Daytona 500 (feat. Raekwon & Cappadonna)

We are the G-O-Ds

And we came to rock the spot

Like Iron Man Starks

They be the illest MCs

In the world today

Cappa, Raekwon and the R-Z-A

So listen to them clear

And put the box right near your ear

Light your blunts and down your beers

'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killa Bees

Say peace to cats who rock mack knowledge knowledgists

Street astrologists, light up the mic, God, acknowledge this

Fly joints that carry to points, Corolla, Motorola holder

Play it God, he pack over the shoulder

Chrome tanks, player like Yanks, check the franchise

Front on my guys, my enterprise splash many lives

Rappel on fakes like reflectors

He had sugar in his ear in his last crack career

We can can him, manhandle him, if you wanna

Run in his crib-o, get ditto, skate like a limo

And jet to the flyest estate, relate take a break

Break down like an eighth and then wait

Drop it like Drake

Thugs they be booin' and screwin', we canoein'

Claim they doin' the same shit we doin', fuck your union

It's the same style, RZA trainer, boy, jump the turnstile

On the alley try to challenge God for the New Bals

Especially that aluminum bat in the Ac'

Relax, lay black, sell a grenade a day, it pays, black

The MAC-10 flex white cats like Windex

Index finger be sore, bustin' these fly scripts

The Wally kid count crazily grands for our plans

Layin' with my bitches and my man's in Lex Lands

We losin' 'em, jet to the stash and now Jerusalem

Abusin' 'em, rockin' his jewels like we usin' 'em

Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar

Roll with the older God, build with the Son and Star

All MCs start realizin'

That Ghost got that shit

That'll keep you vibin'

The Wu is here to bring you

Shaolin's finest

But if your shields are weak

You better step behind us

Mercury raps is rough then guard your show like taps

Red and white Wallies that match, bend my baseball hat

Doin' forever shit like pissin' out the window on turnpikes

Robbin' **** for leathers, high swipin' on dirt bikes

Voice be mellow like Vaughn Harper, Radio Barber

Murder Sleepaway Camp, the fly lady champ

The arsonist who burn with his pen regardless

Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners

In the Philippines, pick herbal beans, bubblin' strings

Biochemical cream, we burn kerosene

The conviction of my tape is rape, wicked like Nixon

Blonde heads inscriptions with three sixes in

Kiss the pyramid experiment with high explosive

I slap box with Jesus, lick shots at Joseph

Zoomin' like binoculars, the rap blacksmith

Money's Rolex was rockless, Chef ragtop is spotless

I'm Iron Man, no die-cast metal, I'm steel alloyed

True identity hidden inside secret tabloid

Breathe oxygen, both sides of my jaw carry oxes

The track hit like the bangers in hundred-watt boxes

Yo jostling these cats while Little J be deli-in'

Sip Irish Moss out of Riedel-ians

All these MCs start realizin'

That Ghost got that shit

That'll keep you vibin'

The Wu is here to bring you

Shaolin's finest

But if your shields are weak

You better step behind us

Give me the fifty thou, small bills, my gold plate, my slang kills

My Benz spills, what up Lils

Murder one done

Killah bee stung, guess who back home, son

My technique of slang camp won, third platoon soon

Cristal bottles, cages of boom, Papi wardrobe

The Mad Hatter big dick style, beware goons

Smuggle balloons, lord of dooms, in fat pussy wombs

Let the Gods build, pull up the grill, check out the mad skills

Top secret technique, too hard for you to peep it and keep it

Jiggy style of rap and watchin' knuckle slang sweep it

Out of order tape recorder can't record my slaughter

Spoil the rotten Donna too good to be forgotten

High top notch, borderline rhymes is handcocked

'96, my ill sound clash is still hot

Get yourself shot

All these MCs start realizin'

That Ghost got that shit

That'll keep you vibin'

The Wu is here to bring you

Shaolin's finest

But if your shields are weak

You better step behind us