Bells of War

Set it off

Yeah, yo

Give me the cue

Skip the introduction, proceed to lip function

The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed

Splatter your melon like some Attica felons

Use a firearm good, Bloods go for heart swelling

Insert the spasm, yes, the dirty herb has him

Thoroughbred thugs insert the phantasm

Verbal smarts, spark the word, visit my scripture

Exotic wine, holding nine Picasso pictures

When the rhyme pivot you now, limit your chance

Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance

Words seem to zing on down to Beijing

When we touch down, would you crown renowned kings

There's no honor amongst thieves

Street pharmaceutical stack like Genovese

The Four Devils tempt madmen but not these

We profound hardcore sound to MCs, thumbs down

Prepare Killa Bees it be warfare, this the year

**** gotta take you off of here, hold the square

If we go there, we go gritty and spread fear

Through this rap city, call the mayor

My razor sharp, darts be like cold stares

The smell of fear make my nostrils flare, truth, or dare?

Ask yourself can you compare to these **** in the hood

Johnny B. Goode or he be gone, yeah

The struggle goes on, you've been warned

PLO from here to Lebanon, how many bombs

Must we drop in the Ninety-Now?

Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news from Meth-Tical

Glocks'll be spitting, you gots to be kidding

Ayo, kid, you gots to be kidding

Or Glocks'll be spitting

You gots to be kidding, yo

It's common sense how I master my circumference, you dense

I get locked the fuck up, released on my own recognizance

Can't be judged, young bloods bust back like scuds

Wu-Tang hovers one thousand notches above MC level

Yo, I stay highs like treble

Foes who oppose get plucked like rose petals

Arresting and holding, penetrate forbidden regions

Wack MCs only lasting one season

The morale was low at the corral

Adjective pronouns had no style, your weak proposal

Aim for the official, initial is Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah

All that other bullshit ain't permissible

Annual increase of the Wu-Tang Manual

Handles to keep all this true Hip Hop shit tangible

Illegible, every egg ain't edible

My tracks remain unforgettable like Ol' Nat Cole

Got to catch this paper to buy Shaquasia a glacier

Buy Melchezidek a skyscraper

Understanding the continents of Africa and Asia

And free the Black Man from enslaved labor, Wu-Tang

The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall

Victim to this long hall of fame, meaning nothing

We came to punish the glutton with a substance

That can't be contained, Wu-Tang

Motherfuckers

We be seeing y'all asses when we walk up in the club

Y'all all in the back

Scared to speak, we speak 'cause you scared

Punk motherfucker, we know what time it is

All you been seeing is upsets in the boxing shit, right?

It's like come on, man

This **** fucked up motherfucking Whitaker

Dang, he caught Whitaker (he caught Whitaker a long time ago)

Mike got touched

Then Mike got touched by Holyfield

Hey, Mike's, Mike's gonna forfeit this fight

He ain't fighting McDermit

He ain't fighting (nope)

What up?

You talking 'bout he, what he, what he, what he did

Told them he cut his eye, in sparring

Stella D'oro wrap breadsticks, David Berkowitz

Einstein birthed a hit, now nurture it

M.G.M. front row seat tonight, no gems

Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's

Fix your sawed off, Wu-Tang tore me off the cross

All you saw was white meat, skin hanging off

These is words from the Arch Bishop, some call it six up

The Betty Crocker Marvel cake, snakes will miss a-

Wax janitor, black Jack Mulligan from Canada

Slam dance, tarantula style, you's a fan of the

Monopoly king, Slavic poetry

Carnegie Hall's off the hook, let's push through the armory

Mack truck hitting soloist, Soul Controllers

Behold of the thousand teeth fist, swift and boneless

You know 'cause Wu-Tang is invincible, you know what I mean?

It's Wu-Tang Forever, God

You gonna get down with that W

That's that Wu, that's that Wisdom

That's the Wisdom of the Universe

That's the truth of Allah, for the Nation of the Gods

You know what I'm sayin'?

We breaking egg through these days, God, you know what I'm sayin'?

We got the fucking way

We got the medicine for your sickness

Out here, ya know what I mean?

I was telling Shorty like

Yo, Shorty, you don't even gotta go to summer school

Pick up the Wu-Tang double CD

And you'll get all the education you need this year, you know what I mean?

(Their poisoned minds can't comprehend this shit)

Word, man, it's Wu-Tang Forever God, you know what I mean?

**** can't fuck with these lyrics God, you kno what I'm sayin'? Nahmean?

Oh hell no, none of this shit (c'mon, man)

Beats, lyrics man, y'all ****

**** can't even understand half this shit (nah, they don't)

I think **** ain't gonna figure it out til the year Two-G

(Wax **** ass for free or fee), word

Yo, you know what?

The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000, ya know what I mean?

That's just gonna come back with a comet

You hear, we gonna bring a comet (check for that shit in the millenium)

You know what I mean? So, yo, y'all **** man (be the resurrection)

The Gods is here, man

Born Gods is here