Skane The True Robocop comin thru. Scientific Shabazz my motherfuckin man Wise the Civilized. The Shaolin Soldiers Daddy-O and Poppa Ron. Comin down from the motherfuckin South end of things. Killa beez all over your fuckin planet. Thirty-six chambers of death. Three-hundred and sixty degrees of perfected styles. Choppin off your motherfuckin dome.... ...peace and every fuckin borough. Crooklyn Manhattan Queens Staten Island. The motherfuckin Bronx killa beez..... *The sword? C'mon give him the sword*. [Chorus: GZA]. Clan in da front let your feet stomp. 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.... [GZA]. The Wu is comin thru the outcome is critical. Fuckin wit my style is sort of like a Miracle. on 34th Street in the Square of Herald. I gamed Ella the bitch caught a Fitz like Gerald --. -- ine Ferraro who's full of sorrow. Cuz the hoe didn't win but the sun will still come out tomorrow. and shine shine shine like gold mine. Here comes the drunk monk with a quart of Ballentine. Pass the bone kid pass the bone. Let's get on this mission like Indiana Jones the GZA. One who just represent the Wu-Tang click. With the game and soul of an old school flick. Like the Mack and Dolemite who both did bids. Claudine went to Cooley High and had mad kids. so stop the life you save may be your motherfuckin own. I'll hang your ass with this microphone. Make way for the merge of traffic. Wu-Tang's comin thru with Full Metal Jackets. God squad that's mad hard to serve. Come frontin hard then Bernhard Goetz what he deserves. [Chorus]. [GZA]. The response while I bomb that ass "You ain't shit!". Your wack ass town had you gassed. Egos is somethin the Wu-Tang crush. Souped up niggaz on a stage get rushed. I don't give a god damn on the shows you did. How many rhymes you got or who knows you kid?. Cuz I don't know ya therefore show me what you know. I come sharp as a blade and I cut you slow. You become so Pat as my style increases. What's that in your pants ahhh human feces!. Throw your shitty drawers in the hamper. Next time come strapped with a fuckin Pamper. How ya sound B? You're better off a quitter. I'm on the mound G and it's a no-hitter. And my DJ the catcher he's my man. Anyway he's the one who devised the plan. He throws the signs I hook up the beats with clout. I throw the rhymes to the mic and I strike em out. So it really doesn't matter on how you intrigue. You can't FUCK with those in the major leagues. [Chorus x2]. [Outro: GZA]. Hoods on the right. Punks in the back... to what. Niggaz on the left. Hoods on the right. Punks in the back c'mon... to what. ...let your feet stomp. ...brag shit to death. ...wild for the night. (Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu). (Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu). (Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu Wu). 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. Clan in da front let your feet stomp.