After the Smoke Is Clear

(Now the smoke is done)

Y'all, yeah

(Take your findings away)

Yeah, what, what? You wanna do it, what, what?

(After the smoke is done)

Slap fire outta monkey ass ****

Word up, big dick, muhfuckin' house

(Take you your findings away)

What's up, we gon' bench press these cats

Yo

Yo, God, show these **** how we get deep down and dirty

Like Keyon got his wig pushed back, 5:30

Yo, they gotta hit placed on my head, what should the God do?

Max out in Spain and do business with the Jews

Never that, them never look angry out of sync

The imperial, industrial king got

Don't give a fuck like the poor part

We watch heart to heart

Used to push me in shuffle cards

Now I'm writin' books like Ebenezzer, the porno teaser

Sayin' words like Sheba, educated rapper

Foulin' the teaser

My team got rocks like Six Flags plus the Wu Lab

Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags

Don't touch this cracklin' hot shit

I snap yo' shoulder blade in half, laugh and pop shit

Reader's digest, passed my book to L. Ron Hubbard

Got bagged that the world government tried to dub it

Devils love it, movie trap raps cover the tracks like Ajax

Sharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched

Supreme clientele, my cartel

Willie Star Joe passed, this shit is peace, where's the Nobel?

Oh, well signin' off as usual

The arsonist, leavin' **** lost in the stairwell

(Take your findings away)

Yeah, yo, yo, represent my projects Stapleton

(After the smoke is done)

He represent that project Park Hill

You represent that project murder West Brighton now born

(Take your findings away)

Arm banging into that will, word up

(After the smoke is clear)

Yeah, what? Stapleton

(Your findings away from here)

Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York

The greatest story ever told by me, precisely

Roman numeral I be plus three describe me

My son move like the toad, get drunk, speak in codes

Throw a fiend in the sleeper hold, got beef with the cold

Met my comrade, go half on this lamp down in Baghdad

Flippin' like a Mex tab, get money like an Arab

The type **** snapped, six legs on the crab

Now, hush, who wanna do what? My click better bust

Underprivileged

Grew up in a Stapleton house village

Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spillage

The front door was flowin', the best thing, I spot a 55 borough

(Take your findings away)

A **** was still flowin', voice was echoin'

I rise high like an opera

Procter wouldn't gamble the sample, it shocked her

My ninjas run wilder than Shaka Zulu

Some play peace like Donny the Guru

Others live to be wise and old like Desmond Dutchu

Undisputed champion, bell holders, safe and mold us

Sole controller of the moon I, solar and polar

I blow hash smoke through my nasal, through my ways

With Wu-Tang third battalion

Rush like Hannibal raiding Sicilians

(After the smoke is done)

(Take your findings away)

(After the smoke is done)

(Take your findings away)

(After the smoke is clear)

(Your findings and Wu-Tang still here)

(After the smoke is done)

(We'll take your findings away)